The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 168: The Old Director's Despair
Old Hansen had a look on his face that said, "Are you kidding me?"

However, looking at Xiunuo's serious yet compassionate look, Old Hansen suddenly felt guilty for some reason.

He really doesn't seem to be joking.

Does this guy really care that much about those veterans?
Hansen looked at Duck.

Dak looked very respectful at this time, and Hansen knew that he could not rely on this guy.

Hansen was somewhat resigned to his fate.

"I see." Hansen asked, "What about the business scope?"

"The first step must be to prioritize Xiong En's safety. As you know, the child is a little uneasy right now."

Hansen was silent again.

He looked at Dak for help.

However, the former drug lord's expression did not change at this moment, even when he heard these words.

Hansen, you're so stupid! Say something! Didn't you hear it? This guy wants to kill your son! Why don't you react at all?
Seeing that things have come to this, Hansen can only ask: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Don't worry." Xiu Nuo smiled. "I will send someone to do the specific process. Director Hansen only needs to give some guidance."

Hansen understood.

This is just to use my own name.

He didn't intend to tell me what he wanted to do.

Hansen was not angry when he knew the answer, but felt relieved instead.

After all, compared to actually training these veterans, Hansen would rather be a mascot.

Why not have some extra income?

But Hansen was not a good person, so he said directly: "If that's the case, I have no objection, but I have something I must say in advance."

"Please say."

"I won't sign any of the documents." Hansen said seriously, "I hope you can understand that the potential risks of this matter are too great. It's not that I don't trust you two, but I don't trust those soldiers with PTSD. I've seen too many such things in the LAPD before. Even some of my old friends have been tortured by this. Once they become emotionally unstable, they can do anything."

"I say this because I hope you can think carefully. If anything happens to them, this security company will be held responsible."

"That's as it should be." Xiu Nuo nodded: "So, Chief Hansen has agreed to join, right?"

"It seems there are no other problems." Hansen smiled and said, "I also want to make more contributions to this country."

"That's no problem."

Xiu Nuo looked at Dake and said, "Well, Dake, please discuss the establishment of this company with Director Hansen. I will go back first."

"I'll take you there." Dak said quickly.

"No need, just find someone to take me back."

"As you wish."

Although Dak said this, he still followed Xiunuo out.

Hansen was a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he decided to follow him. After all, he might be his own boss in the future.

It was not until he saw Duck's humility in its entirety that Hansen finally believed that this guy was serious.

"Who is he, Dake?" After Xiunuo left, Hansen finally couldn't hold it in anymore and asked, "We have known each other for more than ten years. When did the Bazel family have an Eastern behind-the-scenes boss?"

Dak had a smile on his face, but it suddenly sank after hearing these words.

The previous respect disappeared in an instant, replaced by a chill: "Oh? Hansen, the boss never said he was an Oriental, right?"

Hansen thought to himself, "Oh no!"

I was so confused by these two guys just now that I couldn't even think clearly when I spoke.

But Hansen also knew that he couldn't be timid at this time. He said calmly: "Because I have seen him."

"Oh?" Dak's vigilant eyes remained the same: "When?" "Remember Jim? Our current chief of LAPD."

"What's up with him?"

"He was investigating Jonas before," Dak said casually. "In the end, Jim didn't even walk into Jonas's house. He was scared away by an Asian who kept talking about the Third Amendment. He said if he had left a little later, he would have been accused of racial discrimination."

"Originally, the matter should have ended there, but Jonas complained about Jim. As you know, Jim is an old friend of mine, so I paid attention to this matter. It was at that time that I saw the photo of your boss."

Dak laughed instantly: "I see."

Hansen immediately took the initiative: "So, Dake, you're really not going to tell me who your boss is?"

"I'm sorry, Hansen." Dak shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to say it, but I don't know how to say it. You just need to know that as long as the boss is here, it won't be a problem for Bazel to become the richest man in America."

"So Hansen, do you want to get enough wealth to squander for hundreds of years just by relying on dividends in the future, or do you want to continue asking me who the boss is now?"

Hansen's expression changed slightly. He hesitated for a moment and then asked, "You just mentioned Shidak. I didn't hear it clearly."

"I mean," Dak repeated.

As a result, he saw a puzzled look on Hansen's chubby face: "Have I asked this question? Dak, I'm old, you know, I can't remember many things inexplicably.

Hearing this, Duck laughed out loud. "I like your honesty, Hansen! Let's go have a drink."

At the dinner table, Hansen asked the question in his mind: "There is something I think I need to tell Dak. After all, this is related to whether my future salary will be delayed. Do you really think it is reliable to find those wandering veterans?"

"Reliable? What are you thinking Hansen, I think this is the worst decision."

Hansen was dumbfounded: "You also think it's unreliable, why didn't you say it just now?"

"Because he is the boss, I just need to follow his orders."

"But this is a complete waste of money. If it were just a waste of money, it would be fine. Do you know how much trouble it would be if those people caused some trouble?"

Dak thought about it, then said, "As long as the company is willing to pay, it's a personal matter, right?"

"Don't you think this is a losing business?"

"feel."

"So you still support it?"

"Do I need to say it a third time, Hansen? He's the boss. He is."

Seeing that Dak was not joking at all, Hansen felt a little desperate.

He picked up the wine glass and said, "Forget it. If you are willing to pay, why should I, a paid person, worry about assholes like you? You'd better prepare enough money! That way, my share can be high."

"Don't be so pessimistic Hansen." Dak said with a smile: "What if you make money?"

"Make money?" Hansen shook his head. "Honestly, Dake, if we really do what the boss says, there is only one way for this security company to make money."

"what?"

"Crowdfunding," Hansen said. "Don't think of yourself as a company. Instead, turn yourself into a non-profit organization that cares for homeless veterans. This will not only bring tax relief to the Barzel family, but you can also appeal to people to donate in the name of caring for veterans. This is the only way I can think of to make money."

Dak's eyes lit up. "It was right to ask you to come here, Hansen. You proposed a brand new idea."

The corners of Hansen's mouth twitched several times, but his excitement didn't seem to be acted.

So, deep down you also think that there is no money to be made in this business, right?

In the end, Hansen did not discuss with Dak what this so-called security company actually did.

Because he knew that this matter actually had nothing to do with what he thought.

So not long after that, Hansen said goodbye and left.

It wasn't until Hansen left that Duck took out his cell phone.

"Joe, let me ask you something. You went to the LAPD to complain about Jim before, right? Well, I see. Does Hansen know about this? It's nothing serious, it's just that Hansen seems to know the boss. We should help the boss solve some problems, right?"

(End of this chapter)