Zhu Wencong and Malik walked out of the basement and returned to the soft leather sofa.

When I think about the gold mountain below, I have to say that Malik really deserves to die. I don’t know how many bankers have been brutally murdered.

The zero-dollar purchases in the United States did not appear in later generations. Now, this has happened before, and the barbaric land grew barbarically.

Malik had an expression of enjoyment on his face and even touched the passing maid lewdly. He was really a damn bastard.

Zhu Wencong picked up the coffee cup, thinking that the gold and silver underneath could be used as reserves for Jiuding Bank, which was in urgent need of a batch of gold and silver.

Those southern banknotes have a certain value, and Jiuding Bank can take over the exchange, and finally let those southern diehards pay the bill.

With all kinds of benefits before his eyes, Zhu Wencong found that the Malik he met on the road was simply a novice gift package given to him by God.

"I will leave the money to you. My requirements are not too high, just five levels of dividends.

If there are no problems with this transaction, we will introduce related business to you in the future.

Several of my friends are still fighting there. People can die on the battlefield, but money cannot be abandoned.

They have been unable to find a way to make their money reasonable and legal, and at the same time they also want to come to California to live." Malik said.

Zhu Wencong said there was no problem. Malik had the military rank of regimental leader, and his friends had only higher military ranks.

After each war, the bulk of the spoils goes to officers at all levels, while the smaller portion is divided among the soldiers.

"How many people do you have now?" Zhu Wencong suddenly asked.

"About seven or eight hundred people! I haven't counted them yet!" Malik raised his head and thought, he really didn't know yet.

Zhu Wencong was speechless for a while. This guy was almost the same as General Sanzhi. If he had breasts, he would be a mother.

"There were more than 900 people in the beginning, but later they participated in that damn war, and almost all of my regiment was wiped out!

Fortunately, I did not choose to fight to the end and led my brothers to the west. California was the first escape route I prepared.

Eating, drinking, and eating along the way costs money, and we almost lost our lives, so we didn’t have much money at all.

Those locals look down on us very much, so how can I tolerate them? We sweat and bleed for the Federation!

So along the way we were doing justice for heaven, so many people wanted to join us, and I would not refuse anyone who came!

When you first met me, that was my initial team. They were my subordinates and die-hard loyalists.

Those who joined later left the team as soon as they arrived in California, and I didn't bother to care about them.

When there is a big deal, they will come over to help me, but usually I can't see them." Malik said about his past.

"That's right! At that time, I thought the Federation was going to end, so I chose to live in California!" Malik emphasized that he was definitely not a deserter!

Zhu Wencong listened with great interest. The characteristics of personal heroes in old America are really strong, and even the black ones are white.

Malik's journey also shows that the United States is a high-risk zone at this time, and people without skills should not go out.

The local officials are too lazy to take care of these trivial matters, ranging from liars to robbers, and the local government has no money to maintain public security.

Anyway, it is not illegal to hold a gun. If you are robbed, you deserve it. You are an adult and you must learn to protect yourself.

Don't be like a little kid who still needs the protection of his official father. Be brave enough to express your demands with a gun.

"Can we collect them all?" Zhu Wencong asked slowly.

"Incorporation? Impossible! How can I afford to support so many mouths? They all find their own money.

No! What are you doing by recruiting them? I am no longer the leader of the federation, and I plan to open a company in the future.

Although the security in California is not good, it is not as easy to bully as other states, and the state army is very powerful.

We are people who have experienced war and fighting. They once participated in the U.S.-Mexican War." Malik could not guess Zhu Wencong's thoughts.

Zhu Wencong looked directly at Malik: "What I'm going to say next is also my future arrangement for you.

I believe that you are definitely not a peaceful person, so it is impossible to live peacefully. Life requires passion!

At present, I have won the cotton market in San Francisco and am heading towards winning the cotton market in California.

I have found a way to solve the financial problem, and I don’t have to worry about not having enough money at all.”

"You want me to deal with those farmers?" Malik was a little shocked.

Zhu Wencong shook his head: "No! You think too much!

In our relationship, would I do something to harm you? Those farmers are going to solve it, but not in your way.

In the future, your image will be rebuilt and you will become an American war hero and a role model respected by thousands of people!

Don’t look like you have self-doubt, building successful people is my specialty.”

"I'm not doubting your ability. The main thing is that for people like me, it's only because of God's mercy that I don't get dragged out and shot.

Once the federation knows about me, they will definitely send me to a military court, so I need a new identity.

I have shed blood and sweat for the Federation in my previous life, and I no longer owe anything to the Federation. Now I just want to live a peaceful life.

Forget everything in the past and start a new life." Malik sighed.

Zhu Wencong discovered that Malik was self-aware and thought that he was really lawless and committed all kinds of evil.

Currently, the Federation is busy fighting a civil war, so naturally it does not have the time or energy to clean up these scum. They will wait for the end of the war to deal with them one by one.

Malik looked dejected. He was once a famous hero and a standard-bearer against slavery.

But after arriving on the battlefield, Malik understood that all kindness and kindness were sharp swords that harmed himself and his teammates.

"Don't you want to be a hero?" Zhu Wencong continued to ask.

Malik looked up at Zhu Wencong, why didn't he want to be a hero, but this was an honor he could bear?

"The public has always been the target of fools. Whatever you say is what they think it is.

You took root in California as a hero, can the federation still arrest you? You will be a guest of the federation in the future!

How to become this hero depends on how much you can contribute to California and how much benefit you can bring.

I believe in your personal ability, otherwise it is impossible for you to get out of the pile of dead people." Zhu Wencong said firmly.

"Can I do it?" Malik doubted himself.

"Have you ever heard of Washington's story?" Zhu Wencong asked.

"I know! His excellent tactics have always been the object of study for us. He created the first American army.

I...How dare I argue with him? He is the real hero." Malik admired him very much.

"It seems that what you know is not the real incident. In fact, Washington does not have a good record at all.

The tactics you learned are probably the work of others, and their names are not as loud as Washington's.

That he could become a war hero and the first president proves that there are endless possibilities in this land.

Next, you have to respond to the official call and lead heroic soldiers to deal with the evil slave owners and farmers." Zhu Wenchong described.

Malik smiled brightly. He had done this kind of thing before, and he still does this kind of thing now.
Chapter completed!