The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 82 Legacy
Um? Li Ang was a little confused, tilted his head and asked, "Are you qualified to negotiate terms with me?" "

Constantine's elated expression didn't stop, and he said with a dry smile: "I thought it was a cooperative relationship."

"Don't think too much about yourself," Li Ang stood outside the magic circle, shaking a forefinger flickering with thunder and lightning back and forth, "Since I can provide you with a chance to regain consciousness, you can naturally plunder it away. For me For me, the knowledge of Western mysticism is certainly important, but you are not the only one who can provide it.”

You must know that the old demon Rebecca is buried in another soul stone, and she has definitely mastered a lot more mysticism than Constantine.

"I'm just joking, it's just a joke." Constantine immediately gave up his firm position just now, and said with a smile: "Just do as you say."

The situation is stronger than people, as long as there is life, there is hope.

Li Ang nodded, took out Rebecca's soul stone, and after finding out the spirit body, he did the same, ordering him to write down the books and theories of mysticism he knew.

These two are now remnants of ghosts who have no shelter, surrounded by engraved magic circles, cutting off the perception of the spirit body, unable to see and hear everything outside the magic circle, so there is no need to worry about being in the basement What's going on.

It may take a long time to transcribe the occult classics. While waiting, Li Ang received a call from Robert Cullen, a personal financial consultant.

"Hey Robert, what's the matter?"

"Good evening, Boss." Robert's voice was obviously no longer down-and-out and pitiful, but full of confidence. "I called to ask about the expansion of the store."

"Expansion?" Li Ang frowned, "I think these stores are enough."

Several car washes, laundromats, gold stores, gas stations, and small supermarkets are added together. These cash flows can clean up Li Ang's huge fortune of hundreds of thousands of dollars every month. If he wants, he can find a newspaper at any time , Hanging the title of "Outstanding Young Entrepreneur" on his own head.

"...If you are content with the status quo, these shops are indeed enough." Robert coughed and said cautiously: "However, boss, you probably have heard the rumors circulating in Gotham City."

Li Ang immediately reacted, and said softly: "You mean those gangsters who are distracted?"

"That's right." Robert said earnestly: "You also know that Gotham is a city full of chaos and disorder, and gangsters are an integral part of life in Gotham.

In the past few days, that Mr. Coppert stayed behind closed doors. Other gangsters have changed their minds, and some gangster groups have even started to sell their properties. If they make acquisitions at this time, they can take over the sold inheritance at the lowest cost. "

Li Ang frowned and said: "It's unlikely, after all, I only have so much property on the surface, and there must be a sequence of steps for Snake Tunxiang."

"You don't know, Boss." Robert sounded like a weasel about to steal a chicken, full of excitement, "Cash, cash is always the most important thing, especially in this kind of gangster who is helping to transfer property." , when all policies in Gotham are tightened."

Li Ang said heartily: "What do you want to do?"

"Continue to expand and swallow those abandoned small pieces of cake." Robert said eagerly: "The gang owns not only breweries, steel plants, and high-end restaurants, but also many small and medium-sized shops in the midtown and lower towns. .

For example, small restaurants, hardware stores, bars, nightclubs, and car repair shops. In the eyes of big shots, these shops are of course small profits that can be discarded, but the success lies in the accumulation of small things. "

"Ha, Robert, you seem to be really scared of being tricked by a personal consultant who was born as a financial planner and is so keen on business." Li Ang said with a smile, "If that's the case, you should do it boldly."

"Thank you very much for your trust, Mr. Li Ang." Robert let out a long sigh of relief. As long as the patron nods, everything will be fine.

Immediately he remembered something, changed the subject, and asked cautiously: "But boss, I have to make a decision before buying."

He said he had a bottom line, but he actually wanted to ask how much money Li Ang had left in his pocket. Otherwise, once the capital chain was broken, there might be a risk of a complete collapse.

"Well, there are about 500 million US dollars in cash." Li Ang said casually: "If you can buy a few more gold shops, the speed of cleaning gold can be faster."

Robert hesitated when he heard the words, he naturally understood how huge wealth and how terrible dangers were hidden under these calm words.

The accumulation of wealth takes time, and how did an ordinary Chinese immigrant teenager with no background accumulate tens of millions of dollars in cash in less than half a year!

This is not a TV show like "Getting Rich". Whenever Robert Cullen thinks about it, the more he feels trembling, as if the footsteps of those death-like police officers from the IRS have come to him, the next second He will put himself back in prison on the grounds of "money laundering".

But, who cares!
Robert has seen it through, he would rather die with a luxury car and villa than spend the rest of his life in poverty!

Since being introduced to Mr. Leon by his good friend Jimmy, Robert Cullen, a down-and-out middle-class greasy man, has ushered in the second spring of his career again.
The weekly salary of three thousand to nearly four thousand dollars is just a small head, and the real money comes from the dividends brought to him by the stores he bought for Li Ang.

In just one and a half months, Robert had enough money to buy himself a villa in a mid-to-high-end community with a loan, and even drove a brand new Mercedes-Benz E-Benz in bright silver under the astonished eyes of his ex-wife and her handsome husband. At the door of her house, she exercised her visitation rights to her daughter openly and aboveboard.

Whenever he thinks of that scene, Robert feels that it is the most elated moment in the past few years.

Money can make ghosts turn the clock, the green Franklin can also obliterate the professional ethics of the dedicated and dedicated, the ambition of the high-spirited, and the fear of the regulatory authorities of the timid.

Give it a go, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, win the young model in the club, lose and go to work in the sea.

After figuring this out, Robert Cullen didn't hesitate any longer. He licked his dry and chapped lips and said, "If this is the case, then we should be able to eat food in the next month to half a year. A small half-legacy of Lower Gotham City's gangsters.

A trace or two of these gangster giants is enough for us to make money and get soft. "

"Anyway, just don't disappoint me." Li Ang walked out of the gate of the manor, got on his bicycle, and drove towards the center of Gotham.

(End of this chapter)