roccoschili Chapter 656 Trip to Hawaii (48)
Chapter 656 Trip to Hawaii (48)
On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.
398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu.
In the living room on the first floor.
Attorney George Floyd McCarran was the first to walk up to Cui Yingying and Zhang Maochang and his son, carrying a large briefcase and smiled.
"David has told you, right?"
"I have some important documents here that I need you to sign..."
"Yes!" Cui Yingying glanced at Brotney Mecia and Mr. Gardener who followed George in, and nodded with a smile.
Mr. Gardener, wearing a brand new floral shirt, walked up to Cui Yingying with a smile and said hello to Zhang Maochang and his son.
Then, he led Zhang Jiaan to prepare to return to the vacation home where they lived to pick up their passports and book tickets in advance for the three of them to travel to San Francisco.
Brotney Mexia walked to Cui Yingying, pulled her to sit down together, and smiled as she watched Lawyer George take out several large folders from his briefcase.
"At Stanford University, David has asked Miss Livlin for help and contacted Professor Conkers."
"Before we set off in two days, after confirming the meeting time with Professor Conkers, we will fly over directly."
"Okay." Cui Yingying lowered her head and glanced at the arm held by Mecia, and nodded with a smile.
George opened a folder, placed it in front of Cui Yingying and Zhang Maochang, and explained.
"This is a principal-agent agreement."
"I will be your legally designated agent and help you handle all legal procedures."
"This one is a draft contract for you to establish a private trust fund."
"David will inject a fixed amount of cash into this trust fund every year to ensure that the ultimate beneficiary...that is, you, can obtain a stable, risk-free income."
"..." Cui Yingying asked with a slight frown as she looked at the thick document in front of her and the series of numbers on it.
"This is... 100 million?"
"That's right!"
Lawyer George stood up, walked to Cui Yingying, squatted down, shrugged and said with a smile: "David... is very generous!"
"This 100 million yuan is just the initial capital of the trust fund."
"Following up, he will entrust a professional fund manager on your behalf to manage the investment projects of this fund to ensure that your income can continue to grow~"
"Look~"
"On this page, there are a few special items marked... Regarding you and your descendants, you and your descendants will be the beneficiaries of this fund~"
"That is, if you have children in the future..."
"No!"
"To be more precise, if you and David have children, they will all be the beneficiaries of this trust fund~"
"Until they reach adulthood, when they are 25 and 30 years old, they can receive two additional amounts of entrepreneurial capital that they can use at will."
Cui Yingying looked at the document. .There were some professional terms that I couldn't understand, so I bit my lip and nodded lightly.
Lawyer George quietly glanced at Zhang Maochang, who was a little confused, smiled and continued to take other documents and said.
"This is the relevant document to list you as a beneficiary of the Coleman Family Trust Fund."
"In this document, if you are willing to continue to be with David, you can get a certain amount of living expenses from this fund every year for your daily expenses~"
"And...this one!"
"It is the entrustment management contract for the holiday home you choose on the island."
"This contract states that you will entrust an asset management company under David's name to manage your vacation home on Honolulu Island and be responsible for its daily maintenance, maintenance and tax payment. Waiting for work.”
"From now on, as long as you call the person in charge of this company regularly, you can manage this holiday home on the island."
"Oh~"
"And this document."
"It is that David and Da Company have reached an agreement to purchase part of Mr. Zhang Wenbiao's equity investment in the commercialization of sauce bags."
"In other words, after the sauce package invented by Mr. Zhang Wenbiao has obtained the FDA's food inspection certification and can be sold publicly on the market, you will have a share of all the profits."
"And this document!"
"It's the breakfast shop David invested in. It will also be transferred to your name after you sign."
"I'm already looking for help from friends for the street store occupied by the breakfast shop. After I plan to buy it, I will incorporate it into your personal trust fund and then entrust it."
"That's enough!" Cui Yingying suddenly raised her hand and stopped lawyer George's introduction.
She turned to look at Zhang Maochang, the "father" who had raised her, with tears in her eyes several times, and said with a trembling voice.
"You don't have to worry about me anymore!"
"..." Zhang Maochang looked at his daughter Cui Yingying's emotional look, sighed, nodded slowly, and said nothing.
