Zhu Wencong wore a serious expression, "$100,000 is nothing, investing in the NYPD is a wise choice."
Gregor was even more enthusiastic than before, Zhu Wencong was just as generous and magnanimous as the newspapers had said.
With this donation, work could be carried out much more smoothly, no need to worry about not having the funds to do many things.
"Mr. Z, I can promise you now that this will not have any impact on you or Jiuding.
And since your people caught two robbers, they will definitely stand on the side of justice!" Gregor promised.
Zhu Wencong nodded, in Western society money could move the devil himself, he just wanted to use money to solve problems.
Westerners bully the weak and fear the strong; they are respectably submissive to those with power, and they throw punches at those who are weaker.
The death of a few White people meant nothing; in America's vast landscape, countless people died every day in various ways.
