Marco, who was squatting on the curb, ate the salmon hot dog in his hand and said to Nelson: "Mexicans love to eat mustard. I can understand that you want mustard, but why do you want to buy something as expensive as salmon? There are people in our neighborhood who like to eat it.

This?"

Nelson picked up the wet wipe hanging around his neck and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead. With a dissatisfied look on his face, Nelson handed the thick stack of orders in his hand to Marco, "Look at this!"

"What!"

"Isn't this the leaflet Tao Xi asked you to make?"

Seeing Marco's impatient look, Nelson sighed helplessly: "I know why you don't want to learn to make hot dogs with me! From now on, you should focus more on going to the neighborhood to race with others at night.

Let’s go to our own hot dog shop, look at the back of the flyer, there’s a hot dog preference questionnaire that Tao Xi specially customized for us!”

When Marco heard that Nelson actually told him about going racing on the street with someone at night.

This sentence frightened Marco and quickly glanced at Tao Xi who was lying on a lounge chair in the sun and basking in the sun~

"Tao Xi already knew that you asked me to borrow money to secretly assemble a car. How could I give you money if Tao Xi doesn't agree!" Nelson mocked Marco with a look of contempt.

"Tch, the people who sent you leaflets are my brothers! Without them, you would have done nothing to investigate."

"Without me providing free meals to those dozens of little kids every day, they would have starved to death!" Nielsen said not to be outdone.

Marco, who was at a disadvantage during the argument, asked dissatisfiedly: "What's the use of this?"

Nelson perked up immediately when he heard Marco ask this: "Don't underestimate this questionnaire. If it weren't for your brother's arrangement, I really don't know that this questionnaire would be more effective than the Los Angeles Police Department."

"If someone were to investigate how many whites, blacks, and ethnic minorities there are in the American and Australian communities, maybe they wouldn't know as well as I do!"

"Do you know the benefits of this questionnaire?"

Seeing Marco shaking his head in confusion, Nelson became even more excited: "First of all, you can use this questionnaire to get a $2 discount at all our Neil's fast food restaurants!"

"Secondly, as long as you complete this questionnaire carefully and submit it to the store, we will also give customers a free cup of juice."

"The cost of these items does not exceed 50 cents, but sales at all our Neil's stores have increased by 30% recently."

"The most important thing is that we can know the demographic composition of the community where our store is located for the first time!"

"Look, this is a summary table produced by Tao Xi about the population composition of our American and Australian communities!"

"Through this table, we can know that the Asian population in our community has suddenly increased by more than 300 people recently. 190 of these 300-plus Asian people have checked salmon, which means that 190 of them are RB people."

Marco tilted his head and asked with confusion: "Why?"

"You're so stupid!" Nielsen saw Marco's ignorant look and kicked him in the butt, but Marco dodged it: "Only people like to eat salmon!"

"Oh! I understand! I understand!" Marco heard Nelson say and finally understood the importance of the [questionnaire] on the back of this leaflet: "So you made the salmon hot dog set based on this questionnaire.

ah!"

When Nelson heard Marco's words, he folded his hands proudly on his chest and waited for Marco's next words~

"Tch, that's not because you are smart, that's because my brother is smart."

Nelson's face, which was still a little excited when he heard this, suddenly drooped: "I admit that Tao Xi is indeed smart. Recently, he has let those children from the sewers participate in our delivery process. Every time those children come back,

They will compile customer information with Nilta. I really don’t know how the children in your sewer grow up. Those children just stand at the door of the customer and deliver hot dog packages. They don’t even know how many people there are in the customer’s family and their family income level.

You can see everything, it’s really amazing!”

When Marco heard this, he snorted triumphantly: "That must be the case. This is how we survived back then. This is called waiting for others to serve!"

"Dish? What kind of dish?"

Marco took a sip of the hot dog shop's latest mango juice, wiped the dust off his butt, and walked towards Tao Xi's position.

At this time, a thick stack of newspapers was placed in front of Tao Xi. All the contents in these newspapers were related to finance. Tao Xi took the paper and pen in his hand and recorded something carefully~

When Marco poked his head over, the small notebook in Tao Xi's hand was filled with records.

US-Australia Paper beats US International Paper

American and Australian Paper received financing in April 1984 and decided to build a factory in the suburbs of Los Angeles.

Mitsui & Co., Ltd. settled in Rockefeller Center in Manhattan in March 1984 and established a mining company in Los Angeles.

Oji Paper Group and US-Australia Paper Industry established [Paper Manufacturing Research Laboratory]

The bosses of Mitsui & Co., Ltd. and Oji Paper Group are both named Mitsui.

The number of Japanese and Mexican renters in American and Australian neighborhoods has increased sharply

Tao Xi wrote line after line in the notebook, and finally drew a big question mark under the name Emilio Adams. After hesitating, Tao Xi added two more words after Mitsui & Co., Ltd.

【oil】!

