"Haha, Mr. Allen, you are too polite. We in California still welcome foreign capital to come to our market for development. You can rest assured to develop the market here. We at Johnson Fund welcome your arrival very much."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the arena was becoming awkward again, old Johnson quickly came out to smooth things over and act as the good guy.

Alan glanced at the old guy and smiled as well.

The main purpose of meeting with this group of people has been made clear: he is new here and is here to develop business. He wants to say hello to the local bosses and make it clear that he will not steal their business.

It doesn’t matter whether they believe it or not, but the words must be said first and the position must be made clear.

"Hahaha, Old Johnson is right. Now that we all know each other, let's take our seats and formally welcome Mr. Allen to America!"

Chief Baker looked at the expressions of the people around him and took over the conversation. At this point, the atmosphere finally eased a lot. This meeting, which had been strange from the beginning to now, had finally officially begun. Everyone had shaken hands and officially got to know each other. The only thing left was to have a meal together.

…

At 10:30 in the evening, after the banquet, a fleet of black modified Lincoln Town Cars drove quietly on the road to Old Carl's suburban residence.

This row of cars looks extremely low-key. All the models are this year's new Lincoln Town Cars. Even the appearance of the cars has not changed much. The black body, silver rearview mirrors, and very exaggerated front face design all demonstrate the American car design style.

The wheelbase of the car is 5.5 meters, but it is not long. Through the dark glass, we can see that the two-finger-thick glass should be modified bulletproof glass.

Alan sat in the back seat, quietly looking at Los Angeles at night.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on both sides of the road along the way, but most of the people he saw made Alan frown.

Most of them are black spots!

They walked in the night, like... moles on a person's body, making the whole city look like it had cancer.

Anyway, Wales is almost becoming a single-race region. It’s only in the past two years... there have been more people from China coming here to do business. In the past few years... the percentage of white people has reached 98.7%, which is very exaggerated.

After staying in such a place for a long time, Alan became more and more annoyed when he suddenly came to a place full of black spots.

These people are eye-catching!

In Allen's impression, it's not that there are no good people in their race, but...

The probability of an elite emerging from among them is extremely low. The very few elites are mixed-race or come from large families that have developed over many years. They may appear to be blacks, but they are already white in their hearts.

Most of the real black fans actually have a high crime rate and a low level of education. Even those who have been to school have very poor personal qualities.

Organization, discipline and sense of responsibility are very poor.

…

"Master... you have met those people, now let's..."

Xiao Shitou drove the car himself, Old Carl sat in the passenger seat, and only Alan was in the back seat. As they came out of the hotel, Alan didn't say a word all the way. Old Carl turned his head and couldn't help but ask Alan about his next plan.

"These people haven't realized my strength yet. Once we rescue everyone tomorrow, they will truly know me!"

Alan squinted his eyes and thought of those old guys. Some of them pretended to be magnanimous, and some seemed arrogant. It was their first meeting, so Alan didn't care. After finishing this job tomorrow and letting them broaden their horizons, these people would know what kind of person he, Master Alan, really was.

…

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The car under him stopped suddenly. Alan didn't think that someone would set off firecrackers in the suburbs of Los Angeles in the middle of the night. There was only one possibility that could make such a noise - someone fired a gun!

Little Shitou was a little nervous and subconsciously stepped on the brakes. Old Carl picked up the intercom and asked a few questions before turning around and saying, "Master... this is quite common here. There are many idle people at night, and these black dogs can't wait to rob people when they see them. The car leading the way drove away a few people and fired warning shots."

"Is this common here?"

Alan looked at old Carl's usual expression, and his heart suddenly moved. His talent as a troublemaker suddenly became active.

He found that he was still a little bit unadapted to America. He was used to living in the environment of Britain. Even though he had some stereotypes about the chaos in America, it was only when he really came here and experienced it firsthand that he could feel it.

