Chapter 66: All parties move

　　 Stopped the reporters who wanted to rush inside, and Saliev, who had just joined the job for less than half a day, walked out of the club door with five or six assistants.
　　 "Let them come." Saliyev cleared his throat and said to the intersection.
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　　 A group of reporters rushed forward like crazy, with a microphone in their hands like irons, and poked straight into Saleyev's face.
　　 The security behind him stepped forward to form a human wall, and easily stopped the reporters.
　　The bodyguards currently responsible for safety around the club are the most outstanding members of the training camp, and each is not inferior to the special forces in terms of physical fitness.
　　 Of course, only from the aspect of physical fitness, if you really get started, these rookies are still far away, but it is still easy to stop a group of reporters.
　　 "Please keep calm, I will answer your questions. Now, please be quiet." With the call of Saliev and the interception of security, the reporters finally calmed down.
　　Saliyev glanced at the reporters under the steps, his eyes condensed on the work card in front of their chests, and pointed to the reporter of the Chicago Tribune, "Please ask."
　　 "Hello, what is the situation of Mr. Charlie Lee, why is there a gunman assassinating him, is his property inherited?"
　　 The reporter who was pointed out was very excited, and his mouth was a series of questions. If he didn't see Saliyav's palm pressure, he would like to continue asking.
　　 "Each reporter is limited to one question. Second, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Saliyev. I am the chief lawyer of the Legal Department of the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce.
　　 Journalists, please pay attention to your remarks. Any insults, malicious guesses, or offensive remarks, I only represent BOSS, and reserve the right to pursue their responsibility. "
　　 Seeing the disapproval of everyone, Saliyev did not reiterate, but said calmly: "For your question, all I can answer is that BOSS is very good."
　　 "Please ask." Saliyev pointed to another "New York Times" reporter.
　　 "Mr. Saliyev, what is the source of Charlie Lee's property?" The other party's question is very tricky. Instead of paying attention to this shooting, he asked about the source of Li Zitao's property.
　　 They didn’t pay much attention to this Chinese nationality before. They even turned their backs on the tabloid ‘horrible’ headline, ‘Hua Guo giant, what a joke, haha...’
　　 But since he threw 20 million dollars in Hollywood, all the people really realized that this young man who was dubbed as "the rich man of China" might be really rich.
　　 This question has been speculated by the outside world. Even people who know Li Zitao also want to know the origin of his wealth. So far only club members know the truth.
　　 "All sources of BOSS property are reasonable and legal." Saliyev sonorously responded: "If you have any questions, please consult the relevant government departments."
　　As for which department is concerned, they need to explore the answer by themselves.
　　 "Does Mr. Charlie Lee have a will?" "Los Angeles Times" reporter.
　　 "BOSS has no physical problems and is actively receiving treatment." Saliyev's face was a bit ugly, making the reporters more firm in their previous speculations.
　　Li Zitao's current situation must be so bad that his men can't wait to clarify, ‘did we look like idiots? ’
　　 "Is this assassination related to Luciano's bizarre death?" "New York Post" reporter.
　　 "Of course it doesn't matter. BOSS is a passionate, upright, and kind-hearted businessman. How could it be related to the infamous Mafia." Saliyev waved indifferently.
　　 "Mr. Saliev, is Mr. Charlie Lee's wealth related to the stock market crash?" "Wall Street Journal" reporter.
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　　Public reporters fell into an uproar, recalling the information about Li Zitao, and suddenly found that this possibility is extremely high, and his property is most likely derived from the stock market crash.
　　 "I have already answered this question, the next one." Saliyev pointed to the last one unchanged.
　　 "Hello Mr. Saliyev, I am a Times reporter from country Y. I would like to ask, what is the relationship between Mr. Charlie Lee and the Capone Group?"
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　　 There was another uproar, and everyone turned to look behind him, and the calm looking young female reporter, no one thought that the other party's problems would be so sharp.
　　 "I'm reiterating that my boss, Mr. Charlie Lee is a law-abiding, enthusiastic and benevolent American businessman. That's it, thank you."
　　Saliyev turned around and left without turning back, letting the reporters behind him hustle and bustle and asking sharp questions.
　　 "Huh..." The hustle and bustle of the noise was isolated outside the gate. Saliyev wiped the sweat on his forehead and quickly walked to the ward on the second floor.
　　 The two bodyguards standing in front of the door gave way, and Saliyev pushed the door in, and saw Li Zitao leaning against the bed, talking with Wang Dagou beside him.
　　 "BOSS, things are done." Saliyev said respectfully.
　　I came to the ward and found Li Zitao was okay. Saliyev was still excited and thought, ‘I don’t have to worry about losing the high-paying job I just got. ’
　　 But Li Zitao then handed him a special ‘job,’ to deal with the reporters below.
　　 and told him in particular, "Be sure to bite me out of danger and recuperate, but when answering the question, your face will become more gloomy."
