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Millionaire Son In Law Chapter 7363
Chapter 7363
After leaving the police station, Issac asked worriedly: “Sir, how do you plan to handle these minors?”
Orvel who was standing there interrupted, “If it were you, I would find them first, beat them half to death, then cripple their hands and feet, and force them to lie in bed until they are eighteen!”
Charlie waved his hand: “We’re all old now. It would be embarrassing if we were caught fighting with a minor.”
“What should we do?” Orvel gritted his teeth and said, “We have to teach them a lesson! Otherwise, I really can’t accept this!”
Charlie sneered and said, “There’s no need to teach them your own lessons. The best way is to let them teach themselves.”
After that, Charlie handed the paper to Issac and said, “Today is Sunday, and I don’t think these kids are in school. But I saw that their home addresses are all on the same street, so maybe they’re all mixed up. Let’s go find them right away.”
The minors’ residence was not far from the police station and within its jurisdiction. It took Isaac just over ten minutes to drive to a residential area called Reynolds Street.
Even though this place is within the city limits, the people there find it dirty and messy, with trash and dirt everywhere, and even a large number of homeless people to be seen.
Charlie asked Isaac to go around the homes of several minors, but he didn’t see any. Thinking it wasn’t time for them to leave, Charlie asked Isaac to park his car at an intersection and wait.
Isaac parked the car and looked out the window in surprise. He said, “We’re still in the city, but why does it feel like we’re in a slum?”
Charlie pointed to a small house on a nearby street corner and said, “Look, it says Safe Injection House. A place like this is definitely no good.”
Isaac suddenly came to a realization and sighed, “Sometimes I have to sigh when I see the brain circuitry of these countries. They create things that bring disaster to the country and its people.”
Orvel didn’t understand English very well, so he asked in confusion, “What do you mean by safe injection center? What do you two mean?”
Issac said: “It was a place set up by the government for drug addicts to inject illegal drugs.”
“Damn it! This is happening?!” Orvel was dumbfounded. Exclaiming in astonishment, he saw several zombie-like young men staggering out of the safe injection room. He could tell at a glance that they were drug addicts. Some of them even had needles stuck in their arms.
Not only had they lost their normal human demeanor, they were all dressed in rags and their hair was disheveled, as if they hadn’t changed clothes, bathed, or had a haircut in years. Two of them didn’t even have shoes and were walking barefoot, their feet covered in pus and sores.
Looking to the side of the road, we saw several people lying near the green belt and trash cans, with lots of flies flying around them, but these people didn’t move at all and didn’t care.
Fortunately, Melbourne, located in the southern hemisphere, is in early autumn and the weather is not cold, otherwise these poisonous insects could freeze to death if not poisoned.
Orvel was horrified and exclaimed, “Damn it! Shouldn’t all those drug addicts be arrested? Why are they being given a place to do this in broad daylight?”
Charlie smiled and said, “This is their political correctness. We really can’t understand it, so we can only show respect.”
At this time, a thin young girl wearing a short skirt came to their car and knocked on the driver’s window with an anxious and pained expression.
Even through the car window, the three people in the car could see the thick needle marks on the woman’s arms, and many parts of her skin had become ulcerated from too many needles.
Issac rolled down the car window a little and asked her, “What happened?”
The young woman pleaded, “Sir, please give me a hundred dollars and I can fulfill any request you make.”
After that, he glanced inside the car and said, “For two hundred dollars, I can satisfy all three of you.”
Orvel paled in fright and immediately said to Issac, “Mr. Chen, please close the window immediately! I’m afraid he’ll infect us with AIDS!”
Issac teased him: “Orvel, AIDS is not transmitted through the air.”
Orvel said frantically, “Stop it! I’m scared! I’m afraid he has some other illness. Look at his mouth full of rotting teeth. He looks like a zombie. It’s so scary!”
Issac smiled, turned to the girl and said, “Sorry, we don’t have any needs. Please ask someone else.”
After saying that, he immediately closed the car window.
Orvel finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the car windows tightly closed, but he still felt a lingering fear and said, “Damn, those people are always shouting about immigration, immigration. Why did they have to move to a place like this?”
