Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Everyone present was shocked by the sudden scene.

Everyone wondered why the foreman at the San Pedro dock had suddenly raised his hand at this moment; it didn't seem to concern them.

The managers of Darrol and Lovina docks all looked at Grayson.

"Grayson, is this what you mean?"

Grayson shook his head. "It wasn't my idea. I don't know why they suddenly raised their hands."

"It wasn't your idea, but all the foremen at the dock raised their hands. What else could it be but prior notice!" Kieran complained.

The original plan was to use a vote to force Chenlong and his team to make concessions on the contract, but the situation at the San Pedro Pier caused the plan to spiral completely out of control.

"I said that's not what I meant!" Grayson responded again, his tone noticeably colder.

Peter Phil also frowned, his gaze fixed on Chen An in the distance. "Gray, who is that Asian guy?"

Upon hearing this, Grayson said, "President, that man is called Mark Ann. He has a partnership with our San Pedro Wharf. The reason why the wharf's profits have increased by 20% recently is all thanks to him."

"I have good relationships with many foremen."

Phil said calmly, "I just saw that it was he who spoke up, and that's why the foremen raised their hands. It definitely wasn't Grayson's idea."

Upon hearing this, the heads of the two docks also looked at Chen An.

"How did he manage to get all the foremen to listen to him? Grayson, you're a disgrace to the company. You've gone so far that none of the foremen listen to you!" Kieran said, mocking him sarcastically.

"They can increase my share several times over, can you? Besides, we at San Pedro Wharf voted this time, is there a problem?" Grayson didn't give Kieran any face and laid his cards on the table.

The foreman present overheard their conversation.

Almost immediately, most people's eyes were on Chen An, wondering what he had done to warrant such protection from not only the foreman but also Grayson.

Some people questioned whether the claim of several times the profits was just boasting. They argued that the dock's profits had already stabilized, and doubling them would require even more manpower, making it a losing proposition.

"Mr. Phil, you see, the voting is over, and the results are obvious: more people are in favor of the previous partnership."

"Let's sign the contract as soon as possible and not waste time," Carleon said hastily, not expecting such a pleasant surprise.

After all, the decision was made by the other party through voting, and it would be really unfair to them to go back on their word.

The two dock managers wanted to say something after hearing this, but were stopped by Chairman Peter Phil.

He then smiled and looked at Chenlong, "Since there are more people who agree to continue the cooperation, let's continue according to the contract with the Kerry family."

"Everyone, does anyone have any objections?"

The foremen shook their heads. "No."

"Haha, it would have been so much better if we had done this sooner." Carleon said, and then had his lawyer step forward to draft the contract. After the two parties negotiated and signed the contract, it was all done in a short while.

Clearly familiar with the process, Chenlong officially became the manager of the Darrol and Lovina docks, owning half of the revenue from the two docks, with monthly settlements.

Seeing this, Chen An was overjoyed.

Fortunately, the contract was signed smoothly, and he gained another lucrative business, making his long-term cooperation with the Fan Di family worthwhile.

He received substantial benefits, starting with ten million US dollars, plus management rights and the smuggling business.

As for smuggling operations, we'll have to wait a while; it won't be able to start anytime soon.

"In that case, I won't bother you any longer. Contact me again if needed," Chenlong said calmly as he stood up.

"Okay." Peter Phil nodded with a smile. "The person in charge stays. Everyone else, go back to your respective docks and continue working."

After he finished speaking, all the foremen stood up and left the meeting room together.

"Andrei, let's go too," Chen An said.

Before long, they arrived at the union building and saw Chen Long leaning against the side of a Cadillac. When he saw Chen An come out, he led his men forward.

"Friend, thank you for raising your hand to help in the meeting. My name is Chen Long. Let's get acquainted."

Chen An said, "Mark Ann, we're all compatriots, we should help each other if we can."

Of course, all of this was done on purpose, in order to create an opportunity for him and Chenlong to get to know each other, and then have a reasonable reason to send the assassins to Darrol Wharf and Lovina Wharf.

His plan was to have his henchmen all over the docks of Los Angeles. When they had free time, they would work as usual, and when they didn't, they would transform into emotionless gunmen to take care of his troubles.

"That's kind of you. Here's my contact information. Let's keep in touch when we're free," Chenlong said.

"no problem."

The two then exchanged phone numbers, and Chenlong got into his car and drove away slowly.

"An, you're lucky. There are many benefits to befriending this Mr. Chen Long," Andrei said with a smile.

"Maybe so, let's go back too."

Chen An and his group soon sailed away from Darrol Wharf.

.........

at the same time.

Inside the meeting room, only the person in charge and the president, Peter Phil, remained.

"Grayson, what's the deal with that Asian guy?" one of the managers asked. "Don't you know the union doesn't want Asians?"

Grayson said, "He's not a dockworker, he's an intermediary."

Upon hearing this, Kieran questioned, "He's not a member of the guild, so why send him?!"

"They came whenever they wanted, and you didn't stop them. Besides, they didn't say anything," Grayson said.

"They haven't said anything yet? They've already had the foremen vote. If it weren't for him, our profits could very well have increased by 10%." Kieran got angry just thinking about it; it was so close.

"Alright, it's all over now, let's not bring it up again," Chairman Phil interrupted, then looked at Grayson.

"Grayson, what do you mean by saying that the dock's revenue has increased several times over thanks to this Asian man?"

Grayson replied, "Chairman, the other party is an intermediary. The people he recruits are all very strong, and each one of them can do the work of four or five people."

"It's also more efficient, directly increasing the speed many times over. It's normal for the foremen to listen to him. Even my salary this month has reached more than 100,000 US dollars."

Upon hearing this, all the officials present narrowed their eyes.

"One hundred thousand dollars! Grayson, you must be joking!" Kieran didn't believe it at first; their monthly salary was at most around thirty thousand dollars.

Grayson's is three times that of theirs!

"Is the worker this Asian man hired really that capable?" Peter Phil also looked shocked.

"Yes, Chairman, so you can't really blame those foremen for being disobedient. They've made a lot of money following An, and nobody turns down money."

"Now that you mention it, I'd really like to get to know this Mark Ann. I'd like to meet him sometime," Peter Phil said.

"No problem, Chairman. I think An will agree," Grayson said.

The other officials were still pondering Grayson's words, wondering whether they were true or false.

At this time.

After Chen An went to the San Pedro Pier, he drove home and checked his balance, finding that he had less than one million US dollars left.

He spent ten million to upgrade the system and another million to start a company, leaving him with almost no money left.

So he decided to just spend it all and do one last ultimate 10-pull lottery to see how lucky he was!

Then we'll continue making money.