The FBI Director who traveled through

The weekend passed quickly, and no matter how fragile Tolson was, he should still be there on the first day of reporting, otherwise there would inevitably be gossip.

"Dong dong dong", Tolson knocked on the door of the director's office three times, and then stood with both hands quietly waiting for the voice inside, but the voice of permission soon came from inside.

"Please come in."

Tolson pushed open the door and saw Edgar standing behind the table and stretched out a hand to him. When they held each other, Edgar said, "Hello, welcome to the Bureau of Investigation. I am the Director of the Bureau of Investigation. Edgar Hoover."

"Hello, I will be your assistant Clyde Tolson from now on." The two introduced each other as if they had never met before. This was an introduction as a working partner and had nothing to do with personal relationship.

Edgar nodded, picked up the document on the top of the table and handed it to Tolson: "The Investigation Bureau does not need useless people to sort out the information contained in this document, and then tell me what to do." Edgar didn't specially prepare materials. He believed that a truly talented person would be able to handle any materials. If Tolson couldn't do it, then he had to find something suitable for Tolson.

"I see, Mr. Hoover." Tolson took the information in his hand and went out without any hesitation in his footsteps. After spending so much time with him, he still knows Edgar's character, which is typical of what he said.

"On July [-]th, seven communications banks in California were robbed.

On August [-], five communication banks in Wyoming were robbed.

September [-]th,...

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On December [-], two communication banks in Washington were robbed. "

All of them are bank robberies and they are robberies across state lines, but no matter which state they are in, it is the communication bank that is robbed, but the strange thing is that every time they are robbed on Friday, but Friday is the day of the bank The funds stored are the least of the week, so the purpose of the person who robbed is very suspicious.

After reading a stack of documents, Tolson remembered that Communications Bank belonged to the Morgan Consortium. It was really strange that so many robberies directly confronted the Morgan Consortium.

At present, the Morgan consortium can't be said to be the strongest, but the Morgan consortium can be regarded as one of the best chaebols on Wall Street, and ordinary people don't have the courage to fight against it.

The strangest thing is that the Morgan consortium would allow the robbers to attack his communication bank again and again, and they succeeded repeatedly.

Putting down the information, Tolson began to look at this matter from the eyes of the superiors. If his bank was robbed, and they were robbed one after another, then the public would lose confidence in the bank. Under the instigation of people with good intentions, the vast majority of people who have saved money in communication banks will definitely rush to get their own money back.

Tolson believes that with the huge capital chain of the Morgan Consortium, there will be absolutely no problems, so in such a matter that is not good for the Morgan Consortium, what kind of position they take is the most difficult thing for Tolson to figure out. , he believes that as long as this point is figured out, then everything can be solved.

The door of the director's office opened and closed. After a while, Edgar stood in front of Tolson, looking at a large stack of closed documents and Tolson who was thinking deeply. Edgar nodded with a smile. Head, although I don't know what Tolson's ability is, but at least the speed of reading the information is quite fast.

"Mr. Hoover." Tolson's sensitivity was very high, and he immediately reacted when he felt a strange aura around him, and stood up quickly but not impatiently.

Edgar nodded and asked, "Do you want to have dinner together?"

Have a meal?Tolson looked down at the watch in his hand. It turned out that it was already 11:30. He thought it wasn't too long, but since Edgar had spoken and he had no acquaintances here, he followed the trend. I agreed.

Standing at the door of the restaurant, Tolson felt a sense of surprise that this restaurant turned out to be a Chinese restaurant, but since it was proposed by Edgar, Tolson would not object, and besides the unpleasant reaction that night, everything else Not bad, at least the restaurant won't let him eat cold dishes.

"Eddie, what do you want to eat today?" The boss is a Chinese. He usually talks to people who come to eat in English, but he talks to Edgar in Chinese.

"Uncle Wang, bring me a hot pot. By the way, Do you like spicy food, Tolson?" The first half of the sentence is in Chinese, and the second half is in English.

Tolson couldn't understand what the two of them were talking about. When he heard Edgar's question, he immediately reacted and said, "A little bit is fine, but not too spicy."

Edgar sighed, it seems that it is very important to ask before ordering, and said to the boss: "Uncle Wang, let's have a mandarin duck pot, my friend doesn't know how to eat spicy food."

Yuanyang Hot Pot refers to a hot pot that is half spicy and half non-spicy. Edgar thinks it is better to have non-spicy ones, because the owner of this restaurant is from Sichuan.