“If I see people like this every day when I travel, how can I live comfortably?”
Isaac laughed and said, “Orvel, even though Australia is in the Southern Hemisphere, its basic structure is still the same as Western society. Their social structure is very fragmented.”
“Rich areas have everything: good public security, good neighborhoods, and good schools. Some are even located near mountains and rivers, with every family owning a dock and a yacht.”
“The police are eager to set up community police stations in wealthy areas and conduct hundreds of patrols every day to ensure the safety of the wealthy.”
“However, poor neighborhoods are actually worse off than most, and even their local governments tend to oppress the poor. They consistently build safe and political injection sites in neighborhoods where poor or ordinary people live, worsening their living conditions. They don’t dare change wealthy neighborhoods without the owners’ permission.”
“So, while it is natural for the country’s top tycoons to immigrate here to enjoy the luxury and decadence of capitalist society, it is somewhat difficult to understand why the middle class spends all their money to come here and work as blue-collar workers, mingling with the lower middle class.”
Orvel nodded. “The rich are always the best wherever they go. What I don’t understand is what Mr. Chen said about those who sell their properties and go abroad to work as manual laborers.”
“I have an old friend who used to run an aluminum alloy door and window business in China. He wasn’t as rich as the rich, but he was richer than the poor.”
“But I don’t know who tricked him into immigrating with his family. He ended up working as a decorator for a Chinese foreman in the United States for over ten years.”
Charlie smiled and said, “They were all scammed by immigration companies. You should know that immigration companies are like legal scams. Like real scams, they run a business sending people abroad.”
“First they describe how great the outside world is, making people want to go out, then to get them to go out, they pay them high prices.”
“They will never make money from the super-rich, because the super-rich know the outside world far better than the top brass of the immigration companies, and it is impossible for them to cheat them.”
“Their targets are those who have little understanding of the outside world, but always feel that the moon outside is rounder than the moon at home.”
“These people probably only have a total net worth of a few hundred thousand, and the immigration company will take half of that.”
“For immigration companies, they don’t care whether these people can survive abroad. As long as they can make money, it doesn’t matter.”
Orvel nodded thoughtfully and said, “There are people who know they’re going to hurt others, but they don’t care just for the sake of money. They really have no conscience!”
Isaac couldn’t help but laugh. “Orvel, this isn’t your style. I remember you often did things like this in Aurous Hill back then. Wasn’t there someone named Zhou Huaxin who specialized in P2P financial management?”
“He’ll lure seniors into joining him with promises of high interest rates, then launder the money and turn it into investment losses. You’re the one supporting him, aren’t you? How many seniors’ savings have been wasted?”
When Orvel heard him mention this, his face immediately turned red, all the way down to his neck. He immediately said, “Mr. Chen, you don’t understand the situation. It wasn’t like that back then. That bastard Zhou Huaxin started his own P2P company and asked me to invest.”
“He didn’t tell me what kind of business he was in, just said that he could give me some shares and dividends, and that he needed me to help him solve this problem.”
“I had no idea he was running a business like that. And after Mr. Wade contacted me, I never got involved again…”
Charlie smiled and said, “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. It’s better to admit your mistakes and correct them. Old Man Chen, please don’t bring up the past.”
Issac said cheerfully, “Sir, you’re right. I was just teasing him to see how he’d react.”
Orvel wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, “Thanks to Teacher Wade for stopping me in time, otherwise I would have made a big mistake…”
Charlie smiled silently, his eyes fixed on a house on the side of the road not far away. The door suddenly opened, and a boy of about eighteen or nineteen came out carrying a baseball bat.
Charlie glanced at the black and white ID photo on the printed information and said, “That man is the main perpetrator, Bruce Brown.”
As he spoke, Bruce Brown whistled a few times on the side of the road, and several boys, a few years younger, quickly came out of some nearby houses.
Charlie smiled and said, “Hey, the boss just whistled and all the henchmen downstairs came up. Old Man Chen is chasing them to see what they’ll do!”