I don’t know where the little girl named Zhao Liuli is. It’s a huge New York city. It’s not easy to find a wandering girl.

Ye Dongqing arrived at the Empire State Building in Zhongcheng District at around 5 o'clock, and walked all the way to Rockefeller Center and then to Grand Central Station. Whenever he met a wandering singer, he would take a close look and come forward to ask them if he had met a Chinese woman with a little girl, who was also a wandering singer.

Unfortunately, I didn't get anything. I spent more than ninety dollars in vain. I met two hateful guys and was willing to provide information only after I gave it to the money.

Speaking of this little girl with a poor background, she is probably one of the few concerns Ye Dongqing has in this world. Before her death, she asked her to give birth to a child. There is no need to say much about the relationship between the two parties.

In recent years, she should have been wandering around with her aunt and wandering around New York. Ye Dongqing once heard her talk about this experience.

Calculate the time, the girl named Liuli should be only eight years old now, and her family has left one after another. The aunt who is responsible for taking care of her is called a "travel singer", which is consistent with saying that she is a homeless man.

She must be found.

Since six o'clock, I have been finding it after one o'clock in the night, and I really can't walk anymore, so I took a taxi home.

This is true today. The next day I was busy reviewing during the day, and I continued to look for her at night. Similar scenes lasted for four consecutive days, and Ye Dongqing was wandering around the entire Zhongcheng District and even the SC District.

New York is not just Manhattan Island, but also Brooklyn, Queens, and Long Island.

After returning home that night, Ye Dongqing lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with her eyes open, and a spider crawled slowly over it.

People are not buildings, they can move and hide in the house. It is difficult to guarantee whether they have missed something. They may even pass by them but have not seen them. He said to himself: "This is not OK, how can we find it..."

The screams of um, ahhh came from next door again, which seemed to be perfunctory.

Ye Dongqing finally knew who lived next door. In recent days, he saw different men entering and leaving the room more than once, which made him guess the other party’s profession.

It is a low-end apartment, and people from all walks of life can see a lot of syringes used to take drugs in the trash can.

There is no discrimination against the girl next door who stands in the street, but it is not a big deal every day. She is always quarrels so that she can't sleep. The walls are too thin, and he can even hear the man's swear words. Ye Dongqing thought that she should make some money and found a way to move out from here.

Two seemingly feasible methods appeared in his mind. He decided to give it a try tomorrow. After more than half an hour, he fell asleep with a slim hope.

...

When the sun shone through the small window, a gust of wind blew the Ye Dongqing's table.

There were countless questions written on several sheets of paper. This was the ACT, SAT test questions and answers he wrote through memories after taking time in class. They were not complete, but the completeness was at least 85%.

He had already done his best to restore so much. When Ye Dongqing got up, he placed the papers in order. In his eyes, these were all money.

Opportunities are only reserved for rich people who are prepared. It is true that countless investment opportunities are placed in front of him, but how to make the first pot of gold has become a big problem to accumulate start-up capital. I haven’t wanted to sell these problems to others for money yet.

The main reason for his hesitation is that the coverage is too large and the profit cannot be guaranteed. It is better to go to the door to find old customers and help them launder money, which is even less risky.

Some students may find out conscience or let it go, which will implicate themselves. However, for years of crime and money laundering, Ye Dongqing has not heard anyone blatantly telling others that their money is unknown. Those who have black funds in their hands are not good people, and they will be more careful in their work.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and sent the dirty clothes to the laundry room. I gave me five dollars to ask a black aunt to help me, and asked the other party to clean it up. After I packed it up, I went out and walked down the stairs.

In the security room, two days after Old Sam disappeared, he was lying there staring at the TV like usual, with his eyes obviously not on the show, and he was stunned.

I was already old, but today I looked even older, with my hair scattered, my shirt buttons were tied incorrectly, and there were traces of tomato sauce on my chest.

Ye Dongqing saw the other person looking over, smiled and nodded.

I planned to go out directly, but Mr. Sam said, "You said that I am indeed sick. The doctor told me that it is very likely that it is cancer and I have missed the best treatment time. After I finish cleaning today, I will go to the hospital and be hospitalized for chemotherapy."

"This is so bad, I hope God bless you."

Ye Dongqing doesn't believe in God and has no other beliefs. Now she is simply saying beautiful words so that the old man can feel a little more comfortable.

If you choose to believe, it will not explain why God ruthlessly took his parents away, and took so many lives with diseases and war. In this way, the word "mercy" seems quite ridiculous. He is more focused on himself than his illusory existence.

Comfort words do not make the patient feel comfortable. Old Sam shook his head and said, "I had a kind of intuition when I had a gastroscopy. This time I would probably go to see God. The doctor said that if I was a few months later, there would definitely be no hope. Now there is a little hope for healing.

So, thank you for your reminder, I will let you live for half a month for free, but it will only be half a month at most. Next, I will still have to pay the rent on time."

"Thank you for your kindness. I'm trying to move out of you. I dare say that you haven't renovated for at least twenty years. The smell of the toilet makes me sick."

The old man did not deny it and shrugged casually: "But my rent is cheap, you can rent the Empire State Building or the house next to Central Park."

Well, my mouth is still so poisonous, and I am not merciless when I mock it.

At this time, a tenant came to pay the rent, holding cash in his hand, and asked Old Sam if he paid the cash at a 10% discount.

Ye Dongqing is so familiar with cash transactions. At most, someone transported 120 million US dollars in cash, piled it up in a warehouse, and used several trucks. It took him two months to digest so much money and wash it clean.

The employer was one of the largest drug lords on the East Coast. A small portion of the money he earned from addicts entered Ye Dongqing's pocket. He used that money to buy a house located on the beach on Miami. Open the door and the beach was the one that opened.

He couldn't help laughing. He felt that he had accidentally found a potential customer, not only the old man's possible cash vault, but also considered the building. He didn't say much for the time being and set off for the nearest police station.

If you want to find someone in New York, there is no better organization than NYPD with up to 40,000 employees, which is cheap and fast...
Chapter completed!