"Boss! You finally came!"
In Zhao Hong's villa in Miami, Zhao Hong was incredibly excited.
"This time of the year," Xiu Nuo asked, "There aren't many tourists in Miami, are there? Why haven't I seen many people with pale skin?"
Zhao Hong waved his hand, "Minorities, you know, it's normal for their numbers to be fewer."
"White people? Minorities?"
How does that even connect?
"Yeah, didn't a large number of Miami folks move to Arizona? Oh, by the way, Old Wang, do you know how they're doing over there?"
Wang Fugui shook his head, "No idea, but I do know that a good number of my clients are cursing me."
Xiu Nuo glanced at Wang Fugui, "Cursing you?"
"Weren't you the one who put me in charge of these people relocating to Arizona, including their asset transfers?" Wang Fugui explained, "At first, things were fine when they arrived in Arizona. The State Government there provided strong support and policy backing, so naturally, a lot of people went there through me."