Seeing this, Marco asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Taosi, what are you doing? You have been lying here for half a month!"

"make money!"

"Make money?" Marco asked after hearing Taosi's answer, and then thought of the bad woman named "Sophie"!

That's right, it's a bad woman, because in Marco's opinion, his brother Tao Xi must have been stimulated by that "bad woman", otherwise Tao Xi, who has always been strong in his impression, would not be so decadent!

Yes, Tao Xi is decadent!

Otherwise, it would be impossible not to take him to do Nightcrawler for so long. Nightcrawler is so exciting!

There are shootouts, explosions, robberies, and occasionally you can make some money and so on. How can there be such a good job?

"Marco?"

"Marco?"

"Marco! I've called you several times. Are you crazy about racing around the block these days?" Tao Xi lay on the recliner with his legs crossed and looked at Marco with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Marco woke up from the fantasy in his head and looked at his brother with an embarrassed look on his face, "Ah? Ah! Oh, oh, I'm here."

Tao Xi tore off a piece of paper from his little notebook. There were more than a dozen addresses and names recorded on the paper, but these names were not English names but Japanese names!

"Don't go racing these days, we're here to live!"

"You should try to search the homes of the people on this paper to see what they have. These people are very suspicious, and they appear very suddenly, as if these individuals appeared out of thin air in the community."

As soon as Marco heard Tao Xi say this, he immediately became energetic!

"Tao Xi, are we doing night crawler work or security work this time?"

When Tao Xi heard Marco's words, the little Dalton from New York suddenly popped up in his mind. A smile appeared on Tao Xi's lips and he replied: "Detective! This time we are detectives!"

Marco, who tilted his head, whispered: "Detective?"

"Be careful, those Japanese people are coming with bad intentions, be careful they have guns in their hands!"

When Marco heard the word "gun", he immediately became energetic. Marco, who was a little absent-minded, first ran to the RV with "thump thump thump" and then fired a black gun.

Something was inserted into his waist.

Seeing this scene, Tao Xi was about to reach out and call Marco, but when Tao Xi saw the excited expression on Marco's face, Tao Xi finally held back.

"Forget it, it's just a gun. I'm still the boss of a security company now." Tao Xi muttered in a low voice and fell into deep thought again.

That's right, it's the security company, because when Tao Xi, who undertook the security project of the old West's house, suddenly discovered that the taxes that need to be paid for projects undertaken by individuals and projects undertaken by companies in the United States are exactly two different figures.

In order to save money, the respected Mr. Neilta became the owner of a company called [Neil Security Company].

Although the company is small, [Neal Security Company], with the help of Jeffrey Kyle, not only obtained the [Security Project Undertaking] license, but also successfully joined the [Los Angeles Gun Owners Association].

All Taosi needs to pay is a monthly membership fee of $600.

In the past, Tao Xi might have felt distressed and would not have paid the money, but after hearing the content on the radio that day, Tao Xi discovered that the crux of all the problems of [US-Australia Paper] appeared in [that day]

The fire burned down the Sanya skin pulp production workshop]. If this workshop still exists, Tao Xi estimates that the group of capitalists in the United States who only have capital in their eyes will not abandon the American and Australian paper industry!

Wouldn’t just a few companies that supply wood stop supplying wood?

Isn’t it because the Los Angeles Newspaper Group canceled its cooperation with American and Australian Paper?

Max once said that science and technology are the primary productive forces. Even a 5-year-old child in the sewer knows that if he learns a craft, he will definitely not starve to death.

So many business managers preparing to go public don’t know this truth?

But what Tao Xi needs to know now is what is the relationship between Emilio Adams and American and Australian Paper, Oji Paper and Mitsui & Co., Ltd., and who among the three people started this fire in the first place!

While Tao Xi was still thinking, a German Volkswagen with a very low-key appearance stopped steadily in front of Tao Xi.

"Little guy! Your invitation! Remember to go to the Los Angeles Courthouse on time at 9 a.m. on the 10th of next month."

Tao Xi saw little Adams sitting in the car and didn't even get out of the car. He didn't move either. Instead, he looked at little Adams' side face and was stunned!

Because Tao Xi recalled the night of her first official meeting with Sophie Marceau. If it hadn't been for the appearance of this man that night, Sophie Marceau would not have fallen to the ground, nor would her broken high heels.

It will make her feet sprain.

"Thank you for that night!" Tao Xi said to little Adams as he took the very luxurious-looking invitation.

Little Adams was stunned for a moment when he heard Taosi's words, and then something his uncle said to him flashed through his mind, "This little guy has a close relationship with Jeffrey of the Los Angeles police system."

Little Adams raised the corners of his mouth slightly and waved to Tao Xi nonchalantly.

Tao Xi looked at little Adams who was about to share the car window and said to him with a proud face: "See you next time!"

Little Adams sat in the car with the window closed and curled his lips nonchalantly and muttered: "Next time? We don't have a next time! I really don't know why my uncle values ​​you."
To be continued...