"On Wall Street, there are small companies closing down at any moment, and new ones opening up at any moment. You don't have to worry about renting a house here, and the real companies that can rent such a large office."
"It's at least two to three years old, and it's a mature company. I see that you're still young, and the high rent is not a loss of a few hundred dollars. You should seriously consider it."
Qin Guan was impressed by such a caring real estate agent in this materialistic society. He planned to say a few more words in response.
"Well, it's not expensive. I can still afford it. I thought the monthly rent would be 110,000 USD. At that time, I was thinking about expanding my company by a few times …"
"I didn't expect it to be an annual rent. That's too cheap … My accounting firm's current business volume is enough to handle it … It's okay, thank you for your kind reminder …"
"Cough, cough, cough …"
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He choked on a mouthful of smoke that he inhaled into his lungs. His voice trembled as he asked something that made him collapse even more.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-two years old. She hasn't celebrated her birthday yet, so she should be twenty-one? … "
"Student? You just graduated? "
"Starting a business in school …"
Smith felt that he had lived for more than 30 years like a dog. Originally, he was also the top salesman in Texas, but after being transferred to the headquarters with a bang, in less than two days, he had experienced what was called a blow.
In fact, if an old salesman from New York were to do this, he would not even blink his eyelids. There were many young talents on Wall Street.
A rise in the index would instantly create a group of millionaires. Tomorrow, a change in the policy would cause countless millionaires to live destitute lives.
Smith was like a villager who had just entered the city and had never seen anything before.
QC office lease completed!
WeWork would handle the follow-up procedures, while Cong Nianwei would be in charge of the office decoration.
The Beauty of the World, which was a combination of gallery and design studio. They had achieved gratifying results in the design and construction of small houses. The power of a mom-and-pop shop was quite impressive in the early stages of a business, no matter which country it was in.
Recently, Qin Guan didn't want her to go out too much. With her new job, she could stay at home or at school for a few weeks.
The United States had been too restless since May.
In March, the Iraq War, which was originally thought to be a war of words, finally started. It was said to be a joint operation of the world's countries, but most of the soldiers sent to the battlefield were American soldiers.
There were so many indignant voices against the Oscars, which were purely for entertainment. Not to mention the reactions of people from various industries.
Since the president's behavior began, anti-war demonstrations across the United States had been ignited like a prairie fire.
As time went by, the approaching Memorial Day was a constant reminder of the sorrow brought about by war.
In the City Hall, there were a few lonely figures at the window of the veterans' relief fund. However, the area outside the window was crowded with people.
Some peace-loving anti-war groups had already gathered at the memorial site, which represented the pain and reflection of the United States.
They held slogans such as "Oppose the War" and "Stop the Stupid War" firmly in their hands.
The half-finished floats, which had been rehearsed for Memorial Day, slowly drove past them, adding to the irony of the scene.
Franklin walked out of the City Hall with a blank look in his eyes. He was still wearing a light green camouflage uniform. The aura of a soldier was still deeply reflected in his body.
If it wasn't for the fact that everyone saw the empty cuffs, they would have exclaimed in admiration that this was a young man full of heroic bearing.
Unfortunately, war was cruel. Franklin walked out of the door with his disability pension in his backpack. The stink of money was not enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
He subconsciously glanced at the door and saw that more and more people were gathering. As if he had thought of something, he shook the backpack in his hand and squeezed out of the crowd.
...
It was an ordinary night in New York City. Qin Guan was looking at his wife in the kitchen as usual.
If he ignored the people in the apartment building who had nothing better to do, the night would have been perfect.
Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering rang out in the quiet street. Joseph, who was curious, popped his head out and shouted excitedly, "F * ck!"
The window of the grocery store at the corner of the street had been smashed forcefully by someone from the outside. A few black boys were breaking the door, preparing to look for anything that could be sold inside.
"Are these black people crazy? How dare they rob us? Aren't they afraid that the NYPD will invite them for tea? "
The neighbors crowded around Qin Guan's window, looking at the crime scene on the street and discussing what they had learned.
"Shouldn't we call the police?"
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The automatic alarm system of the grocery store rang.
They hadn't expected that the owner of the grocery store, who lived on the opposite street, would spend a lot of money to install an alarm system. Suddenly, they saw the owner run out of his house with a gun in his hand.
"You little bastards!"
Bang!
Along with the shout was the sound of gunfire. When the few black men in the shop saw the intruder, they grabbed the remaining change in the smashed cash register and disappeared into the night without looking back.
Some fat bosses chased after them with guns for a few steps and gave up.
"Oh my god! My shop! "He turned around and howled in front of the smashed shop's entrance.
"F * cking New York police officers! They are all useless! How long has it been? Not a single police car has arrived!"
"I want to complain! What kind of bastards are the taxpayers' money supporting?"
The store owner was in tears and snot, but Qin Guan was confused.
"Sigh, usually, even if a car's alarm goes off by mistake, there will be patrol cars coming to check in less than three minutes."
"Such a big thing happened today, but why is the street still so quiet …"
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