Chapter 270: Old Joseph's trap?

After the lunch is over, the port's ore is also handed over, and they will be stored in advance by the Movement Pioneer and Skunk Lab.
After accompanying Lian Qinglin to the headquarters of the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce for settlement, Li Zitao arranged for him to stay at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel before returning home.
"Are you all here?" In the storeroom, Li Zitao saw the so-called "Congratulations." ’
20 centimeters high, Baizi Guanyin made of white jade, mother tree dahongpao in red glazed porcelain bottles, and two landscape paintings by Zhang Daqian.
There is also a pair of inscriptions, 100 years of good cooperation, payment, Chairman Hong.
None of this attracted Li Zitao's attention. His heart was all on his handwritten letter. Unsurprisingly, he was invited to look back.
Li Zitao stayed in the study until late at night, and then he wrote a reply. The idea was ‘busy business and difficult to withdraw, but he was close to his hometown and was willing to make a contribution—’
Along with the letter, it was sent to Lian Qinglin, and there was also a cheque of $1 million.
In addition, in a conversation with Lian Qinglin, Li Zitao also stated that he is in the three eastern provinces and will be laid in the Hualian Department Store across the country in the future.
Although Lian Qinglin had some regrets, he said nothing.
With Li Zitao's status and status today, and being in a capitalist empire, that can only be coaxed with good words.
Otherwise, if you are not a bird, what can you do?
Solved the gift problem, Li Zitao stayed at home.
Norma and Eric were taken over, and Lao Huang is now a procrastinator, always letting him take care of two little guys, and Li Zitao is also embarrassed.
More importantly, there are enough servants in the house now, and the two little guys can be well taken care of without having to bother him.
In his free time, Li Zitao personally took them everywhere, walked dogs, teased birds, and brought Xiaojin to the park to put the pigeons to see how it preyed. It was a pleasant day.
When I received a call from Roosevelt, the time had come to the end of April.
Old Joseph Kendy agreed to meet him, New York, Riccarton Hotel.
Li Zitao departed the next day, and the six bodyguards, plus himself, just reached the passenger limit of the plane.
The cubicle was finally used. The sound from the inside made the bodyguards mouth light, but kept quiet and closed their eyes.
Lily wore black stockings when she went in. When she came out, the stockings were gone, and she had a lot of black pieces in her hands.
"This is a new gift for you." A gold card from Wells Fargo, Li Zitao tucked into the gap in her chest before getting off the plane.
Perhaps because she looks too much like the goddess Collins Taosi, and the innocent smile healed, Li Zitao will always care about her.
"BOSS, do you need to check around?" After the last incident, the bodyguards were a little vigilant when they looked at the tall building opposite when they arrived at the hotel.
"Well." Li Zitao nodded and pushed the door into the room.
Two bodyguards were left behind to guard the door of the house. The other four left the hotel and walked towards the building with the right angle.
The meeting time with Joseph Kendi was 3 pm, and Li Zitao had arrived at the hotel at 12 pm. He believed that the old Joseph should be in a certain room of the hotel at the moment.
However, neither of them was in a hurry. Li Zitao stayed in the room until 2:55, and then arrived at the coconut tree restaurant on the 9th floor under the of the bodyguard.
Old Joseph sat in the corner, far away from the window, and he seemed to be on guard too.
"What's the matter?" Sitting down, old Joseph omitted his politeness like an old friend and looked at him with a coffee cup smiling.
"Gin, add ice." He said to the waiter next to him, waved his bodyguard, and the two sat at the table alone, looking at each other in silence.
"I didn't do that." In the end, Old Joseph spoke first.
Perhaps he was also afraid that the gunman Li Zitao was hiding somewhere would inadvertently shoot a bullet through his forehead.
"Kendy Manor's business has nothing to do with me." Li Zitao said leaning on the back of the chair with his hands crossed and his elbows pressed against the table.
"My housekeeper is dead. Joseph Jr. and my two other children were brought up by him. They are very sad, and there are guards and maids."
Old Joseph showed a sad expression, just like an ordinary old man, feeling the cruelty of life.
"My four bodyguards are dead. On the train, the killer disguised as a robber almost killed me." Li Zitao leaned forward and looked at him sharply.
The cold and ruthless eyes set old Joseph's heart sinking, guessing what he meant exactly?
"Is he here to declare war? Or that he is ready for something?" Old Joseph looked out the window.
Before Li Zitao's bodyguard searched the surrounding high-rise rooftops, his people were already there, just to prevent the Los Angeles incident from repeating itself.
"The Chinese have a saying, "Wealth makes money. I believe those things are not yours." Li Zitao withdrew his eyes and leaned back again, no longer appearing aggressive.
"Thank you for your trust. I think this must be a conspiracy. Someone wants to provoke war~EbookFREE.me~I will find them." Old Joseph sighed with relief.
"Remember to inform me at that time, I will unscrew his head as a toilet." Li Zitao grinned, and old Joseph looked away with guilty confusion.
"Let's toast to peace and friendship." Li Zitao raised his glass and smiled broadly.
After drinking, Li Zitao asked him if he would leave together. There is really nothing to say about the two together.
After receiving a refusal, Li Zitao left the restaurant with his bodyguard, leaving the old Joseph sitting at the dining table, thinking in a changing face.
"Is the matter really as he said, it's over like this? How much does he know about this matter, is there any other handle in his hands,
Also, how can we get rid of this debris that makes him hate! "
When old Joseph thought about these issues, he would never have thought that what he expected would come so fast that he was unprepared.
boom!
The melodious violin sound in the restaurant could not suppress the crisp sound, and then there was a harsh scream and shout downstairs: "BOSS was shot, grab them—"
"How could it be?" Old Joseph hurried to the window, and when he saw the figure downstairs backed by the bodyguard, his pupils could not help shrinking into needles.
"Who is it? Who did it, what did he want to do?" Old Joseph's instinct told him that this matter would be a big trouble, but he couldn't think of the key to the problem for a while.
Until he looked up and saw a guard wearing a coat on the opposite roof, he was overturned on the ground, and he was still holding a sniper rifle in his hand.
The old Joseph remembered that face very clearly, he personally brought the other party to New York, and ordered him to search the security of the surrounding buildings.
His most loyal guard captain, Pajero Flander.