Luke's idea wasn't brilliant, nor was it unusual. It was just that Foggy and Matt hadn't thought about it before.
They were lawyers, not renovation workers. They were already used to the process of a large renovation company.
Luke's suggestion, however, made everyone think for a moment.
If it was developed into community reconstruction and community service, then there would be a lot of room for maneuver.
With an increase in scale, a lot of costs could be saved, and the residents who received the donations could also be mobilized to do what they could.
If the renovation money was in place, these people wouldn't mind putting in a little work.
Luke was just getting started, and listened to Foggy and the other two come up with a lot of money-saving ideas. Half an hour later, after finishing their beer, he and Selina got up to leave.
Foggy and the others didn't ask them to stay. Luke and Selina definitely didn't have much free time in their professions.
Being willing to fork out a large sum of money to do good was the greatest kindness in America.
At that moment, Charlie was watching an action movie at home with his girlfriend, Cordelia.
Suddenly, his body turned cold, and he shivered.
Cordelia looked at him strangely. "What's wrong?"
Charlie shook his head blankly. "I don't know. I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen."
"Here you go again. You think you're the reincarnation of some wizard who can predict bad luck, but in the end, you've been unlucky since you were young. You've never been lucky. If you're really a wizard, you're definitely the most useless one, "Cordelia said unhappily.
She even tugged at Charlie, causing him to cry out in pain. "Hey, I'm made of flesh. Aren't you afraid of breaking it?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you have another b * tch outside? Oh, it should be an old b * tch. Raqael's sister was flirting with you last time. Tell me, are you two together? "
Charlie covered his head with both hands. "Omg, his sister is almost 100 kilograms, alright? Darling, do you have some misunderstanding about my taste? I like people like you the most. "
Cordelia sneered. "You seem to complain a lot that I'm too thin? You always say that you have to be fuller to be a woman. When you saw Sister Raqael the other day, you kept singing that song … Baby!
got
Back, right? "
Charlie felt a chill down his spine. "Me? Wasn't that sung to you?"
He wasn't interested in Raqael's sister, but he was interested in Big.
Butts was really interesting.
It just so happened that Raqael's sister had one, which made him think further. In the end, Cordelia actually noticed it.
If he was discovered, he would definitely be in big trouble.
He could only try his best to fool his girlfriend's paranoia and completely forget about the ominous premonition he had just had.
After Luke and Selina got home, they washed up and went back to work.
Two hours later, Wesley had no choice but to call his boss again. "Boss, the smiling mask and the black cat just killed Gustavo Gomez of the Angel of Death and looted their main warehouse. A conservative estimate is that the Angels of Death lost two tons of goods this time. Even if we don't consider their subsequent reactions, the loss of this batch of goods will have a huge impact on our business. "
There was a long silence on the other end of the line, so long that Wesley almost thought the line had been disconnected.
"You said to look for the Fraternity last time. Have you settled it?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.
Wesley said, "I was about to tell you about it. The Fraternity turned down the mission, saying that we didn't give them any specific information, like their real identities or something. "
The person on the other end of the line: "What kind of assassins are they? Can't they check it out themselves? I wouldn't hire mercenaries if I just took action. "
Wesley said helplessly, "That's what they said. But it doesn't seem like they're just brushing me off. They might be in trouble themselves. "
The person on the other end of the line: "I'm not the boss of the Fraternity. I don't care what trouble they're in. Put these good-for-nothings on the blacklist in the future. "
"Yes, boss." Wesley said, "However, the Fraternity turned down the mission, but recommended that we go to another platform."
The person on the other end of the line was surprised. "What?"
Wesley said, "The Fraternity mentioned the Continental Hotel. They said that we can put up a reward there for all the assassins in the world to help us find and kill those masked men."
The other end of the line fell silent again.
Hearing that, it was possible that something had gone wrong with the Fraternity. Otherwise, why would they recommend the business to someone else?
Putting up a reward was indeed the simplest.
Wesley hadn't gone to the Continental Hotel before because this force wasn't to be trifled with, and had even clashed with him before.
But the masked men had been too arrogant in the past few days. In just a few days, they had expanded their attacks from their subordinates to their allies (D 'Amico), their suppliers (Angel of Death), and their distributors (Madam Gao).
This was definitely the rhythm of killing them.
Wesley had no choice but to mention the taboo name "Continental Hotel" to his boss.
"Sure, but don't use our name." After a moment of silence, the person on the other end of the line gave the answer.
Upon hearing this, Wesley felt relieved.
If he could spend some money to get the Continental Hotel and the masked men to clash, that would be perfect for Wesley's side.
In any case, both sides were his enemies. It didn't matter who won, or if both sides suffered heavy losses, or if they kept fighting each other, it would be a good thing.
He hadn't considered this before because the masked men weren't that strong, and their attacks on Wesley weren't strong enough.
Now, it was a good chance for these two forces of unknown strength to fight each other.
After hanging up, Wesley pondered.
Frank D 'Amico had already set up a death revenge order at the Continental Hotel.
Once D 'Amico and his son were killed, the revenge order would be activated, and the reward for their killers would be two million each.
This time, the masked men killed both D 'Amico and his son, and the total reward for the revenge order was four million, which was rather tempting.
But that wasn't enough.
The masked men's growing gang and their rapid increase in strength gave the shrewd Wesley a strong sense of danger.
Not only were the other party getting stronger, they also had more and more accomplices, which was really bad for them.
He had to drag the Continental Hotel into this war as soon as possible.
Given the Continental Hotel's behavior, they would definitely fight the masked men.
It was all that damn Batman's fault! Why was he acting as a vigilante and being so high-profile? I'll kill you when I get the chance! Wesley was furious.
The number of masked vigilantes in New York had increased dozens of times over, and it was all because of Batman.
Over the past few months, there had been a lot of kids in their teens and twenties wearing black capes and tattered masks all over the country looking for trouble with hooligans, claiming that they were doing chivalry.
It wasn't good to be a low-key vigilante, but he had to go on TV. Batman was definitely a hypocrite! After cursing Batman again, Wesley made the call to arrange the bounty.
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