"Yo! boss."
One day in early September, the car was stopped by a silencer. The tattooed man Karl, who hadn't seen him for a long time, smiled with his hands on the back seat door and stuck his head into the car window.
"Yo." Song Ya punched him, "How are you doing recently?"
Song Ya looked at the surrounding environment next year. This is a second-hand car shop in Chicago’s South City. It also sells new cars. The new cars are mainly made by General Motors brands. They are not small but old brothers such as Tony, Daa, Al, and Dion Wilson. Our partnership business, legitimate business, the silencer also has a little share in it.
And Karl has his own company that specializes in small loans, which are provided to people who buy cars or urgently need money. Kenneth boss and gang lawyer Barron all have shares in it, and Karl thinks everyone has launched it to show their faces.
The small door face of his company is located inside the car dealership, opposite the exhibition area full of new cars.
"Not bad." Carl, who was already quite pretentious in Nancheng, replied with a grin.
"real?"
The strip bar that Carl and Tony had partnered with them closed down due to mismanagement. Song Ya was a little unbelievable. He pointed to the facade of the General Motors Finance Division opposite the car dealership. Money?"
In order to cope with the economic downturn and business difficulties, General Motors began to take the lead in financial innovation, and now you can buy its own car as low as zero down payment. This is an immediate effect. Relying on the Americans’ advanced consumption concept has saved the company in one fell swoop... at least the financial statements have been saved. .
"Hehehe...Of course it's true."
Carl explained quite complacently: "Boss you know, not everyone who comes to buy a car can pass the risk review of a big company, there will always be someone who needs us."
"Ok…"
But it’s a difficult problem for those customers to borrow money and go back to collect the accounts. Even a large company like General Motors with formal loan review can’t get all the money back. No wonder everyone needs the vicious-faced Karl in front, Kenneth boss. Squeeze in the dark.
Micro-loans are loan sharks in disguise. This business is legal in the United States. All kinds of small companies are spreading around the world. It is also a snake, a snake, a rat, and a rat. Song Ya does not intend to go too far. Carl is the owner of the company. It’s okay to be in the business of car buyers, "Which is Franklin?"
The black man whom Peter asked to take care of, Song Ya did not keep him in his own record company, but sent him to Carl.
"The one over there, standing nger..."
Carl pounced at a black man at the door of his company.
Song Ya looked over. The black man in a white vest was about 1.8 meters tall. He was a little sturdy and a little bit fierce in appearance, but in general he was the kind of guy who seemed to know that he was fighting on the street at a glance. Impression, this kind of black people caught a lot of them in Nancheng. I was happily changing the supporting feet left and right, sitting on the stage with a
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Black people on the stairs chat.
"Shall I call him over for a few words?" Carl asked.
"never mind."
Old Mike was too short of trusted manpower. Song Ya didn't know why Peter sent this black man named Franklin to him before he went to prison, but he had to guard against him.
The old Mike ‘interviewed’ him and commented that he was likely to have killed someone. He had a special cruelty and indifference, and there were calluses on the part where he pulled the trigger.
But Song Ya didn't observe any cruelty or indifference. He felt just...a very ordinary street black man, who had been in that silly joy and didn't look at him.
Then I have to continue to ask Carl, "You call old Mike, he needs help recently."
"Ok, no problem." Carl agreed, pounding his chest. "Would you like to bring Franklin? He has great driving skills and is the best! And he is good at negotiating... often things can be done by one person."
"Oh?"
Carl is an old driver. Old Qiao used to drive Qiao when he was there. Song Ya has seen him suddenly change lanes on the road. He knows that his posture and skills are very good. If he can get his praise, Franklin must be even better. And to collect debts alone in Nancheng requires more skill, at least ruthless enough and courageous enough to frighten those ngers who are likely to pay their guns.
"Anyway, listen to Old Mike's arrangement." Song Ya was a little moved.
"Received, boss."
Carl made a salute and his tattooed head exited the car window.
Song Ya will not treat him badly. He is also a small boss now, he talks a lot more than before, and his accent is more sophisticated.
"Silencer, let's drive." Song Ya closed the car window and let the silencer carry himself to Alicia's election rally.
Like the New York Mayor election, the Cook County attorney election has passed the party's primary election stage. Alicia is not difficult but not easy to defeat the main candidate of the Daly Dynasty. The next step is to and The candidates from the elephant party fought one-on-one decisive battles.
It should be simpler than the primary election within the party. In Cook County, there is almost no possibility of victory for the Elephant Party candidate.
"Hey, Alicia."
After a few months of election battles, the political newcomer Alicia has gradually changed from the mentality of a practicing lawyer. Today, she wore a dark suit. Before the rally began, she calmly stood in the center of the social circle, and Fang VIP greeted.
Her voice was a bit hoarse. As a professional, Song Ya noticed that the situation is worse now, and she may have done too many speeches. But other than that, she is more confident and attractive than when she was a lawyer before, after all, she is about to become a prosecutor in Upstate.
It is a natural law that the value of appearance gradually crosses with age, and there is no way.
"Aplus, thank you for coming." Alicia saw him happily hugging, "Thank you also for supporting my campaign office."
"It should be."
Even if she is not in the public, Song Ya will not do anything more than etiquette to her. Since divorcing Peter at the end of last year, she has instantly become a sweet bun in Chicago’s “marriage market”. Powerful middle-aged men lined up to chase her, especially after she was almost certainly elected as the Cook County State Attorney.
Sloan said that she actually already has men who look right at each other, but her status is quite different, and it is inconvenient to expose. It seems that she is just helping the South City Court to send summons, and that kind of work can't even be regarded as a regular job.
"Mr. Aplus, can you speak on stage first?" Now her campaign manager Eli came over to communicate the arrangements for the next time, "Then introduce Alicia..."
"No problem, I was ready."
Song Ya took out the speech in his arms and blinked at Alicia and Eli.
"Sloan isn't coming today?" Alicia asked.
"She said she was going to vomit when she participated in your campaign rally." Song Ya replied.
Sloan liked her very much, and Alicia giggled when she heard this.
"Ok, then please follow me."
Eli led the way, Song Ya went to the arranged seat and waited first, and soon had to deal with all kinds of people who came to say hello.
Although it should be very exciting to do something with the state prosecutor in her office, Song Ya has always been a bottom line person, and there will be only real friendship or interest relationship with Alicia in the future.
But Sloan was not optimistic that Alicia would be as'fresh' as Peter before. Song Ya also recognized this judgment. Alicia was more emotional than Peter.
"When I left here for New York at the age of fifteen..."
Easily completed the speech task of helping Alicia platform, and then introduced her to the stage, Song Ya returned to her seat, taking advantage of the uninterrupted space during her speech, began to think about other things.