It was a black phone with no caller ID and number keys distributed all over the phone. Han Chudong didn't like dial-type phones because they were a bit troublesome to use and it was easy to dial the wrong number.

He thought something happened at the sales training class, but after hearing the voice from the other end, his expression became a little strange.

I quickly put down the receiver, took my wallet and phone book, and told him, "Let's play billiards next time. I have something urgent to do right now. Remember to go to dinner together tonight. Think about how to introduce yourself in advance."

Da Jun didn't ask any more questions and replied, "Okay, go ahead and do your work. Watermelon Head and I will go. Come find us when you're done."

"OK, if you're busy, come over quickly. Remember to have dinner together in the evening and meet the people from the training class first..."

It was pretty much what Han Chudong had expected.

A few days ago, Baofeng Electric was smashed, and the license plate numbers of two cars had clearly been told to others, but in the end the matter was suppressed without a sound.

The little yellow-haired guy named Li has no problems at all.

Han Yigun revealed some inside information at home, saying that one of the Jeep cars belonged to his boss. That Mr. Li was so bad that everyone knew he would never investigate himself.

In their line of work, if they want to keep their job secure these days, there is only one way to go: no matter how unhappy the people under their rule are, just please their white bosses and everything will be fine.

Chinatown is like a small walled city. No one pays attention to what happens. Although it is not far from City Hall, it is like a lawless place.

Take roads, for example.

When the road was being built a few years ago, it was cut off at Little Tokyo. If you were sitting in a car and the road suddenly jolted continuously, you would know that you had entered Chinatown without looking around.

No one cares about this place at all, and investors are unwilling to come here. The streets still maintain the old style of decades ago at the beginning of the century.

The so-called Chinatown is a synonym, occupying a small area with several streets. Tens of thousands of Chinese live here, so it is more appropriate to describe it as "Chinatown".

In addition to it, there are Little Tokyo, Little Seoul, Little Rome, etc. Different groups like to live together.

It is a city of angels during the day and a city of devils at night.

This saying has long existed in Los Angeles.

In addition to some wealthy areas and middle-class communities, there are also large chaotic areas with poor public security. There are many people like Li Sir who only want to make money but do nothing. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people trying to squeeze into this industry.

Han Yigun still has some conscience, but it may also be because he has been suppressed by two generations of the Li family and has not been given many opportunities to make money.

Speaking of which, Han Chudong's father was originally a marginal figure, and he got his current position by relying on his seniority. He doesn't have much ambition, but this has become a good thing. He is the type of person who has good interpersonal relationships, but does not have much say.

I'm still feeling the rage about my store being smashed, and the phone call I just received was related to that incident.

The day before yesterday.

He accidentally saw an advertisement for a private detective in the newspaper, claiming to be the most professional detective in Los Angeles.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, I went to a phone booth and called, stated my demands, and we agreed on a price of eight thousand US dollars.

The deposit was two thousand US dollars, and the other party guaranteed that they could find a lot of black material. Without even meeting the person, they sent the cash directly to a certain address through a mailbox.

There is no better way, I can't do it myself.

After much deliberation, Han Chudong decided to spend two thousand US dollars to test the waters. He was even mentally prepared to lose the money.

The call just now was from the other party, who asked him to meet at a cafe in the city center in half an hour.

When he left Mango Toy Company and drove away, he felt a little nervous, but the other party told him that the cafe was just opposite the police station, so they could both feel more at ease. Therefore, Han Chudong was not too worried.

If you have any ideas, there is no need to meet in a crowded place.

When he arrived at a coffee shop called Black Cat, he heard a bell sound when he pushed the door open. There was only a Jewish man in the shop, wearing a white suit and a white hat. He saw a brown paper package on the table and became more convinced that it was the person he was looking for.

Taking a deep breath and walking over, Han Chudong sat down and asked, "Al Madax?"

"Yes, you are younger than I thought. I ordered you a cup of black coffee. It's my treat."

This private detective who printed his name on the advertisement of the Los Angeles Times was handsome. After shaking hands with Han Chudong with a smile, Al Medusk asked him:

"I hope you have brought the balance with you. According to your request, this document is enough to bring him down, provided that you find the right agency. I would recommend the IRS.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

If you pay a little more, I can even use my connections to get my friends to help investigate in advance. Your idea is to bring this guy down as soon as possible, right? "

Han Chudong still had a lot of cash in his hands. Previously, the merchants who wholesaled magic balls from him all used cash for transactions.

Without saying anything, he pointed at the brown paper bag with a questioning look.

After the other party nodded, he took it up and opened it. There were many passbooks and land deeds inside. The last name was "Lee". He looked up at the private detective with a strange expression and asked, "Did you steal his safe?"

The handsome white man sitting opposite him was more cautious and replied, "I found a safe on the road. I opened it to find the owner. It's not against the law at all."

It was a disguised admission that since they didn't know each other, it would be a good idea to be more cautious. Han Chudong looked through it carefully and was surprised that there was more than 900,000 US dollars in savings and even a large apartment in the city center.

There was also a key in the small cloth bag, together with half a silver dollar, most likely a bank safe deposit voucher.

When he saw the familiar half-Yuan Datou coin, he believed that the other party had not deceived him or made some fake things to cheat money from him.

He asked Detective Al Medusk again, "How much will it cost to report it for me? Give me a number."

"That's easy. It only costs five hundred dollars. Don't be so cautious. I didn't poison the coffee. It tastes pretty good."

After hearing this, Han Chudong didn't want to drink anymore. He tapped the cup with his fingers and shook his head, saying, "This cup is cold. Coffee tastes best at 60 degrees Celsius. Since you recommend it, I'll order another cup."

While talking, he used a napkin to wipe the Yuan Datou silver coin and the paper cover that might have left fingerprints. When he felt that there was no problem, he took out an envelope and handed it over. He searched his pockets and found that he had more than three hundred US dollars.

I left twenty dollars for gas, handed the rest to the other party, and told him, "That's all I have. Consider it a discount?"

Mr. Al Maxdak nodded readily: "Okay, remember to call me if you have any work in the future. I will give you the most fair price, professional, efficient and safe..."