Martin Lee left in a huff, like a dog with its tail between its legs.
This left Mei Parker a bit flustered; she looked at the calm Gwen Stacy, then at Levi, who was still fuming.
"Mr. Li, should I go out now?"
"Not so fast, I have something to ask you."
Levi called out to Mei.
This made Mei Parker a little nervous; her big eyes looked at Levi, watery, her long hair falling behind her.
"How long have you been working here?"
Levi gestured for Gwen to close the door, then asked kindly.
"Just a few weeks."
Mei relaxed a bit when she heard it was this kind of question.
"So you're deeply loved?"
Levi asked in surprise.
"Perhaps I'm just more diligent."
Mei Parker said, a little embarrassed.
No, you're beautiful.
Levi smiled and said, "Alright, I won't be coming here often in the future, but there needs to be someone in charge. Can you handle it?"
Mei felt overwhelmed by a huge sense of happiness, a little disbelieving, "Me? Why?"
"Because you're diligent."
Levi said with a smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Li, you are a good person."
Hearing this, Mei was invigorated and actively went out to work diligently.
For her, it didn't matter whether the shelter changed owners, as long as it didn't close.
Levi received a good person card and touched his nose.
This was the first time someone had given him a card...
"Gwen, find the subsidy information."
Levi waved his hand.
Gwen, who had been watching the show, could only come over and say, "Boss, were you a bit too arrogant just now?"
Gwen was very worried when Levi directly confronted Martin Lee earlier.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"I'm afraid he'll retaliate against you."
Gwen said earnestly. She always felt that Martin Lee was a bit strange, making her hair stand on end, almost triggering her Spider Sense.
Perhaps, this was a woman's intuition.
Levi glanced at her and nodded, "I understand."
Coming to the desk, Gwen turned her back to Levi and started searching.
She quickly found the document.
This was the New York City annual homeless subsidy.
On the surface, the shelter belonged to a social welfare organization and was non-profit.
But as everyone knows, non-profit organizations are often easier to make money from, and they directly earn money from America...
According to the document, in the New York City's family and friends shelter program, each family receives about $40,000 in subsidies per year, while individual homeless people receive over $10,000 annually.
This money was not directly given to the homeless; capitalists would not be so kind.
They just used this as an excuse to make money.
For example, for shelters, New York City would give money to the shelters, and then the shelters would have money to distribute free food and provide a place to stay.
Besides earning money in the underworld, Martin Lee relied on the shelter to earn money from America.
Many homeless people were registered at the shelter, nearly ten thousand in total.
Compared to the entire New York, this was still a small number.
Nearly 100,000 people are homeless on the streets of New York every night...
This is a big city, very nice.
Levi put the document away; now it was his turn to earn this money.
"Let's go."
"Okay."
Gwen nodded immediately; she didn't want to stay here at all.
Leaving the office, Mei Parker happened to come over.
"Boss, there's something important."
Seeing Levi, Mei immediately said.
"What is it?"
Levi asked curiously.
Mei said, "It's like this: the medical company we used to cooperate with found out we changed owners and directly stopped cooperating."
Hearing this, Levi knew it was the medical enterprise of the Fix Group.
"If they don't cooperate, they don't cooperate. What were they cooperating for before?"
Levi asked.
"Many homeless people and surrounding residents would come to sell blood."
Mei Parker had been working for a few weeks, so she said.
"Sell blood?"
Levi was stunned for a moment, having forgotten that this was a beautiful sight in America.
Selling blood, people on the other side of the ocean probably never even thought about it.
After all, even donating blood requires mental preparation...
But in America, for ordinary people, selling blood is a common occurrence.
It should be known that America's population accounts for only five percent of the World, but America accounts for seventy percent of the global blood market.
Ordinary people live by selling blood; their usual wages are simply not enough to support themselves.
"Then if they don't cooperate, they don't cooperate. We won't collect blood in the future."
Levi said with disdain.
He wasn't a Vampire.
"Alright."
Mei Parker nodded and didn't say much more.
In reality, if these people didn't come here to sell blood, they would go elsewhere.
Selling blood once could earn hundreds of U.S. dollars.
Many people were already 'addicted'.
If you can make money by selling blood, why not?
In America, this kind of thing has become unstoppable.
In Mei's view, the new boss was truly a good person!
...
Sitting in the Maybach, Levi said, "First, go to Empire State University."
First, drop Gwen Stacy off at school.
Arriving at the school, Gwen waved and said, "Boss, I'm getting off now."
"Study hard."
Levi waved his hand.
He was also tired and planned to go back to rest.
Watching Gwen's back enter the school gate, Levi also closed the window, closed his eyes, and said, "Let's go home."
As the car started, Levi's thoughts also began to wander.
The company was already on the right track, and he still had many things he couldn't reveal.
"When the technology matures, should I also get a Brain-computer Interface?"
"Forget it, it's not that I'm afraid of pain, but I feel like it wouldn't be original."
Levi backed down.
As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation.
Being in the U.S. comic World, Levi couldn't do without some strength.
He now had technology, but he was hesitant about applying it to himself.
Can't really be flesh is weak, machine is ascension, right?
"It would be great if I could get an Iron Man Suit."
Levi thought to himself.
However, Tony Stark himself had not yet become Iron Man; he was still a playboy.
Given Tony's personality now, Levi just wanted to scold him.
Of course, people change; only after experiencing some things will Tony Stark mature.
"Boss, there's a vehicle chasing you."
At this moment, Red Queen appeared on his phone.
"I've already adjusted the traffic lights, but they're still ignoring them. Judging from the car model, it should be Mr. Negative's Demon Gang."
Hearing Red Queen's analysis, Levi's lips curled into a sneer.
He didn't care when Gwen reminded him because he had already prepared.
"Have you arranged the people?"
"They're already around."
Red Queen replied.
"Then let's do it."
Levi said.
If it were other people, they might worry about gang retaliation.
But how could a capitalist like Levi, who employed a bunch of retired veterans as security in his company, be afraid of street gangs?
At Levi's level, there was no need to be involved in both legal and illegal activities because he could crush the illegal side.
"Boom!"
The next second, an explosion sound came from the adjacent street.