Sheriff Willis said, "I don't know what you're doing in your industry, but let me tell you, no matter what you do, no matter if you can only harvest garbage and shit."
He pointed to his brain and continued, "As long as you take a few breaths of Starlight X, you will become the world's most powerful Treasure Hunting Tycoon. Megan Fox, Scarlett Johansson, Kristen Stewart, they will all crawl under your crotch."
"At that time, you'll find that you're negotiating with guys like Bill Gates, Warren Buffett, and Jim Walton …"
Listening to his introduction, Li Du suddenly had an idea and said, "So powerful? Can we do business with the Tussenbergs? "
Sheriff Willis was stunned and asked, "The Tussenbergs? Who? "
Bell looked surprised and said, "You mean the Tussenbergs of Boston?"
Li Du nodded and looked at him. "Do you know?"
He had never figured out Steve's identity. He had looked up information about the Tussenbergs on the Internet and found some families related to the family name, but they had no power.
Obviously, he had not found the right one. Based on his understanding of Steve and Elson, the Tussenbergs were definitely a terrifying behemoth.
This was strange. The United States did not have a strict Internet blockade, and netizens could express their opinions online. It was impossible for such a large family not to leave traces.
Bell said, "I happen to know one thing. It's an old family in Boston. They have existed since the Revolutionary War, but now they have few children and are generally engaged in the shipping business in Boston."
Li Du recalled that there seemed to be such an introduction in the information he found, but he ignored it.
For a family where the most powerful person was only the first mate of an ocean-going ship, all of them combined could not compare to one-tenth of Elson's power.
So Bell's words did not help him, and Steve's doubts remained in his heart.
The police's action of blocking the road did not last long. This time they raided the manufacturing workshop looking for Starlight X and left immediately after getting what they found.
Starlight X was a synthetic product, and the police and the hospital had not yet studied the pathogenic ingredients, so they had to follow the clues from the manufacturing workshop.
The police withdrew and the convoy moved on.
They entered the slums and stopped in front of a factory that looked like it had gone bankrupt.
In the clearing stood a large sign that read: Dare you to take chances, follow your dreams, take risks, fall in love, believe in yourself, ask questions, let go, make mistakes, start over, tell the truth, be responsible, find happiness, live in the moment?
The sign was blurry, not because of the wind and rain, but because someone had smeared something messy on it. Judging from the color and smell, it should be excrement.
In addition, there was damage on the sign. Brother Wolf took a look and determined, saying, "This is a bullet hole."
After their car stopped, a lot of people suddenly ran out. Most of them were children, and a small number were adults. Most of the adults were in wheelchairs or holding crutches or armrests. They were disabled.
When they saw Bell, they cheered. Someone said, "Hey, Chris, you're here, you're here, thank God!"
"We thought you wouldn't come again," a black man with a pair of crutches said with a smile. "The police blocked the road early this morning. They said not even a fly could fly in."
Bell went up to shake hands with him and said, "The fly didn't fly in. My treasure hunters and I are here. Hey, Byron, how have you been? "
The black man, Byron, shrugged and said, "Just like that. Except for a little pain in my legs from time to time, the overall situation is good. At least I can live."
Bell gave him some shopping vouchers and took out a box from the truck. He said, "One of my men found this in the warehouse. I hope it can help you."
Byron opened the box. Inside was a pair of shiny silver prosthetic legs. He clapped his hands and it made a clanging sound.
"Cool, you found my legs," Byron laughed.
He pulled open his pants and revealed two broken prosthetic legs.
The people and children who came out gathered around them. Bell waved the treasure hunters through the gate and a whole new world unfolded in front of them.
It was a deserted factory with spacious workshops, small buildings, basketball courts, badminton courts, and other sports venues.
The grass outside the factory was neatly arranged. Washed clothes and bedding hung in the open space. Most of them were old, but they could be washed very well. It was completely different from the messy slums outside.
A news van drove in. Someone was holding a camera and looking around. A female reporter smiled and first interviewed Bell, then other treasure hunters and people from the slums.
Bell was familiar with this. He answered the questions quickly and came over to greet Li Du and the others who were participating in this charity event for the first time.
Hans said, "You even found a reporter? From the California TV network? That's amazing. "
Bell smiled and said, "I said that I won't let everyone do charity for nothing. I will give everyone something in return. Obviously, my reward is to give everyone a chance to appear on TV."
Li Du was wandering outside when a teenager said to him, "Dude, don't leave the castle. Don't go to the empty alleys. We don't want to collect your body."
Some blacks and Mexicans stayed in the streets and alleys not far from the factory. They were playing with knives and weapons in their hands, and their eyes were straightforward and fierce, like a pack of wolves.
The slums were the most heavily policed areas in the United States. All kinds of idle people were everywhere. Li Du had never been in such an environment, but he could feel from the clothes and even the eyes of the people here that it was hell.
The streets and buildings of Salem Harbor were messy, old, and dirty, with garbage and cigarette butts everywhere. There were all kinds of black graffiti on the walls, which could refer to things like male and female genitals.
Li Du scanned his surroundings. He could not see a single clean building, nor a clean, energetic person.
This was the gap between the rich and the poor in the United States. He had seen Jane's Financial Report. Last year, the richest 1% of the population in the United States received 22% of the country's income, and the richest one-thousandth of the population received 11% of the income.
Since 2009, 95% of all income increases in the United States went to the richest 1%. The recently released census data showed that the median income in the United States had not changed for almost 25 years!
As he was thinking about these reports, he saw a few more cars driving in, led by a large Mercedes-Benz GLS class SUV, followed by a series of commercial vehicles, looking very domineering.
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