Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Chenlong and his three companions casually found a place to sit down and waited quietly. Carleon from the Fandi family also came with them.

People around them began to cautiously observe Chen Long and his companions. They never expected that the leader of Hydra would be an Asian.

Then the sound of footsteps came again.

As Andrei and Chen An entered the meeting room, they attracted the attention of a few people, but not nearly as much as Chen Long and the others.

"Andre, Andre, come this way." A foreman at the San Pedro dock waved and invited him from a distance.

"Ann, let's go over there," Andrei said, and started walking in that direction.

Chen An glanced at Chen Long and followed Andrei to the area where the foreman of San Pedro was located.

"An! Long time no see." A foreman smiled and nodded at Chen An, his previous discriminatory attitude gone. He knew that with the workers Chen An had sent, their efficiency had increased several times over, allowing them to make money.

Calling him a cash cow wouldn't be an exaggeration, so why would he give the other party a hard time?

"Hello everyone." Chen An greeted each of them and shook hands with them.

This scene puzzled the foremen at the surrounding docks.

What kind of magic does this Asian man possess that makes these foremen at the San Pedro docks so enthusiastic? This is completely unlike their usual behavior!

Isn't he the one who always hates Asians the most?

Andrei and Chen An sat together in a chair. A foreman leaned close to his ear and whispered, "An, do you see the Asian man in the first row to the right of the head of the table? That's the boss of Hydra."

"He's Asian, just like you. Do you know each other?"

Chen An's heart skipped a beat, but he shook his head calmly. "I don't know him, but he's just as handsome as me. I'd really like to get to know him."

"It's such a pity that we don't know them." Andrei looked regretful after hearing this. "You know, they have the management rights of the Darrol and Lovina docks and can deal with those bosses. If we knew them, there would be unimaginable benefits."

"After all, the dockworkers' union manages the workers, while those with management authority are responsible for managing the bosses and handling business. The union and these management personnel often have conflicts, but they have no choice but to cooperate and sign corresponding contracts."

Chen An listened quietly and understood what was going on. It seemed that it would be difficult for Chen Long to get satisfactory cooperation from the dockworkers' union.

Soon, almost everyone in the meeting room had arrived.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the meeting room.

Chen An looked over curiously and saw a dozen or so white and black men and women in suits walking over.

Leading the way was an elderly white man with white hair and a wrinkled face, leaning on a cane, but his eyes did not have the cloudiness that one would expect from someone of old age.

He exuded the aura of someone in a superior position.

"Ann, the person at the front is Peter Phil, the president of the Los Angeles Dockyard Workers Union. Behind him are the heads of various docks. As for the vice president position, it's still vacant."

After listening, Chen An asked, "What about the previous vice president?"

"He's dead. We don't know who did it. There's still no result. That's why the next vice president hasn't been decided yet."

"Some say it was someone from within the union who did it, but nobody knows who."

Soon, Peter Phil and the others stopped in front of Chen Long. He smiled and extended his hand, "Kalion, Mr. Chen Long, hello."

Carleon smiled faintly, "Hello, Mr. Phil."

"Hello." Chen Long reached out and shook hands with the other person, said two words briefly, and then didn't say anything more.

The group exchanged greetings.

Peter Phil also took his seat at the head of the table. As the president of the dockworkers' union and the initiator of this meeting, his arrival signified the official start of the meeting. The others returned to their seats.

Those who were actually involved in the conversation were mainly Peter Phil, the heads of the various docks, and Chen Long; the others were there simply to vote on the decision.

"Mr. Phil, as you probably already know, the Kerry family was inexplicably wiped out, and their businesses have now been taken over by our Fandi family."

"The management rights of the Darrol and Lovina terminals now belong to Mr. Chen Long, and he will first renegotiate the contract with you."

Carleon started the conversation.

Peter Phil nodded. "The contract needs to be renegotiated."

"That would be best. Just like before, Chen Long and his team will be in charge of negotiating cooperation with major shipping companies and then give you the orders. Chen Long and his team will take 50% of the profits, and you can divide the rest among yourselves."

Hearing this, Chen An thought to himself, "Good heavens, I never expected that the money in their foreman's hands would be deducted from layer by layer like this, and he didn't even get half of it."

It's over ten thousand US dollars in just one day. I can't imagine how much more it would be if Chenlong got half of that.

Moreover, he was only able to earn tens of thousands by virtue of his numerical advantage, while Chenlong only needs a few people to manage it, which shows how much more profitable it is.

These people are easy to find, costing only four to six thousand dollars.

"I think we need to think about it further," Peter Phil said.

Carleon frowned. "Mr. Phil, what do you mean by that? The contract is fine as it is, the same as before. Do you want more than half?"

Kieran, the manager of Darrol Wharf, said, "You can't say that. We were cooperating with the Kree family before, but now we're cooperating with you, so the contract has to be different."

"Yes, we've never even heard of Hydra. We think it's unreliable, so the contract can't be the same as before," the person in charge of the Lovina docks chimed in.

The managers of the two docks had no liking for Chenlong and were naturally very unfriendly to him.

"Then there's nothing to talk about. If we don't cooperate, neither of our docks will get any business. I'm making this clear!" Chen Long said coldly.

As soon as Chenlong spoke, everyone's expression changed.

I never expected this Asian man to be so tough, refusing to back down at all.

Kaleon also felt that things were a bit tricky. Chenlong was not a good-tempered person, and if they couldn't reach an agreement, he might really do something.

I should have sent Carter Fandy.

"Mr. Chen Long, don't be angry," Peter Phil said, trying to calm him down. Then he looked around and said, "We can ask these workers for their opinions."

"Raise your hand if you agree to discuss cooperation."

The foremen at the Dalor and Lovina docks raised their hands in unison, and a few others at other docks also raised their hands, but most remained on the sidelines or abstained.

"Those who agree to continue the previous cooperation, please raise your hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more dock foremen raised their hands. These two docks were clearly under the control of the Fandi family, so they naturally understood what Carleon meant.

The number of people in both groups is roughly the same.

Seeing this, Chen An said, "Raise your hands. Whoever raises their hand will get a share if there are more people. I've recently found some good people, so I guarantee there will be enough."

Upon hearing this, Andrei raised his hand without the slightest hesitation.

Upon hearing this, the other foremen hesitated. They usually abstained from such votes, but when they thought of Chen An's promise, they were tempted and eventually slowly raised their hands one by one.

Grayson, the manager of the San Pedro Pier sitting near Peter Phil, narrowed his eyes upon seeing this!

Why are these people raising their hands?!