Zhou Ming and Les were walking on the streets of Atlanta. In fact, Zhou Ming was only planning to go out for a walk by himself, but he didn't expect to meet Les just before going out.

Rice seems to have gotten used to this period of time. Now that they have arrived in Atlanta, Rice still asks to follow Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming doesn't care. Anyway, he doesn't do anything shameful.

As the host city of the last Olympic Games, the streets of Atlanta are very clean and modern.

The shopping mall not far away seemed to have just opened, and the door was very lively. There were even two colorful model people who were swinging randomly as they were constantly inflating, which attracted everyone to cheer.

On the other side, the skyscrapers were covered with bright glass facing the rising sun, and business people in and out of the gate were all in a well-suited businessman. In short, the whole city revealed the prosperity of an international metropolis.

But Zhou Ming couldn't help but frown when he saw this. Les couldn't help but be curious when he saw Zhou Ming like this.

"Mr. Zhou Ming, you can just entrust it to a consulting company for investigation. There are many such companies selling news all over the United States. As long as you can afford the price, there is no news that they cannot find out. This kind of commercial investigation of market conditions is their best choice."

Zhou Ming shook his head firmly. Zhou Ming told Rice: "You can't just look at the cold data in many things, because it is completely different from the impression you see with your own eyes. Otherwise, those research companies will not have field research if they issue reports."

Rice didn't say anything else, because she also understood that Zhou Ming's attitude of doing things down to earth was not like those so-called economists who did not have field investigations at all, and only knew how to talk big with theoretical data.

"Mr. Zhou Ming, do you have no confidence in the secondary mortgage market? Or do you want to continue to expand the mortgage market?" Les asked again.

kindness?

Zhou Ming raised his eyebrows: "Why did you ask this?"

"Because Mr. Zhou Ming, you have done enough now. You see that real estate developers, financial institutions and investment banks are obsessed with the secondary market prospects you are portrayed today. So Mr. Zhou Ming, you don't need to worry about the prospects of subprime mortgages at all. You have completed your task."

"But now you are still actively investigating, which means that your goal is not only that, you want to do things better and scale them up."

Zhou Ming said: "I'm just used to taking everything into my own hands."

Zhou Ming said it plainly, but he felt deeply moved. Rice is worthy of being the first black female to become an assistant to national security affairs and even the first secretary of state. This insight is really amazing.

Rice looked at Zhou Ming deeply, but said nothing.

Then Zhou Ming and Les walked along the street to the head and finally sat in a Chinese teahouse to drink tea.

As soon as he sat down, Rice asked Zhou Ming: "Did you investigate this way? You don't go to real estate companies and investment banks to collect data, just walk around the street?"

"There is no standard answer to investigating such things. It depends on the situation. For me, just walking around is the best investigation."

Zhou Ming pointed around while answering Les's question: "Look at the surroundings, don't you think it's fake?"

"Fake?"

Les wrinkle

He chewed the word with his eyebrows, obviously not understanding what Zhou Ming meant that.

Zhou Ming nodded and said it was right. Zhou Ming continued to introduce to Rice: "Look at how beautiful the streets here in Atlanta are. People come and go, they are always successful people. You can often see luxury cars on the streets, and the park is also clean and quiet."

Les was even more confused when she heard this. She said that this wasn’t it good? It was the way a city should develop.

Zhou Ming said that if this is the case, it would certainly be a good thing: "But there is a question, have you seen how many low-income people and other minorities?"

Zhou Ming's words reminded Les, and Les discovered this obvious but easily overlooked problem.

Rice's face turned gloomy: "So Mr. Zhou Ming, you mean that the Atlanta authorities are in quarantine?"

As a black man, what Rice hates most is skin color discrimination. This isolation policy is the pinnacle of discrimination and is intolerable to Rice.

Zhou Ming patted Les on the shoulder and told her not to be so excited. Things might not be what she thought.

He also told her that after all, it is already the 21st century now, and there was no such blatant discrimination in the United States at least ten years ago.

"Have you heard of Georgetown? It was a special area of ​​the capital, where there were white elites, and there were basically no blacks or other minority groups."

"There is no quarantine policy, but since there is no subway bus or all public transportation in Georgetown, and there are rivers that separate Georgetown from the city, it can also achieve the goal of no black people and other minorities in Georgetown, and even no low-income people."

