"John Hinckley?!"

It seems that the Federal Reserve Bank is not the only familiar thing...

"Hey! Come here and get a newspaper!"

After calling the newsboy on the roadside, Carter bought a local Dallas daily...

Old John Hinckley's news... no, to be precise, it should be an advertisement. The content is very simple: as long as it is an expert in psychiatry or psychology... or even a casual person who has studied this knowledge,

Everyone is welcome to attend the interview at the Herard Manor on the outskirts of the city. Regardless of whether the interview is passed or not, the Herard Manor will continue to provide meals for every visitor 24 hours a day...

"Isn't this the father of the gunman who assassinated Ronald Reagan?"

After paying the change to the newsboy, Laiwante put his head next to Carter and praised loudly:

"Their family is still rich, and they continue to provide meals throughout the week... Carter, our lunch seems to be in order!"

"Did you watch the news this morning too?"

Carter didn't care about the free lunch. He bought this newspaper just for fun. Hearing that Wante seemed to be understanding, Carter handed the newspaper to him smoothly.

"What news?"

He took the newspaper in a daze and followed Carter's footsteps. Laiwante chased and asked. As for the other little brothers, they also hurriedly kept up with the elder...

Although, they don't understand the meaning of Carter walking around at the foot of the office buildings in the city...

"It's about the shooter, John Hinckley, who was acquitted."

They have already been found not guilty, why do we need so many psychiatrists and psychiatrists?!

Carter felt a little guilty in his heart. If he said that the verdict had not been issued, he would have to provide some perjury, or seek the opinions of some experts in this field. Perhaps it would be reasonable for Old John to do this. Now...

"You can be acquitted of assassinating the president?! Are you sure you're not kidding us?!"

"Just look at the newspaper in your hand and you will know!"

Carter shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the newspaper in Levante's hand.

“The first page, the headline on the front page is this news!”

"Huge gift crab~ These damn rich people are now even starting to play tricks on the judiciary..."

"Oh, the American judiciary is a bitch..."

The news of John Hinckley's acquittal quickly became a hot topic among several young brothers. There were some who cursed the American judiciary and cursed that all rich people deserve to die. For a while, it became very lively.

..

Carter, on the other hand, hadn't paid much attention to these things at this time. Looking at the tall buildings around him, Carter had been thinking about Douglas's future development direction...

The Dallas-Fort Worth conglomerate has always been a target for Carter to draw lessons from. In fact, the Dallas metropolitan area includes more than two cities, including Arlington, and its coverage area reaches 12 counties.

With a population of over six million...

In his lifetime, Carter felt that it would be difficult for him to see that scene. He also did not expect to turn the so-called Douglas-Pearson Commonwealth into a metropolis with a population of six million...

Carter is very satisfied with having a permanent population of two million!

However, after briefly walking into Dallas, Carter's psychological expectations had to drop again: One million! One million people is enough!

There is no other reason. Dallas has oil resources, but what does Douglas have?

Pine?

Pine wood and oil...

Forget it, forget it, this comparison is not a comparison...

In addition to the differences in business structure, there was another discovery in Dallas that slightly cheered up Carter's mood: the proportion of Latinos on the streets!

This is just like the increase in the number of homeless people on the roadside in Atlanta. On the streets of Dallas... No, it should be said that in Texas, there are originally a lot of Latinos. But no matter how many Latinos there are, there are still very few.

It’s hard to see this happening now: almost four out of ten people on the road are Latino, with a high proportion!

Unlike oil, which they cannot get involved in for the time being, these Latinos...

This is all business!

Compared to inefficiently transporting people to Georgia, opening a prison in Texas doesn't seem to be out of the question...

After secretly keeping this in mind, Carter wandered around again and returned to the place where the previous few people parked:

"Let's go, it's almost enough to see here. Let's go to the Dallas Airport to see it, and then go to Fort Worth from there!"

"Ah? Is this the end?!"

"It's over. Today is just to kill time. It's not market research. There's no need to check in detail. Besides, if you want to do market research, just looking at it is useless! At least, it's useless to look at it on the roadside!"

"oh oh..."

After hearing what Carter said, Laiwante said no more. He got in the car and headed west...

"Shall we go to Fort Worth for lunch at noon? It will take a while to get there!"

"Are you hungry? If so, just eat over there at the airport."

Carter turned his head and looked at everyone and asked. The Dallas International Airport, located between Dallas and Fort Worth, is indeed a good place to eat. Of course... this is if you don't worry about money...

"The hotel at the airport is too expensive! Why don't we go to Herard Manor... If we pretend to be students from Southern Methodist University, or fresh graduates, they won't make things difficult for us."

"Besides, the food there should be good. After all, this is Vanderbilt! It's famous for not treating money as money!"

"Carter, I think it's not bad. I know you have money, but you should save money instead of spending money! Someone is treating you to dinner, why don't we go?"

When a topic is opened, it is often difficult to take it back. Looking at the three pairs of expectant eyes, Carter helplessly spread his hands:

"Okay, it's up to you! Does any of you know where that manor is?"

"Woohoo! I don't know, but we can find a convenience store later, stop and ask, or buy a map!"

"Oh, if I had known about such a good thing, I shouldn't have eaten in the morning."

"It's okay, Nate. Didn't it say it in the newspaper? Old John is here to treat us for a whole week. We'll just come back tomorrow..."

...

...

When we detoured to Herard Manor for lunch, nothing unexpected happened.

Several impostors adhere to the principle of being low-key and eating in a high-profile manner. Unless necessary, they will silently put various foods on their plates. According to Carter's observation, there are actually quite a few impostors at the buffet-style banquet...

On the lawn in front of the manor, there are people eating and drinking. The waiters passing the dishes are eager to run to satisfy the abyss of these prostitutes. Those who actually enter the main building of the manor to participate in the so-called interview,

On the contrary, there are pitifully few...

At least, after nearly forty minutes of feasting, Carter had noticed that there were less than five people entering the main building, including those coming out!

What Old John did was a waste of resources to the extreme...

It’s true that Dallas leads good people and spreads wealth! This is it!


Chapter completed!