"Master... We are almost in the suburbs here. It's quite remote to begin with. Most people don't dare to go out at this late hour. Most of the people walking around the streets are gang members. If you don't shoot them... they will dare to approach us."

"Um……"

Allen patted the back seat of the driver's seat to signal Little Stone to continue driving. After thinking for a while, he suddenly asked Old Carl, "You have a good relationship with Chandler. How much information have you obtained about him?"

When Old Carl heard Alan ask this, the corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously.

This is his favorite thing about Allen, and it is also the biggest difference between him and the old earl.

Old Carl was born into a family of dirty workers. Even though Allen later bestowed him with the title of knight, no one cared about him in this small piece of land of America. After a long time, he always felt itchy to do things, but now, under normal circumstances, he doesn't need to do the dirty work himself. Besides, Allen's industries here are basically buying, and he has no competitors or enemies.

As time went on, old Carl changed his mind and developed his small gathering place on the outskirts of Los Angeles into a temporary nest.

Not to mention the weapons stored at home, he also started to investigate information about some upper-class people in Los Angeles. He didn't know if he could use them or not. They were just sitting there anyway. What if his young master needed them in the future?

Most of the dirty work that the old earl asked him to do was aimed at human lives. It was simple and direct, with no purpose other than physical elimination.

But it's different with Allen. When he kills people or secretly attacks a family, his purpose is very clear, and he usually goes for people's property or money.

Such a comparison... Although Alan is more evil and cruel than the old earl, old Carl likes such a master, which suits his taste very much.

Alan had been behaving normally throughout the trip, but now that he suddenly asked this, old Carl probably had guessed what Alan was trying to do.

…

"Master, the Chandler family has a total of 204 family members, 47 of whom are based abroad. The rest of them don't live together in America, but... people say that the Chandler family is large and powerful. Although their assets are not the largest among these families, in terms of manpower, they are second only to the Bechtel family."

"I have files on everyone in their family. Who do you want to know about?"

"Hahaha!" Alan pointed at old Carl. It was comfortable to work with such an old servant. He didn't need to tell him anything, and everything was prepared in advance. With such conditions, wouldn't it be inconsistent with his personality if he didn't do something here?

…

"How many sons does Chandler have? Which one does he like best?"

"this……"

When Old Carl heard Alan's question, he frowned, thought for a moment, and murmured, "He has three sons, but he probably likes his eldest son the most. His second son is now in France, where he opened a winery. He hasn't come back to see him for a long time. His youngest son is not very ambitious. He likes to invite a few little stars to dance parties all day long, and basically doesn't get involved in their family business."

"Master... do you have any ideas about the Chandler family?"

The more Carl spoke, the more excited he became.

"snort……"

Alan squinted his eyes and looked out the window. Don’t think that just now at the banquet, old Carl took the initiative to introduce Chandler and said that Chandler had helped him a lot and that they had a very good relationship.

When facing meat...who would talk about relationships with you, talking about feelings with people from Daying...are you still asleep?

…

"I do have an idea, but... as you said, they have a big family and it's hard to deal with them. I've been so busy lately and have been distracted by so many things. I can't afford to eat this piece of meat from their family!"

America will develop sooner or later. Old Carl is just the pioneer. This time selling medicine is just a test. What should he do after he has gained a firm foothold?

Do we have to do business honestly here?

Isn't this making things difficult for Master Allen?

Now that you're in the sheepfold, what are you waiting for if you don't want to eat some meat?

But even though he can't get a piece of meat now, it doesn't mean that Alan can just leave him alone. Since he's here, he might as well disrupt their family and cause some trouble to them first, weaken them first, and wait until he's free and has established himself here, then he can take action against them.

When it comes to stealing things, Alan is very professional. Compared with strangers, he will definitely steal from acquaintances first!

Even old Carl knew to collect information first, and Alan certainly understood this as well.

…

"After I finish my work this time, you can find time to have his eldest son dragged into this mess and teach him some bad habits. This place is so chaotic... Humph, you can make it even more chaotic. It would be best if you could divert the anger... to those other families. What is the relationship between the Chandler family and those families?"