Rice now understood: "So Mr. Zhou Ming, you mean, Atlanta is likely to have adopted this method."

Rice then remembered that Atlanta is not a city in the traditional sense. Its actual urban area is very small and it was merged by many surrounding counties and cities. Therefore, Atlanta has a population of more than 5 million, of which blacks and minorities clearly account for nearly 70%. However, after walking around the streets, they rarely see a few blacks and minorities.

Rice continued to think divergently: "So continue thinking about it. Does this problem also exist in the secondary mortgage market? Due to the natural discriminatory vision of some people, people who really need mortgages cannot get the opportunity."

Zhou Ming nodded with relief, and still communicated with smart people happily. He could understand many things by just taking a look at them.

Sometimes, not only can you understand, but it can also help you divert your thinking. He can help you think of any places you didn’t expect.

"Mr. Zhou Ming, please wait, I'll call."

Rice took out her cell phone and dialed a number. She asked a few questions, and then told Zhou Ming that blacks and minorities in Atlanta, as well as most middle- and low-income groups, were not in the main urban area, but in the surrounding satellite cities.

"Then where should we start the investigation?" Zhou Ming asked her.

Les returned to Zhou Ming with a place name: "Prata, my friend told me that this is a relatively representative and relatively safe place."

With a place, Zhou Ming immediately took action. Although Zhou Ming had no car in Atlanta, this did not prevent Zhou Ming from renting one, so they found a car rental company nearby.

This was a very common thing, but the owner of the car rental company didn't think so, in him

It seems that a black man and a Chinese man are obviously not rich people in downtown Atlanta, so he asked Zhou Ming and Les, and in the end he even had to pay a sufficient deposit to rent a car.

It is quite incredible to put this in China, because you are simply driving out passengers when doing this, but it is very common in the United States and it is even natural.

"That bastard is so hateful. What is his rude attitude? What are he saying? What's wrong with blacks and Chinese? Can't we rent a car? Are we just potential terrorists?"

"He's discrimination! I'm going to sue him this bastard! I'm going to make him lose all his money and get him out of Atlanta!"

Although he had rented a car and Rice was sitting in it, the assistant national security affairs lady was still very angry and shouted in her seat.

"Ms. Les, of course I believe you must have such ability, but don't you think this is a bit close to the real Atlanta?" Zhou Ming reminded her.

Les calmed down and remembered that it was true. Although the car rental owner was discriminatory and rude, his attitude was like a real person, rather than the gentlemen with straight and polite suits he saw on the street before, and he revealed a false look no matter how he looked at it.

What did Rice remember again: "And Atlanta is also the center of human rights movement across the United States, and it is the best thing to do in terms of race issues. The result is still like this, and other places can be imagined."

"The discrimination problem will inevitably reflect the secondary mortgage market, resulting in people who need mortgages never waiting."

Zhou Ming nodded secretly, thinking that Rice's thinking is still very active. As long as she gives her an introduction, she can think of key issues.

Zhou Ming and Les took a bus out of the city. As the bustling Atlanta gradually drifted away, the surrounding environment became normal. There were no tall skyscrapers, no clean roads, only wastelands with weeds, and the cheapest wooden houses that you can see occasionally.

In this way, Zhou Ming and his car drove on the road for more than an hour before finally reaching Plata.

"As expected, just like what Mr. Zhou Ming said, it seems that the way to isolate blacks and minorities in Atlanta is the distance. This is more than an hour's drive, if you don't have a car, it will be difficult for ordinary people to get to Atlanta."

"And even if there are long-distance buses or walks to Atlanta, as long as the police are deported, not many people can withstand such troubles."

"Mr. Zhou Ming, where do you plan to start the investigation after we arrive in Plata? Do you directly enter the black community?"

Zhou Ming thought about it and shook his head and replied: "Let's go to the real estate market first, but the black community is not in a hurry."

Zhou Ming even turned around and joked: "Does Ms. Les want to remind me that it is dangerous? If I don't need it, it's better not to go in?"

Originally, Zhou Ming thought Rice would be dissatisfied with such jokes, but Rice actually told Zhou Ming very seriously: "Yes, although I am also a black person, I still want to tell you that the black community is the most dangerous place!"

Zhou Ming didn't know what to say now.

However, the next itinerary was not planned, because when Zhou Ming and Les entered the downtown area of ​​Plata, Zhou Ming asked Zhang Lin to stop the car.
Chapter completed!