Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

"Uncle Chang, they're all gone, aren't they?"

Uncle Chang said, "Young Master, what did you say?"

Zhang Zongshuang hadn't seen his classmate at school recently, so he asked about it. Young people can't always keep their feelings to themselves.

"Young Master, you should study abroad for a while."

Zhang Zongshuang was surprised that Uncle Chang would actually send him to study abroad. Why?

Back home, Zhang San said, "You rascal, Hong Kong isn't suitable for you anymore. It's good to go overseas and see the world." He then said to Chai Xiaofen, "I never expected Shuangzai to want to study in North America. What a good kid, hahaha..."

Zhang Zongshuang himself didn't say that, so how could this be?

Three days later, Zhang Zongshuang discovered that he wasn't a Hong Konger at all, but an American citizen. He was already on his way to the airport, holding his identification documents, looking utterly bewildered.

Meanwhile, Officer Xu received a call informing him that they were going to the airport to receive some wanted criminals being extradited from overseas.

"The motorcade ahead is quite impressive; which important person is traveling with them?"

"Don't even think about it. If we try to get rich by playing the iron plate, the ICAC will come after us."

They were traveling in a Quentin Police custom vehicle, capable of withstanding a dump truck impact with only a minor dent.

Because there were many cars ahead, their police cars could pass through the fast lane. Officer Xu's car overtook the convoy in front of him. He circled around, perhaps out of curiosity, wanting to know which important person was in the convoy.

Hmm? I didn't see him. The side windows are one-way, so you can't see inside. But when he was overtaking the convoy, he saw a young man sitting in the back from the front. He looked familiar. Where have I seen him before?

His companions saw that he had suddenly fallen into deep thought, but they did not disturb him, and the carriage fell silent.

Soon, their car arrived at its destination, Hong Kong International Airport, where they picked up the two suspects. Halfway there, as they crossed the Tsing Yi Bridge...

"I remember now!"

His shout startled the other officers.

"Dude, this is terrifying! What are you thinking of, the lottery or horse racing?"

"He must have remembered he didn't brush his teeth this morning, haha..."

"Old Xu, what's wrong with you today?"

He probably felt a little embarrassed and immediately said, "I remembered a missing person case, but now... looking at the traffic, I know there's no chance."

His companion said, "Boss, you mean the disappearance of Four-Eyes, Da-Qiang, and those three girls?"

"right."

"Hey bro, what clue did you find?"

Officer Xu said, "Do you remember that boy?"

His partner, of course, remembered, and immediately said, "Yes, I know, but he didn't have any problems coming."

"No, he's suspicious, and very suspiciously. He might not have done it himself, but it's definitely related to him." Officer Xu looked out the window and said, "The person we just saw was him; he was in the car."

"What? In that car?"

"That convoy just now, a luxury convoy."

"Then let's go back..."

Officer Xu shook his head and said, "Ordinary people are like people waiting for planes, while rich people are like planes waiting for them, so there's no chance for them."

"That's true, a private jet... it's useless. Even if we contacted him, the questions he answered at the time showed that he had no problems."

Officer Xu already had the answer in his heart: Daqiang and that four-eyed guy were probably trying to trick the other party, but the other party saw through them and left first. But how could a rich family's son be left unprotected?

More than a decade ago, when wealthy people were kidnapped, which one of them didn't have bodyguards protecting them afterward? And they rarely went out, precisely because they were afraid of being kidnapped again. Given the size of the convoy just now, he wouldn't believe there weren't bodyguards secretly following them.

It must be those same few people; once they were discovered, they would naturally disappear mysteriously.

"...That's how it is, young master. Those people are all bad guys who wanted to harm you. I only did my best to minimize the danger."

If it were the Zhang Zongshuang of the past, he might have thought Uncle Chang was cruel, but now, he doesn't feel anything. If he wants to harm him, he might as well strike first and suffer the consequences if he strikes later.

"Young Master, don't overthink it. This has nothing to do with you; it was all done by the people below."

Seeing that Zhang Zongshuang did not speak, Uncle Chang began to explain, afraid that it would leave a psychological shadow on the young Zhang Zongshuang. However, he might have misunderstood.

"Uncle Chang, you did a great job. Bad guys won't die even if they're sent in, that's for the best." He continued, "Uncle Chang, I'm going to take a nap."

Seeing that the young master had gone to the bedroom, he gestured for the flight attendant to follow. Of course, he didn't want her to do anything, but rather to keep an eye on the young master and prevent him from getting into trouble. Of course, if something happened to him, he could do something strange.

Uncle Chang reported the matter to Zhang San via satellite network.

"It's alright, young man. You'll grow up after experiencing more things," Zhang San replied simply.

He Meitian also came over at this time and was catching up with Chai Xiaofen, talking about some things from back then. Both of them were taken care of by Zhang San, so they naturally had a lot in common.

Then the conversation turned to Zhang San, a guy they rarely saw, which made them resentful.

"How many days are you staying this time?"

"They might not be leaving for a long time." Zhang San was looking at some news on his computer, including some news about the subprime mortgage crisis.

Recently, the North American stock market, especially those of investment banks and banks, has suffered a severe decline. This situation was exactly what Zhang San had predicted. Moreover, with the downturn in the real estate market, financial institutions will all run into problems.

In the second half of this year, the subprime mortgage crisis swept through North American financial markets like a storm and spread globally.

A tense atmosphere permeated the offices of banks and financial institutions. Staff busily processed massive amounts of documents and data, attempting to unravel the chaos of the subprime market. Investors anxiously stared at their computer screens, watching their portfolios shrink dramatically.

The real estate market was in a slump, with home sales plummeting and prices crashing. Many people found themselves in dire straits, realizing that the homes they had purchased were worth far less than the loans they owed.

On the streets and alleys, people were talking amongst themselves, filled with anxiety about the future. Unemployment was rising, businesses were closing down one after another, and the economy was in recession.

The whole society was shrouded in gloom, and people's confidence was severely damaged.

Many people in North America have begun calling for a salvation policy.