My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Fang Li looked at Li Fu, but did not respond immediately. Instead, he waited a few seconds, as if to confirm whether the other party had really made up his mind, before picking up his teacup, taking a sip, and nodding.

"Mr. Li, your decisiveness is much faster than I expected."

"Because I have no reason not to agree," Li Fu replied directly. "This is a human life, my brother's own sister."

"Isn't he just your assistant?" Fang Li was somewhat surprised by Li Fu's answer.

As far as he knew, Thompson was just Li Fu's assistant.

He could understand the huge commotion they caused in Tennessee back then as a way to give the young Forrest family members, Cole and Lucy, political achievements and cultivate their popularity.

This is something that powerful families and clans have often done throughout history. American political and business families are far less adept at this. At most, they can only create a persona, shout slogans, make empty promises, and engage in some political posturing.

So-called charity is sometimes more like money laundering, lacking any long-term vision.

Li Fu's series of actions in Tennessee were clearly aimed at gaining genuine public support and long-term strategic planning.

Therefore, Fang Li did not believe it was for Thompson's sake.

However, Li Fu agreed so readily now, spending millions for an assistant without even blinking an eye. This seems like true loyalty and righteousness!

"He is my assistant, but more than just an assistant," Li Fu said without further explanation.

Fang Li nodded slightly. This wasn't brotherhood; this was raising assassins!

He believed that after this incident, Thompson would be willing to go through fire and water for the young man before him, even at the cost of his life.

He put down his teacup. "So, what are your plans going forward? What are the specific handover details?"

He needed to convey these words to Chen Long.

After thinking for a while, Li Fu quickly made a decision: "I will arrange for someone to pick her up. He will not be involved in the money; he will only be responsible for waiting for the girl at the agreed location, confirming that it is her, and then taking her away."

"What about the money?" Fang Li asked.

"Regarding the money, I'll have someone send it over as Chen Long requested," Li Fu said, unafraid that the other party would embezzle his money.

With the vice president of the Chinatown Chamber of Commerce and a director of the Zhi Gong Party acting as intermediaries, Chen Long should be trustworthy. Even if the other party cheats, he will make sure they suffer the consequences.

He was far more professional at killing than any hitman on the market.

Fang Li didn't press for details; he was an old hand and knew that the less he asked, the better.

He took a folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his suit, pushed it over, and folded it once so that the edges were neat and there were no words on it.

"This is Chen Long's contact information, but it's not a phone number, just an address. After you've arranged your people, you can choose to complete the final transaction there."

Li Fu took the note and put it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

"You can rest assured about Chen Long's matter; I can vouch for him," Fang Li promised. "He has no status or ties here, but he still has relatives back in his hometown in Fujian. After he takes the money, he will return to China to start over and will never come back."

Li Fu nodded slightly. This was the least important part; whether Chen Long returned to China or not wouldn't affect him much.

When he came out of Lumingchun, the afternoon sun in Flushing was still shining brightly. He stood at the door, looking at the bustling crowds on the street.

Among these people were elderly people pushing shopping carts, housewives holding children's hands, and young people hurrying by with takeout bags...

These people have no idea that a ransom deal for a missing girl has just been finalized at a tea shop at the end of this street.

Even in New York, girls go missing every day, and people die on the streets every day.

But it seems like nobody cares.

Li Fu opened the car door and got into the back seat. Thompson had been waiting for a while. "Mr. Li, shall we go back to the hotel?"

"No, go to the office," Li Fu leaned back in his chair, paused for a moment, "Thompson... I have something to tell you when we get back."

Thompson had no idea that this was related to his sister, and he had already given up hope.

The family has also given up hope.

The two returned to their temporary office in Trump Tower. Li Fu took off his coat and hung it on the back of his chair, then walked to the window and stood there for a while.

The view here is excellent, overlooking the entire Central Park.

"Mr. Li, what can I do for you?"

Thompson walked in, closed the door, and stood in front of the desk.

Li Fu turned around, leaned against the windowsill, and carefully chose his words, "Thompson... there's news about your sister."

Thompson nearly suffered a cardiac arrest, his hands clenched so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

"Don't worry, Odovia is still alive," Li Fu patted him on the shoulder, reassuring him.

Thompson's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but he was too excited to find the right words.

"Two years ago, she was sent from Tennessee to New York. The person who took her in didn't hand her over, but detained her. She's in New York now, unharmed and unharmed," Li Fu briefly recounted how Chen Long had detained Odovia.

Thompson was agitated. "Can you save her?"

"Okay, I just need to make some arrangements now," Li Funeng understood Thompson's feelings. "The other party wants one million. Once the money is in place, he will send the person over. I have already agreed."

Thompson's eyes were slightly red, but he didn't let the tears fall. He expressed his gratitude in a hoarse voice, as if squeezed from the deepest part of his throat, "Mr. Li..."

However, he could only utter a single cry before choking up and unable to speak.

"Calm down first," Li Fu patted his shoulder again. "One million is nothing to me. What we should do now is bring your sister back as soon as possible."

Thompson lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and stood motionless for nearly three minutes, as if using all his strength to steady himself.

"You need to go to pick up your sister in person. I will tell you the specific time and place in advance. After you see her and confirm that it is her, bring her back. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Thompson is the most suitable person to handle this matter.

Now, two years have passed, and Odovia has grown two more years older. European and American girls often mature early, and even when others bring photos, they may not be able to confirm that it is her.

Thompson composed himself and went downstairs to prepare.

Li Fu stood alone in the office for a while, then walked behind his desk, took out the folded note from his inner pocket, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

There was only one address on it, in Chinatown, at a corner he knew.

Outside the window, dusk was slowly creeping into Manhattan, turning the entire city into a sea of ​​dark gold, making the metropolis at dusk a magnificent sight.

He planned to deliver the money in person and, incidentally, see what the legendary Chinese gangsters were all about.