Brownsville, in the Brooklyn District, was one of Brooklyn's communities known for its poor public safety, long-term poverty, and severe gang problems.
"Is this the building you're planning to buy?"
Li Wei looked at the old red brick building before him, its exterior walls mottled and a pipe leaking in the corner, then turned his head to Don Quixote in the driver's seat.
"Yes, that's right," Don Quixote said, looking at the dilapidated building with great satisfaction. "This will be the starting point of our future success."
It was Monday afternoon.
After a relaxing and pleasant weekend, Don Quixote and Susan had returned from Delaware.
As soon as he got back, Don Quixote had excitedly dragged Li Wei here. He looked left and right, immensely pleased.
"But looking at Jose, it's not like success is guaranteed, is it?" Li Wei said casually. "He's not James Bond or the Green Arrow. There's no way he can promise to get that ledger."