Although he only understood a small part of what Lawyer George had just introduced to these documents, what he said about numbers~
But he could hear it. .That David boy who deliberately went upstairs and avoided it, no matter what the reason was, was indeed too generous to Cui Yingying. .
Because, it only costs more than 30 Hong Kong dollars to buy a thousand-foot high-end apartment with sea views near Repulse Bay, one of the best residential areas in Hong Kong. .
If converted into rice dollars according to the exchange rate, it only costs tens of thousands of meters. .
Millions of dollars!
If you get the Sham Shui Po area where Zhang Maochang lives, you can buy a few popular shops on the street to support your family. .Even generations of people have had enough food and clothing~
What's more, David also gave Cui Yingying several properties and more daily life security. .
Mecia, who was sitting next to Cui Yingying, smiled and took the signature pen from George's hand, gave it to Cui Yingying, and said softly.
"If you don't sign it now... I'm going to sign it!"
"..." Cui Yingying raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, smiled and said nothing.
Lawyer George stood up straight, spread his hands and said with a smile: "If I can sign... I would also like to!"
"Hahaha~"
"What a beautiful idea you have!" Mecia couldn't help rolling her eyes at George, laughing and teasing.
George waved his hand indifferently and "retorted": "Do you really want to sign one too?"
"I can help you find David... tell me?"
"roll!"
"Hahaha~"
. . .
Second floor, in the bedroom.
David was lying between Lilith and Tilda who had just woken up. He heard the faint laughter coming from downstairs and raised his eyebrows.
"Is it time for you to get up too?"
"I'm going to finish the formalities for the holiday home later, and I have to go to the airport to pick someone up."
"Who are you picking up?" Lilith turned over lazily and put one leg and half of her body on David.
"Lesley and Livlyn."
"The two of them didn't know where they found out that Giles and Bloomer were coming to play with me, and they called me to ask them to come over."
"Oh~"
Lilith fiddled with David's earlobe with her fingertips, squinting her eyes and asking with a smile.
"What are they laughing at downstairs?"
"Did you... again?"
"Hehe~"
David tilted his head and kissed Lilith, and said with a smile: "I established a trust fund for Cui Yingying and found her a medical professor at Stanford University."
"correct!"
"What do you think of the gifts we received when we got engaged?"
"No~"
"Then how about we also set up a charity fund?"
"Charity?" Lilith opened her eyes slightly, supported her head on her arms, and asked while lying on her side next to David.
"What do you want to do with it?"
"As long as it can help some people in need, anything is fine~"
"If you have a good idea, that's fine with me."
"Well...then I have to think about it!"
Tilda was lying next to David, feeling a little uncontrollably nervous and excited at first. .
But when she heard that David and the two decided so quickly. .Asked, very surprised and curious, to use the engagement money to establish a charitable fund.
"That's it..have you decided?"
"Yeah~ What else?" Lilith asked Tilda, lying on David's chest.
David also tilted his head and looked at Tilda and said with a smile: "How to simplify some seemingly very complex problems is an essential life skill that each of us must learn."
"Otherwise, we will fall into a cycle of constant choices, choices, distress, and distress every day, and we will be unable to extricate ourselves~"
David hugged Lilith with one hand, scraped the tip of Tilda's nose with the other hand, shook his head and said with a smile: "Hurry up and wash up later, and go downstairs to find Lawyer George. "
"I'm also going to set up a trust fund for you."
“With it, you won’t have to ask your family for every expense in the future.”
“You will love the feeling of financial freedom!”
"Hey! Why have you suddenly become so generous?" Lilith glared at him coquettishly and asked in a high-pitched voice.
"Hehehe~ When did I stop being generous?"
"When I have money, I must learn how to spend it, right?"
"Otherwise... I make so much money, why would I keep it?"
"They don't keep reproducing according to the changes of the seasons."
"Ah! What did you say?" Lilith shouted with an embarrassed face, somewhat dumbfounded.
David bared his white teeth and smiled evilly, then quietly stretched out his hands. .
Tilda on the side raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose. Seeing David and Lilith starting to joke and joke intimately again, her face couldn't help but turn redder~
----
new York.