"Master... their family is in the media business. If they want to stay in the media, they have to offend a lot of people over the years!"

"I see!"

Alan took a deep breath. It was better to offend as many people as possible. This way, no matter who caused trouble for their family, it would not seem too abrupt. This was good, this was good!

…

Old Karl's residence has now become a large villa complex that looks a bit like a manor, but actually functions like a fortress.

In the suburbs... land is not that tight. After years of exclusion and acquisition, his former neighbors either moved away voluntarily or were "forced" to move away voluntarily. There is no one else within a few kilometers around here.

Theoretically, this villa complex and Allen's private prison are located in the south and north, blocking several main roads heading east from Los Angeles, making transportation very convenient.

As soon as they got out of the car in the manor, Old Carl bent down and whispered, "Master, Cameron has arranged a small gift for you. I have asked someone to send it to your room. Do you want to eat something first, or..."

"Oh? Cameron arranged it?"

As soon as Alan thought of Cameron's obscene expression during the day, he knew what this gift meant.

He rubbed his hands expectantly and asked, "Who is coming? Introduce me to the actors?"

Given Cameron's identity, Allen subconsciously thought that he would invite a female star from Hollywood. He should at least understand the identity of the person first, otherwise he would go in and find that he didn't know the person at all, which would be a big disappointment.

"Uh... not an actress. This one doesn't come from a particularly good background, but she has accumulated a certain amount of fame. She only became famous this year. I think she was a model before. I heard from Cameron that she was an actress, but she only played small roles and was not very famous."

"oh?"

After hearing old Carl's introduction, Allen became more curious. How could Cameron have the nerve to send such an unknown actress to him?

"But... she started to transform this year. I heard from Cameron that she can do the feather fan dance. It is said that she is very famous in California and has a great figure. People say that she is naturally charming. She specially prepared a show for you today. I believe you will like it."

…

About 1.5 meters high, a huge high-heeled glass goblet was placed on the open space at the end of the bed in the bedroom, facing the large bed.

As bottle after bottle of champagne was poured into this huge wine glass, the golden liquid was covered with a light layer of foam. Under the light, it looked very psychedelic, as if gold had been melted.

Dita Von Teese nervously tightened the towel around her body, her eyes unconsciously looking at the ground not far from her, where there were a pile of empty champagne bottles.

Each of these bottles of champagne was worth at least one thousand dollars. Now... right in front of her, more than forty bottles of such expensive champagne had been poured in.

As if it was free, the servant poured the wine in with an expressionless face, the servant beside him dutifully opened the bottle and passed the wine, and another servant held a flashlight and a scoop net, looking at the wine glass again and again, fishing out the non-existent debris inside.

"His Excellency the Earl is back. You can get ready now."

A very stout maid walked up to Tita Vantis and spoke to her in a deliberately slow voice.

"Oh? Oh! Okay, got it."

Dita Von Teese walked to the floor-length mirror nervously and slowly took off the bath towel. She was wearing a set of black sexy body-shaping underwear.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her black medium-length wavy hair slightly covered her cheeks, and the arc of her curved eyebrows was very exaggerated, especially the lipstick on her lips. The flaming red lips matched her outfit today, making her look very charming. The black mole at the corner of her left eye added a touch of enchantment to her extremely charming face.

Taking the gauze shawl handed to her by the maid, which was a transparent gauze shawl inlaid with hundreds of tiny diamonds, Dita Von Teese took one last look at herself in the mirror, and then, with the help of the maid, she walked slowly into the wine glass along the small ladder.

Tonight... this huge wine glass filled with tens of thousands of dollars is her dance floor, and she is going to perform a private dance for a distinguished guest!

The servant helped Tita Vontis into the wine glass, put away the remaining empty bottles and the small ladder, and finally turned on the lights that had been arranged in advance as required, and inspected the spacious bedroom again, then closed the door and waited for its owner to appear.