　　 In order to complete the task, Saliyev faced Li Zitao and performed a dozen times in a row before he got a satisfied nod.
　　 "I believe that someone will jump out soon." Li Zitao pulled the quilt and smiled with a bandage covering his chest.
　　 "BOSS, you can't be too excited now to prevent the wound from cracking." Mike, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up. "Your visitation time is too long."
　　 looked at Mike, who was ‘into the play’, crying and laughing. Li Zitao nodded helplessly, let Wang Dagou and Saliyev go down, and told them to keep ‘confidential. ’
　　 This night in Chicago was surging. When dozens of surgical experts from Chicago College United Hospital entered the club under George's personal escort, rumors spread.
　　 "Have you heard? The Li from the East was assassinated by the gunman, and now it's almost gone."
　　 "Really? How did I hear that he was sober."
　　 "How is it possible that you didn't read the newspaper? That was just a lie made by his men to stabilize people's mind..."
　　 "Hey, man, just now someone saw that the surgical experts of the United Hospital were all invited to the club, that yellow monkey is going to die, haha..."
　　 "Hi, William, I heard that your partner was shot..."
　　 "Jevich, do you know Lee's situation?"
　　 "Nucky, Charlie is almost done, do you have any plans?"
　　 "Samuel, I heard that your new boss is going to see God, haha..."
　　 "Old man, maybe this is an opportunity..."
　　At the same time, Ace, who just completed its reorganization, was acquired by Bechtel, and inside Pepsi, it was also panicked.
　　 The printing presses of the major newspapers that belonged to it were fully operational, and the newspapers that night were sold out. In addition to those with ulterior motives, many melon-eating people were also waiting for news.
　　Now for them, being able to see the ‘miracle’ damage is the happiest time after tea and dinner, and this time it is also a Chinese national from the East.
　　 "Yellow-skin monkeys should die." In a bad social environment, Qiu Fu psychology is becoming the norm and becoming gradually distorted.
　　 In the club No. 22, the ringing of the phone kept ringing.
　　All responsible persons of the industry under Li Zitao's name called, Aisi, Pepsi, Bechtel, as well as the owners of McDonald's and Subway.
　　 followed closely by the heads of the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce and the Foundation. Mahathir, who had just completed the handover, said he would come as soon as possible, and the new head, Aymo, also expressed concern.
　　Samuel, Nucky, and Lawrence followed closely, and the CEO of First National Bank, Aiken Wood, and his assistant, Emmond Pagana, also called in person.
　　When they indicated that they wanted to come to visit in person, Li Zitao needed to be recuperated and refused politely.
　　 Next came a group of governors, parliamentarians, and mayors, IL Senator Javier Damon, Chicago Mayor William Deffer, and Police Chief Grant Fozer.
　　California Governor Frans Edward, senior senator Clara Deanland, Los Angeles Mayor Carl Madson, Hollywood Honorable Mayor Galio Trafford.
　　NJ (New Jersey) Governor Walter Gate, Rep. Sakir Ricks, senior senator, is also running for Vice President Nick Brandy.
　　Paul Rica, Ernest May of the Anliang Chamber of Commerce and Industry, and even Ellen Stiknard, specially called to express concern.
　　 and deliberately explain, once Li Zitao wakes up, please give him a message immediately.
　　When Ben finally put the phone down~EbookFREE.me~ when he no longer heard the harsh ringtone, his mouth was already bitter and his throat became hoarse.
　　 It turned out that Li Zitao was surrounded by such a network of relationships. Through these individuals, it seemed that he saw a huge network of intertwined sheets.
　　 "God, please bless the safety of BOSS." Ben said silently in his heart.
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　　 "Hey." Ben frowned and said with hissing voice.
　　 "I am Major Eisenhower, how is Lee's situation?" Dwight's complacent voice came, and he could not help but straighten his waist.
　　 "Mr. Major, BOSS is out of danger and is currently being treated actively. Thank you for your concern." For Eisenhower, this is not much understood.
　　But he knew that the veterans of S.H.I.E.L.D. were all personally sent by Dwight, and the major signed a secret agreement with Li Zitao on behalf of the Army Department.
　　 In addition, Dwight's way of sending veterans also impressed Ben.
　　After a moment of silence, Dwight said: "... I wish him a speedy recovery, and I will visit him."
　　 "Finally, it's over." In the early morning, Ben dragged his tired body back to his home under the of two bodyguards.
　　 "Joanna, I'm back." Ben left the leather bag on the table at random, untied the bow tie and threw the body on the sofa.
　　 "Dear." Joanna walked from the kitchen carrying freshly brewed English black tea, looking curiously: "What happened today?"
　　 "Well, something about work." Ben sits up and smiles. He never wants to bring home work, even if his heart is in a state of disarray at the moment.
　　 "By the way, a lady who claimed to be Julianna called last night and said something was wrong with you." Joanna, who was pouring black tea, remembered the call.