Evening~
Brooklyn, Cypress Avenue, a barber shop called "Paul's".
Gang leader Francesco Barone, wearing a very elegant Italian handmade suit, stood in front of a mirror and smiled at gang leader Yevsi Borisovich Agron who came in from the door Then he stretched out his right hand.
Agron quickly glanced around the interior of the barber shop, walked up to Barone, held his hand, and spoke in English with a strong accent.
"We meet at last, Mr. Barone."
"Hehe~"
"Please sit down, we can chat slowly."
Barone made an invitation gesture to him, then sat down on his own, crossed his legs, took out two individually wrapped cigars from his pocket, and handed one to Agron.
Agron took the cigar, took out a lighter and lit it. He turned to gesture in the direction of the door and asked his subordinate Emil to go out and wait. Then he looked at Barone who was sitting opposite and asked.
"Brighton Beach, where our group of immigrants live, is a poor place that even your man, Michael Franzese, doesn't like..."
"And you used that restaurant as an excuse to ask us for 100 million yuan?"
"Even if that kid named Yuri Orlov works on Wall Street..."
"He won't attract your special attention, right?"
"What the hell do you want to do?!"
Barone turned the cigar gently with his fingers, slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, and smiled.
"That's right~"
"That restaurant and Yuri are just excuses."
"What I want... is to have a reasonable opportunity to meet and chat with you~"
"See me?" Agron felt the unique aroma of burning tobacco in his mouth, frowned tightly, and waited.
"Hehe~"
Barone looked behind Agron. The night outside the window turned the glass into a reflective mirror.
He seemed to see a lot from this "mirror". .
"I am under double surveillance by the police and FBI. There are some things that are not appropriate to do."
"So, I want to ask you a favor."
"..." Agron said nothing, staring closely at Barone.
"I've got a list here," Barone said, reaching into his inside coat pocket.
"I hope you can kill them all in the shortest possible time!"
"..." Agron took the list, glanced at the dozen names on it, exhaled slowly, and asked.
"Why should I help you?!"
"Um.."
"That's a good question!"
Barone flicked the ashes on his cigar on the ground and said with a half-smile.
"In the past, I always believed that...killing all opponents is the best way to solve problems and troubles!"
"But as my experiences become more and more abundant, I see more and more things... only then do I discover it!"
"Killing is never the best way to solve problems."
"It's just the most helpless way to solve the problem!"
"So, I think we are slowly trying to use more effective, more complex, and more acceptable methods to solve the problem."
"It's like... we once said it when we were joking~"
"We and the police, it's entirely up to them to do what they should do, and we do our business..."
"If we accidentally get caught by them... we will consider ourselves unlucky!"
"But now... things are starting to look different!"
Barone blew out a cloud of smoke, completely covering himself in the smoke, and asked Agron in a low voice.
"If you've lived in Brighton Beach for a few years, you must have seen the ebb and flow of the ocean often, right?"
"..Um!"
"Hehe~"
"Then do you have any questions?"
Agron pinched the cigar lightly a few times, folded the list, put it in his pocket, and said.
"What benefits can I gain?"
"$200 million + Brighton Beach and a few surrounding streets."
"not enough!"
"Oh?"
Barone felt a little surprised, thought for a moment, and asked, "What else do you want?"
"Answer me a question."
"Okay~ you say."
Agron stood up, took a long drag on his cigar, and asked with a smile: "I saw it on TV..."
"The FBI said: Gangs across the country make 600 billion to 1000 billion yuan every year from various illegal businesses!"
"is this real?"
"What kind of business have you done to make money like this?!"
"...Hahaha~" After Barone heard this question, he was stunned for two seconds, and then laughed.
"Are you a child?"
"Do you believe what the FBI says?"
"Hahaha~"
"..." Agron remained silent with a smile, not caring at all about Barone's teasing.
After laughing for a while, Barone rubbed the sore muscles on his cheeks with his hands and said with a smile: "I know very little about gangs outside of New York~"
"Among these gangs in New York, the one who makes the most money...must be Sidrich!"
"That old Malkin guy makes more than [-] million yuan for the Sidrich family every year!"
