You can't just turn a blind eye just because someone else donates money to the police station, right?
Maybe others will.
But George Stacey said that he was not such a person, but he was the financial backer of the police department, so George still wanted to invite him politely.
George paused and said, "Alternatively, Mr. Morton can call your lawyer now."
This is my bottom line.
George thought to himself that he also knew the character of these rich people.
Baker said: "It's so late, my lawyer is probably already asleep. Forget it, I won't disturb him."
sleep?
do not bother?
Are all the rich today so easy-going?
George thought in his mind, but he was relieved when he heard that Baker was willing to go over: "Don't worry, it's just a simple note."
Beck nodded.
In the police station.
The lights are bright.
"Here, Mr. Morton."
"Ms. Bloom."
After taking two cups of hot coffee from the coffee machine outside, George walked into the living room with the coffee, handed the two cups in his hands over and said: "The taste of the coffee in the police station is not as good as that outside, but now the coffee outside The cafe is also closed.”
Baker took a sip: "Most of the coffee machines, the fifty-dollar ones and the five-hundred-dollar ones have similar effects. The most important thing is the coffee beans. I have invested in a coffee bean production company in Kenya. I will ask them to send a few when I have time." come over."
George pulled up the seat and sat down: "Really? Then I'll thank Mr. Morton for the police department."
Baker waved his hand and said something trivial.
Everything has two sides.
Although Baker was given a huge blow to the Wall Street investment community by Tony Stark's ability to use money, it is undeniable that after leaving Wall Street, Baker's investment business was quite diversified.
So far, Baker's investment business is quite good. As the same saying goes, if you want to compare with other investors, it's better than the superiors.
after awhile.
George put down the pen in his hand, considered for a while and said to Baker: "Mr. Morton, given your relationship with the New York Police Department, the prosecutor's office will not prosecute you, but if it is the person who was injured by you, If someone files a lawsuit against you..."
They just donated 100,000 US dollars, and then your prosecutor's office directly filed a lawsuit. Do you want the NYPD's finances to continue to be in deficit?
There is no doubt that if the prosecutor's office dares to do this, the chief of the New York Police Department will directly slap the table and angrily yell at the prosecutor's office.
Of course.
If a crime was really committed, the New York Police Department would not betray its conscience for a hundred thousand dollars, but a Russian gangster?
Stop making trouble, one is a well-known investor in the Wall Street investment community, and the other is a Russian gangster. It is self-evident who to choose.
Baker also said directly: "I can understand. I will ask my lawyer to come over tomorrow. If there are no other problems, we should be able to leave."
Said.
Baker looked at Jasmine who was sitting next to her, wearing sunglasses and lowering her head.
George said: "Of course, but if these gangsters really want to kidnap your girlfriend and let you help them launder money, then Ms. Bloom's residence may also become the target of their revenge. I will apply to the director tomorrow Protection team, but tonight?”
Baker stood up and reached out to George: "Thanks, Officer Stacey."
George saw that Baker didn't talk to him and had no other ideas.
Get up.
shake hands.
Then he personally drove Baker and Jasmine downstairs in the 820 building.
top layer.
After entering the door, Baker took off his coat and said as he walked towards the bar: "There are quite a few guest rooms on the second floor. You can choose one."
Jasmine, who took off her sunglasses to reveal bruises at the corners of her eyes, looked at the apartment that was half the size of a football field and said, "Actually, I can stay in a hotel."
Baker took out the medical tool box from the drawer under the bar and found a small box about the size of a button: "Stay in a hotel, unless you want your poker game to be broken up. No one on Wall Street will be willing to participate in something related to the gang. The card game organized by the organizer.”
There was a pause.
Baker closed the tool box and added, "At least on the poker table."
Gangsters participate in card games to launder money. Naturally, they definitely need to win money in card games.
Of course.
Although Wall Street card players don't care about winning or losing, to them, I don't care, but you can't treat me as a cheat.
Baker motioned to Jasmine on the sofa, and then after Jasmine sat firmly, Baker opened the small button box in his hand.
The tangy fragrance came immediately.
Baker used his little finger to press a little bit of the white ointment inside. Jasmine instinctively ducked her head to the side: "I can do it myself."
Baker looked at Jasmine with a smile on his face.
Jasmine: “…”
five minutes later.
Baker stood up and walked towards the bar with his small box: "It should be fine after half an hour."
"Can what?"
"The bruise should be gone."
Baker put the button box back into the medical box and said: "I got this box from a mountain in the East last year. It is said that this ointment has a history of more than 600 years. Originally they were I don’t buy it for outsiders, but after I heard about it and donated ten teaching buildings to them, their clan leader gave me two small bottles of our size before I left.”
This is real.
Although the effect of this thing is not to make bones and bones, or the living dead, it is a miracle medicine for some gunshot wounds or scars.
Baker gave a bottle of Jane Smith, and Baker kept the remaining bottle here. Anyway, according to the patriarch, this thing can be passed down from generation to generation.
Jasmine seemed a little unconvinced.
Half an hour later.
Jasmine watched in the bathroom of the guest room and completely believed it after washing her face.
Gone.
The bruise that I thought would last at least two days before disappearing was just gone.
This is amazing.
In the master bedroom upstairs, after Baker finished taking a shower, he returned to the living room, poured himself a glass of bourbon, lay on the terrace and admired the night sky above his head.
the next day.
When Baker woke up, he saw a thin blanket covering himself.
who?
Baker lifted the blanket and walked from the terrace into the living room.
Enter the eyes.
After Jasmine saw Baker at the kitchen bar, she smiled and said, "I don't know what you like to eat, so just make it."
Baker responded: "Thank you."
Jasmine took off her apron, and just in time, Baker also walked to the kitchen bar, sat down, glanced at the breakfast on the plate in front of him, and praised: "A very rich breakfast."
Jasmine said thank you.
Half an hour later.
After receiving George's call, Jasmine said goodbye to Baker.
Baker sent Jasmine downstairs.
Then.
His eyes were cold.
…