"Okay, then wait a moment, and I'll be up soon." Originally, it was impossible for an ordinary guest boss to entertain in person, but Edgar, as a foreign boss who can speak Chinese and speak it very well, felt that it was him The service was good, and the two of them became acquainted with each other after coming and going.

After sitting down, Tolson still felt very surprised. When he saw Edgar skillfully took out two pairs of chopsticks from the box on the table, and put one pair of chopsticks in front of Tolson, Tolson asked. : "You can speak Chinese? And it seems to be pretty good."

Tolson didn't know what was good at all, but he just thought it was because Edgar had a smooth communication with the Chinese.

"Is it strange to be able to speak Chinese?" Edgar felt that it would be strange if he could not speak Chinese. In his previous life, as a Chinese, he could not even speak his own mother tongue, so he might be regarded as a different kind. Edgar has always been determined Chinese is his mother tongue, and English is just for the convenience of communication.

"Of course it's strange," Tolson suddenly felt powerless, "Don't you think Chinese is difficult to learn? I don't know how the Chinese invented it, but they can make horizontal and vertical lines. There are so many changes, and their names still come first, so it’s hard to learn!”

Tolson's reaction was the same as that of a Chinese who had just come into contact with English. Looking at those English letters, he felt a headache, but 26 letters were so troublesome, but Edgar didn't have this kind of trouble.

"As long as you learn it, you will be able to learn it, and I started learning Chinese at a very young age. Now I am used to that kind of thing. I think if you go to learn it, you may be able to learn it soon." Edgar is indeed a very elementary Chinese , but not this life, but the previous life.

"Forget it, I still don't want to learn it anymore. I'm not used to that kind of thing. I'm not saying I haven't tried it before, but I didn't succeed." Tolson shook his head. If it wasn't absolutely necessary, he would never learn Chinese. But in the future he still had to compromise.

"Come on, Wang's Mandarin Duck Hot Pot." Boss Wang's voice sounded from outside the curtain. The hot pot at this time is still very different from that of later generations, but it is much more authentic.

Edgar often eats here, why not support this restaurant while satisfying his appetite?

"Thank you, Uncle Wang, then go get busy, I can do it myself." Edgar is very proficient in these things, so naturally he doesn't need someone to accompany him, and he is the boss, so he has no obligation to stand here all the time.

"That's good, I'm at ease with you, unlike some foreigners who come here to eat hot pot and don't know how to eat it, and they almost caught fire a few times." Boss Wang was also very helpless.

Edgar laughed: "That's because they are not used to eating hot pot, and they will get used to it after eating a few times."

"That's right, that's good, I'll go first, you guys eat slowly."

Edgar turned back after Boss Wang went out and saw Tolson dangling on the pot with chopsticks: "What's wrong with you?"

"Well, what should I do?" Tolson didn't understand this thing at all.

Edgar picked up a handful of vegetables and put them into the soup, and then said: "This clear soup is not spicy, but the red one is spicy, just put the vegetables in and roll them out for a while, then you can eat them. If you are not used to eating spicy food, I still recommend you to eat here, the chili in this store is very spicy."

Tolson was stunned, then looked at the pot and said, "This thing is very similar to what the Chinese call 'Tai Chi'." The word "Tai Chi" belongs to the Chinese-English translation. A foreign accent, which makes people know that the speaker is a foreigner.

"Well," Edgar was still surprised that Tolson knew about Tai Chi, but he didn't pursue it. "This kind of hot pot is indeed made according to the Tai Chi diagram. This method is more in line with Chinese aesthetics. And it is said that Yuanyang Hot Pot was originally called Yin Yang Hot Pot, just like water and fire.”

"You know a lot about China. You seem to know a lot of things. Fortunately, I can see you. If I can't see you, and then listen to you speak Chinese and talk a lot about China, maybe I will treat you as a Chinese?" Tolson sighed.

"Really? Because I was a Chinese in my previous life." Sometimes it seems true and false so that no one will be suspicious, and Edgar will only reveal his identity when others think it is a joke.

"You can joke." Tolson would relax a lot when he was with Edgar.

"Really?" Edgar asked himself softly.

After a meal, Tolson showed a satisfied look. He still had about half an hour to go to work, and now he could take a rest. He never knew that just rolling those ordinary dishes would make such a big difference.

"Make arrangements when we go back. We're going to the Morgan Consortium in the afternoon." After about 10 minutes, Edgar said to Tolson.