MTL - Wall Street Legend-Chapter 7 Potential customers

  Chapter 7 Potential Customers

   I don’t know where the little girl named Zhao Liuli is. In a huge New York City, it’s not easy to find a girl who wanders around.

  Ye Dongqing arrived at the Empire State Building in Midtown at five o'clock, walked all the way to Rockefeller Center, and then to Grand Central Station. As long as he met homeless singers, he would pay attention to them, and went up to ask them if he had met a Chinese woman with a little girl, who was also a homeless singer.

  It's a pity that I didn't get anything. I spent more than 90 dollars in vain. When I met two hateful guys, I was willing to provide information only if I gave them money.

  Speaking of this poor little girl, she is probably one of the few things that Ye Dongqing cares about in this world. Before she died, she asked her to give birth to a child for him. Needless to say, the relationship between the two parties.

  In recent years, she should still be wandering around with her aunt, wandering around New York. Ye Dongqing once heard her talk about this experience.

   Calculating the time, the girl named Liuli should be only eight years old now, her family members have left one after another, and the aunt who is in charge of taking care of her euphemistically calls her a "vagrant singer", which is also suitable for a tramp.

   You have to find her.

  From more than six o'clock until one o'clock in the night, I couldn't walk anymore, so I took a taxi home.

  It was like this today, and the next day I was busy reviewing during the day, and continued to look for her at night. Similar scenes continued for four consecutive days, and Ye Dongqing visited the entire Midtown and even the Upper Town.

  New York is not just Manhattan Island, but also Brooklyn, Queens, and Long Island.

  After returning home that night, Ye Dongqing lay on the bed, opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, where a spider crawled slowly across it.

People are not buildings, they can move and hide in the house. It is difficult to ensure that they have missed something, and they may even have passed by, but they have not seen it. He said to himself: "This is not possible, why? Looking for..."

   There was another cry from the next door, which seemed to be perfunctory.

  Ye Dongqing finally knew who lived next door. In recent days, he saw different men entering and leaving that room more than once, which made him guess the other's occupation.

   This is a low-end apartment, and there are people from all walks of life mixed together. You can see a lot of needles used for drugs in the trash can.

I don't mean to discriminate against the street girl next door, but it's not a problem every day. I'm always so noisy that I can't sleep. The walls are too thin, and he can even hear the man's dirty words. Ye Dongqing thought that he should make some money, Trying to get out of here.

  Two seemingly feasible solutions emerged in his mind, and he decided to try it tomorrow. After more than half an hour, he fell asleep with little hope.

  …

  When the sun shines in through the small window, a gust of wind blows Ye Dongqing's table into chaos.

   On several sheets of paper, there are countless questions written densely. These are the ACT and SAT test questions and answers he wrote from memory during his recent class time. It is not complete, but the completeness is at least 85%.

  Already tried his best, he could only restore so much. When Ye Dongqing got up, he arranged the papers in order. In his eyes, they were all money.

Opportunities are only reserved for the rich who are prepared. Countless investment opportunities are right in front of him, but how to earn the first pot of gold and complete the accumulation of start-up capital has become a big problem. , Sell it to others and turn it into money.

  The main reason for his hesitation is that the coverage is too large and the profits cannot be guaranteed. It is better to go to the old customers and help them launder money. The risk is smaller.

Some students may find out with conscience or leak their mouths, and then implicate themselves. However, Ye Dongqing has never heard of anyone who blatantly told others that their money came from unknown sources and that they had black funds in their hands. They are not good people, they will be more careful in doing things.

  Brush your teeth, wash your face, send the dirty clothes to the laundry room, give five dollars to ask a black aunt to help you, let the other party help you wash yourself, pack up before going out, and walk down the stairs.

  In the security room, two days after Old Sam disappeared, he was lying there staring at the TV as usual, his eyes obviously not on the program, and he was in a daze.

  Ben was already old, and today he looked even older, with disheveled hair, wrong buttons on his shirt, and ketchup marks on his chest.

  Ye Dongqing saw the other party looking over, smiled and nodded.

I was going to go out directly, but Mr. Sam said: "As you said, I am indeed sick. The doctor told me that it is very likely to be cancer. I have missed the best time for treatment. I will leave after packing up today." I will go to the hospital and be hospitalized for chemotherapy."

   "This is really bad, God bless you."

  Ye Dongqing doesn't believe in God, nor does she have any other beliefs. Now she's just talking nice words to make the old man feel better.

If you choose to believe, it cannot explain why God ruthlessly took away his parents, and took away so many people's lives with diseases and wars. In this way, the word "mercy" seems quite ridiculous. Compared with the illusory existence, he Focus more on yourself.

Reassuring words did not make the patient comfortable. Old Sam shook his head and said, "I had an intuition when I had the gastroscopy. This time, I probably have to see God. The doctor said that if it is a few months later, then there is definitely no hope. Now there is still a chance A little bit of hope for a cure.

  So, thank you for your reminder, I will let you live for half a month for free, but only half a month at most, and then you still have to pay the rent on time. "

   "Thank you for your kindness. I'm trying to find a way to move out of your place. I dare say you haven't renovated for at least 20 years. The smell of the toilet makes me sick."

  The old man didn't deny it, and shrugged casually: "But my rent is cheap, you can rent the Empire State Building, or a house next to Central Park."

   Well, the mouth is still so poisonous, and there is no mercy in mocking.

   At this time, a tenant came to pay the rent, holding cash in his hand, and asked old Sam if he would pay 5% off in cash as usual.

Ye Dongqing is very familiar with cash transactions. At most, someone transported 120 million US dollars in cash, piled it in a warehouse, and used several trucks. It took him two full months to digest this much money. , wash clean.

That employer is considered to be one of the biggest drug lords on the east coast, and a small part of the money he earned from addicts went into Ye Dongqing's pocket. He used the money to buy a house on the coast of Miami. The door is the beach.

  Can't help but want to laugh, he felt that he accidentally found a potential customer, not only the old man's possible cash vault, but this building was also considered by him, so he didn't say much for the time being, and set off to the nearest police station.

  If you want to find someone in New York, where is there a better organization than NYPD, which employs 40,000 people, cheap and fast...

  (end of this chapter)