Wall Street bigwigs!

Compared to these established, domesticated gang families, Green was more afraid of new gangs that had just come from out of state.

Because the new gang is still in its development stage, these people don't know their own strength when they attack.

In contrast, the old-school gang families that are kept in captivity prefer money because they have masters, and they dare not bite people without the orders of their lords who are holding their leashes.

Gangs are gangs after all; in any country with normal order, they are people who cannot be brought to the table.

Green's current public identity is that of a rising Wall Street investor who has been featured in Barron's.

The New York Times reprinted his match against Harry Thorne.

He's a celebrity now, so why would a gang want to use underhanded methods against him? They wouldn't dare.

With that thought, Green relaxed and looked calmly at Japari Barnes.

"Hello Mr. Barnes, let me introduce myself again. I am Green Walker, the owner of R&F Financial Holdings. It's an honor to meet you."

As he spoke, Green raised his glass and clinked it with Japari Barnes.

Japari Barnes was slightly surprised, but quickly recovered and raised his glass.

"I like you, Green. This old guy should get to know more young people like you so that I can keep a youthful mindset."

"Come visit me more often when you have some free time, have a drink with this old man. I may lack many things, but I certainly don't lack good wine and cigars. Do you like those?"

Green nodded and said, "Of course, I like good wine and good cigarettes."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became much more relaxed. Japari Barnes was very talkative and also very knowledgeable.

Green finally understood why Richard had used the word "wise" when introducing him; Richard was a learned old fox.

Richard, sitting to the side, sipped his whiskey and marveled at the sight.

Hopefully, Green can understand him, or at least be a friend on the surface.

"I've heard Richard mention you. I don't know much about finance, but I know that professional matters should be handled by professionals. Would you be willing to work for me?"

Japari Barnes downed the drink in his glass in one gulp.

Richard immediately looked at Green, afraid that he might say something unpleasant.

Green paused for a moment, then took out his wallet, pulled out two twenty-dollar bills, placed them on the table, and asked.

"Mr. Barnes, which of these two bills do you think is noble and which is base?"

Japari Barnes fell silent for a moment.

If the circumstances hadn't been so unfortunate, Richard would have given Green a huge thumbs up; that answer was absolutely brilliant.

Japari Barnes understood the deeper meaning in Green's words; it was clear that his plan had failed.

Green didn't buy into that at all. He didn't care about gangs or anything like that; he liked any money that had been approved by the IRS.

Japarry Barnes wanted Green's Raptors Financial to launder money for him, money that did not belong to the Gambino family.

If it's family money, or money from the person behind the Gambino family, there's no need for Green to launder it. First, he doesn't trust him, and second, they have their own channels.

"Then let's talk about financial management, it's all clean money."

Japarry Barnes poured two more glasses of wine and handed one to Green.

"Of course, it is an honor for Ruifeng to serve such a wise and wealthy elder as you."

At this point, Green glanced at Richard, and seeing the other man nod subtly, he continued.

"Generally speaking, fund companies offer a 2% management fee plus a 20% commission on profits."

But since you are Richard's elder, I will take the liberty of reducing the management fee to 1.5% and the profit sharing to 18%.

As you know, this fee is relatively low; you could even say I'm not making any money off you.

Upon hearing this, Japari Barnes turned to look at Richard.

Seeing this, Richard nodded slightly, indicating that the management fee Green mentioned was roughly like this.

As for the idea of ​​receiving a percentage of fund profits, just take it with a grain of salt; there are too many hidden complexities involved.

Japari Barnes smiled again as he spoke.

"Alright then, when is it convenient for me to come to your company to sign the contract?"

Green smiled.

"Tomorrow, I'll be at the company tomorrow morning, and I'll personally greet you then."

More than an hour later, Richard personally escorted Green out of the Black Jazz Bar.

"Do you need me to arrange for someone to take you home?"

Richard's voice was somewhat dejected; he had been stripped naked today.

"This little bit of alcohol is fine. But how about you?"

Green asked with concern, but he didn't care at all about Richard calling him to meet with Japarry Barnes.

We are all adults who have been through the harsh realities of society and know that many things are beyond our control.

Japarry Barnes asked Richard to bring Green over. Would Richard dare to refuse?

Moreover, Richard had already hinted downstairs at the bar that as long as Green didn't lose his temper, he could get Green out safely.

Richard has done his best to achieve this level.

So when Richard heard Green's concerned tone, a glimmer of light returned to his eyes.

"Fortunately, I was already prepared to lose my job and go to jail."

Don't worry, Barnes' money is definitely clean.

As an old member of a long-established Mafia family council, they have a large sum of money, but not much of it can be spent openly and honestly.

Last time, he used illicit funds to find investors, but the guy who managed his wealth swindled him out of a large sum and ran off to Thailand.

Therefore, he is now hesitant to seek investment opportunities from just anyone.

Richard's implication was that there was nothing wrong with the money Japari Barnes invested in R&F Fund.

However, Green wasn't entirely at ease, and he would have Vera keep an eye on Japari Barnes' account.

If the account is in the United States, then you can rest assured; if it's an overseas account, then you'll have to find a way to notify the IRS.

Green patted Richard's arm to comfort him.

"At least the result is good, right? You introduced me to a big client."

Cheer up, you have a $100,000 commission that you can take out of my pocket.

Don't overthink it, just live your life. If you can't sleep tonight, use this money to call some girls from Eastern Europe.

After saying that, Green walked towards the Lincoln Continental in the parking space without looking back.

Richard watched Green's retreating figure and gave a wry smile.

Green drove aimlessly for a while, then suddenly remembered something and turned the steering wheel toward the Brooklyn Bridge.

As the bridge drew closer, Green hesitated.

Green then made up his mind to go and see, after all, the original owner valued his brotherhood with Kevin very much, and sometimes this subconscious feeling would affect him in the present.

Going to see it would at least put the original owner's mind at ease.

Green saw a police car with NYPD markings on it parked on the side of the road with its lights off, waiting for its prey to come to them.

Green didn't think much of it and stopped directly behind the police car.

His action startled the two police officers inside the police car.

The officer in the passenger seat touched his holster with one hand and grabbed the communicator to call the patrol center.