"However, most of the businesses that Sidrich is engaged in are now legal businesses..."
"If you want to make quick money, it's best not to continue to exploit the poor and poor people in the same way as before~"
"Because these poor people may not be able to help you in many cases, but they can stab you when you least expect it!"
"...I understand~"
"Thank you!"
"I have one last question!"
A cold look flashed in Barone's eyes, and he stopped smiling: "I've told you enough!"
Agron threw the cigar in his hand to the ground, stamped it out, and said with a smile: "I don't need the 200 million."
"..oh?"
There was no longer any smile on Barone's face.
He looked at Agron quietly for a while, nodded and said, "Okay~ Just ask."
"Hi~"
Agron took a deep breath, spread his hands toward Barone, and asked: "How on earth did you... survive in New York for so long without being caught by the police?"
"Is this what you think...the price is 200 million yuan?"
"That's right!"
"Hmm~" Barone raised his eyebrows unconsciously, tilted his head and thought seriously before replying.
"rule!"
"No matter who you are, you must abide by some established rules agreed upon by people!"
"Anyone who wants to challenge the rules will become the enemy of the rules!"
"... Huh~"
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome~"
"Will we meet again?"
"Maybe~"
"Ok!"
Agron took a deep look at Barone, nodded slightly, walked to the door, and turned around to say.
"I will find someone to buy that Crimean restaurant at a high price!"
"Oh~ ok!"
Barone raised the half cigar in his hand, waved to Agron and said, "You have... touched the boundaries of some rules!"
"Hehe~"
"goodbye!?"
"Goodbye~"
----
At the southernmost tip of Manhattan, in a high-end restaurant near the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.
Sam Rogers, as if he couldn't feel the "scorching" gazes of the people around him, was enjoying the dishes carefully prepared by the chef.
Bernard Madoff, with a smile on his lips, looked at the two futures trader friends who were about to "explode" and said with a smile.
"When the market closed today, many people who had not caught up with the sharp increase in the price of frozen orange juice a few days ago entered the market one after another~"
"When the market opens tomorrow, more people will definitely follow suit and go long!"
"...Yes!" Mikhail, who was sitting next to Bernard Madoff, smiled in agreement when he saw the two futures speculators with faces as pale as the bottom of a pot.
"Haven't you already closed most of your short positions today?"
"Tomorrow morning, as long as..."
"Hmm~" Sam suddenly picked up the wine glass, interrupted Mikhail, and said with a smile.
"Feel sorry!"
"The red wine here is a brand I have never drunk before..."
"What's it called?"
"..." None of the other four people at the table answered.
Sam took a sip of red wine and smiled at the four of them: "You and I are different!"
"The money you invest in futures is yours."
"And I... am just a guy who works for the boss."
"People like me are everywhere on Wall Street~"
"If I don't want to lose my job + get a bad reputation that costs my boss tens of millions of dollars..."
"I can only stay sober and cautious to make money for my boss!"
"Because, only my boss makes money..."
"Only can I keep this job that can support my family, have a decent income, and be able to sit here with you guys drinking red wine and eating expensive and delicious dishes~"
"The main goal of my work is to turn my boss's trust and investment in me into considerable profits~!"
Sam picked up the tableware with both hands, shrugged at the four people and said with a smile: "So~"
"If you have any objections to my personal approach...I am willing to accept it!"
"After all, it was me who broke the promise first!"
"...Haha~" Mikhail's eyes swept across the faces of several people, and he was the first to raise his glass and smiled at Sam.
"In a few days, when this investment is completed~"
"I want to invest in the fund company you manage..."
"Feel sorry!"
Sam interrupted Mikhail again and said with a smile: "Our company currently manages enough investments..."
"Now, what we are in urgent need of are investment projects with low risk and high returns."
"Besides...the matter of accepting investment is all managed by my boss~"
"I... cannot agree to your investment intention without authorization."
"Ok~I understand."
Mikhail has proposed to David more than once that he wants to increase investment.
But David, that kid, just asked Bernard Madoff to say a word, and did not take the initiative to talk to him face to face. .
Of course Sam knows about this!
But what Mikhail didn't know was. .
