In an office building in the suburbs of Los Angeles, accompanied by manager Kent, Smith walked in well-dressedly. When passing by the sign "Jennifer International Mail Order", Smith stopped and frowned and asked Kent, "Why haven't you picked it yet?"

"Isn't the contract not signed yet?" Kent explained in a low voice.

"Hmph, then you can keep it." Smith smiled contemptuously, "I think the new boss will like it very much."

Kent immediately sweated his forehead. He has been working in this mail order company for decades, from a small staff to a manager. Therefore, he can pat his chest to ensure that no one in the company is more familiar with the situation than him.

Now, Jennifer International mail order is unsustainable, with only two roads left - bankruptcy or acquisition. The boss searched for a long time, but no one was interested in this. He was about to dismiss the employees, and Kent was about to lose his job. Unexpectedly, he was defeated. Suddenly, good news came. A mysterious buyer made an offer through Kevin Law Firm, and the price was opened...it should be extremely high, up to $260,000. You should know that the company still has $6.7 million in debt and loans, and it will pay millions of dollars inside and outside.

Therefore, although the contract will be signed in a few days, it is a foregone conclusion to change the old class. At this time, if the new boss is unhappy, it is definitely not a good deal with his own work. Kent quickly called a staff member: "Peter, dismantle this thing immediately, hurry up!"

The company is about to change hands, so in the past few days, the original boss no longer appears. When you walk into the office, almost all the twenty employees of the company are there. After glances, they find that they are all looking forward to it. Smith hides the pride in his heart and condescends: "I am Smith, a licensed lawyer at Kevin Law Firm. The new boss will arrive within a week. I hope you can maintain the normal operation of the company. Now, you can answer your three questions and answer them all. Of course, the fourth question is welcome, Kevin Law Firm is undeserved, $50 for half an hour."

After a short while of silence, the employees began to discuss in a low voice. After a while, in Smith's impatient eyes, a employee representative asked: "Mr. Smith! Can you tell us who the new boss is?"

He raised his head: "The specific information involves transaction secrets. I can only tell you that the new boss is a Chinese."

"Chinese?"

"Is it from Hong Kong or Tokyo?"

"Tokyo is Japan, and China is two countries."

"He should be talking about Taiwan..."

“…”

The conference room was chattering and talking nonsense. Seeing that Kent was getting off topic, he immediately clapped his hands: "It's all quiet. Sorry, Mr. Smith, can you introduce it in more detail?"

"This should be the second problem." Smith was unconciled, "It's China, that red..."

"Boom--!" The conference room was even more chaotic, "What's going on? Are they not communist countries?"

"Did their government buy it?"

"Can it be a spy?"

“Did the CIA eat shit?”

"No, that's the FBI."

"So do you want to call the police?"

“…”

Looking at the chaotic scene, Smith turned his head and whispered to Kent: "Your employees are very interesting, they should be all enthusiasts of agents. If I were the boss, they would be fired. And you...? You should be able to train such employees, and you should be able to find a better position. The CIA welcomes you."

Kent was already sweating profusely. If these words reached the ears of the new boss, they might be taken away: "I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, they were just curious and curious. I'll ask the last question, how will the new boss place us?"

"Very smart." Smith smiled coldly, "This is the only thing I heard when I entered this company is not a mentally retarded word. The new boss promised to keep it all. Of course, if you have an interview, you can retain your original position. If you fail, you will also arrange another job..."

...

Walking out of the office building and returning to his car, Smith seemed to be unsatisfied. He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling just now, the ultimate pleasure of holding the power of life and death.

However, when Smith started the car and drove to his law firm, he was a little disappointed. He has been in the legal profession for more than ten years and is still a small licensed lawyer. Is his luck really so bad? Can't he find any big clients? Logically speaking, his ability is not bad?

Back in the office and opened the folder with the commission written on it, Smith looked distressed: "There are still a few more items. Damn, this $8,000 is really hard to make."

This commission was entrusted from an affiliated company in Hong Kong, through Bank of America to Kevin Law Firm. All commissions were added up to more than a dozen items, which were very complicated and the commission fee was not high, so the firm threw it to Smith. However, after running for more than a month, there were still several items that were not completed.

Just as he was worried, suddenly, the phone rings on the table ring. When he answered the sound in the microphone, Smith roared loudly: "Nigga! Have you fucking gone to hell?..."

...

Berry just returned to the apartment and was exhausted. He was a private detective in Los Angeles, but in fact, his business was bleak because there were too many paparazzi in Los Angeles. In the past few days, he had just completed a commission and returned home and threw the $400 in his pocket onto the table and was ready to have a good sleep.

While taking off his shirt, he opened the recording of the phone at home, but was surprised to find that Mr. Smith from Kevin Law Firm, whom he had been affiliated with for a long time, had already made more than a dozen calls.

He quickly dialed the number. As soon as he was on the phone, he heard Smith roaring loudly in the microphone: "Nigga..."

After finally waiting for Smith to vent, Berry whispered: "Sir, can you not say 'nigger' in the future? That's racial discrimination."

Unexpectedly, this sentence immediately attracted even greater anger: "Black, in my eyes, there is no difference between skin color, or even men and women. There are only two types of people, one is green (the color of US dollars), and the other is a poor guy like you. Go to court to sue me! As long as you take out money, a lot of money, I will be your lawyer myself and lick your ass for you!"

"But...sir..."

"Nigga, don't mess with me. My patience is limited. You can go to the office in 20 minutes and have several commissions. As long as you complete it, it's $1,500. Do you understand? Get over here-!"
Chapter completed!