Sam also didn't know why David rejected Mikhail. .
David has never explained this matter in detail to anyone~
On the table.
Bernard Madoff, following Mikhail, raised his glass and turned to chat with the two trader friends.
Sam also put down the tableware in his hand, raised his glass and gave an apologetic smile to Mikhail and his two "shameful" trader friends~
He believed from the bottom of his heart that in the face of huge risks~
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. .
No problem!
----
Manhattan.
42nd Street, in front of Wildfire Restaurant.
Since the first day of the new year, the new rule that 42nd Street, located between Eighth Avenue and Tenth Avenue, is not open to traffic after [-] p.m. and has been turned into a pedestrian street, has been officially implemented ~
Many people who drive to dine at Wildfire Restaurant have to park their cars in other neighborhoods or find someone to temporarily help watch their cars. .
This also gave birth to a disguised form. .A new valet parking working group~
Many young people who usually hang out on the street, when they learned that 42nd Street could earn a good income at night, came over to join in the fun~
As a result, the valet parking business here has been quietly monopolized by the group of auxiliary police officers in the auxiliary police office. .
. . .
in the restaurant.
New York Mayor Frant Hardman, sitting in a private room on the second floor, raised his glass to Polly Sidrich, who was sitting opposite, and said with a smile.
"Last time, when we were guests at Marg Ludwig's house, David mentioned...the plan to build New York's Silicon Street, Silicon Alley, and Silicon District, modeled on California's Silicon Valley. I'm already looking for someone to make detailed plans. Plan~"
"When this plan is passed by the city council and the builders tender begins..."
Polly raised her glass, touched it lightly with Mr. Mayor's glass, and said with a smile: "Thank you!"
"Our da construction branch is acquiring a medium-sized construction company with builder qualifications recognized by the state and city governments."
"Yeah~" Mayor Hardman smiled and took a sip of white wine.
After he put down the cup, he picked up a large lobster with his hands and said with a smile: "The Fair Price Store is included in the food stamp program."
"Dang Dang Dang~" Just as Hardman was mid-sentence, there was a clear knock on the door.
Mag Ludwig poked his head in from the door and smiled at Mayor Hardman and Polly.
"Hey~ I'm so surprised!"
"How can it be so coincidental?!"
"Hahaha~" Polly asked after seeing Mag's pretended surprise, she stood up and opened the door with a smile.
"Who did you come here with?"
"Janet!"
Mager smiled and nodded to Mayor Hardman, stretched out his hand to pull his girlfriend Janet Patrick from the side, and smiled.
"She... and the child in her belly both shouted to me: Eat lobster! I want to eat lobster..."
"So, here we come~"
"Hahahaha~"
Polly laughed and patted the funny Mag a few times. She affectionately pulled the pregnant Janet with an "embarrassed" face and laughed.
"Then don't look for seats~just come with us!"
"What do you think...?" Polly turned to look at Hardman and asked.
Mr. Hardman wiped his fingers with a napkin, shrugged at Polly and said with a smile: "Of course ~ it's my pleasure!"
"ok~"
"I'll go find the chef and ask him to add a few more for us..." Mag pushed Janet into Polly's arms and said with a smile.
"Eight!"
"I want to eat eight!" Janet repeated to Mag with a pitiful look like "We are very hungry."
"Um..Okay~"
Mag showed a dumbfounded expression, spread his hands to Polly and Hardman, turned around and trotted downstairs.
Hardman saw this guy's reaction, stood up, politely pulled out a chair for Janet, asked her to sit down, and smiled.
"How long is it until the due date?"
"It will take more than ten weeks~"
Janet gently stroked her belly with her hand, smiled and thanked Hardman, and then asked Polly.
"I heard from Mag that you also have two children?"
"When you were pregnant with them, you had..."
Polly moved her chair next to Janet and sat down, raised her eyebrows at Mayor Hardman, and began to talk about her pregnancy experience.
Hardman saw the two of them actually. .
Emm. .
He had no choice but to sit down with a smile on his face, eating lobster and thinking about it in his mind. .
Wait a minute, if there is anything you can talk to Mag Ludwig about, let’s have a good chat!