Chapter 19: Small Business in High School

In October, New York had an early snowfall, the first snow of the winter.

It's a pity that I couldn't keep it, I can still see a little white last night, and it disappeared after a night, only the garbage in the alley can still see some evidence of snow.

The cold wave that has been coming and going from the north has come and gone as fast as possible, and the long cold winter that has lasted for several months has begun.

I got up early the next morning, woke up at 6:40, stayed in bed for half an hour before starting to dress, and during brushing my teeth, Ye Dongqing found that the sky was clear.

The living conditions of the dilapidated house with a monthly rent of $550 are similar to those of the slums, and the sunlight does not shine into his room, so that it is extremely cold.

To put it mildly, his storeroom used to be more comfortable than this apartment, and in order to make money from old Sam and avoid going back and forth, he probably had to endure it a little longer.

Pack up your things, throw a big bag of money in the trash, cover it with waste paper, and then go out with peace of mind.

When he passed by the reception room, he saw that the old man was not there, so he casually put a box that had been packed last night and placed it on the table belonging to Old Sam, marked with his name. I've already checked, the entrance includes the stairway, etc., the whole building is not monitored, old Sam is old, he can't accept those new gadgets, the most important thing is that he still expects to collect cash to evade taxes, how can he find himself uncomfortable, it's not fun to leave evidence.

The box contained the Patek Philippe watch, which not only cashed in the watch, but also helped the old man clean it for 30,000 dollars, which was a good deal that killed two birds with one stone.

He even thought of a reason, and if old Sam asked why it wasn't cash, he replied that the amount was too small to be worth the effort, so he bought a watch in a whole way, which made sense.

Wait at the bus stop for a bus that goes straight to the entrance of Manhattan International High School, which takes about seven minutes.

Of course, during the most congested hours of work, it is rare to arrive within 10 minutes.

Ye Dongqing belongs to the small group of "good students" with the best grades in the school, the teachers know that he has to prepare for the exam, and occasionally being late is not a big problem, sitting in the back of the bus with a leisurely expression, tinkering with the new mobile phone he just bought yesterday.

Looking back on the whole middle school stage, there are not many things worth his nostalgia, in his previous life, a good life began when he took the wrong path and had money in his pocket.

Although it is quite realistic, most of the time, happiness is indeed directly proportional to the amount of wealth. You can't be happy in a crowded bus, and you can't be happy in a dirty apartment, which is why people need to be motivated – materially and spiritually.

As soon as he sat in the classroom, he began to read, and most of the questions were firmly grasped, and he wanted to temporarily hold on to his feet and strive for a higher score.

The other students laughed and played, and the classroom was a mess, with the most yellow faces and the rest black. As a victim of the "racial integration project", each class was forced to assign a similar number of students of all ethnic groups, which was said to allow people of different colors to blend.

In fact, it didn't work, the blacks had a circle, the Chinese also formed a circle, the yellow-skinned students sat in the front row, the black students consciously sat back, and the white students and Latino students were in an awkward position in the class, and the number was very small.

In the past, Ye Dongqing didn't like to contact with his classmates, the day school curriculum, there was no such thing as a "fixed class", and there were teachers in private schools, and in this public garbage school, they didn't even have a class teacher.

Between each table, there is a corridor, and today he grabbed the third row by the window, and sat with his head bowed without saying a word, quite a bit of a nerdy temperament.

Judging from the appearance alone, it doesn't look like a character who will swallow his anger when he is bullied, and he lacks parental love when he grows up, so that he has a precocious personality and treats problems very calmly. So since I went to school until today, I haven't been bullied much, and I belong to the kind of people who actively marginalize themselves, and they are very low-key.

Bullying is rife on American campuses, with students often locked in toilets and bookcases, and teachers in poor schools who are powerless to even attend classes.

The chaotic classroom does not look like an atmosphere that can cultivate talents.

The starting line exists as early as when everyone is born, but any American parent with a little strength will choose to send their children to a good school, even if it is not a private one, a top-ranked public school.

The two cousins and cousins of Aunt Ye Dongqing's family are both studying in ordinary private schools, and it is strange that he will have a good impression of his aunt and uncle if he is biased like this.

Since he was a child, he understood that he could only rely on himself, and if he was not reborn and developed according to the original historical trajectory, he should give up on himself next year and accidentally embark on the road of money laundering to make a living.

Once again, I still choose to start from the gray industry, but money laundering for ordinary charter companies and money laundering for drug lords and politicians are two different things, the former is less risky, and will not force yourself into a dilemma, as long as you are careful enough, you can stop at any time.

Since he can help others launder money, it is of course easier to launder money for himself, the first pot of gold must be washed cleanly, and now he only has tens of thousands of dollars in his hand, not to the point where he needs to be careful, not counting the 30,000 US dollars in cash, there are only more than 20,000 US dollars in the account, who cares about such a small amount of money.

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Looking at the book carefully, time flies quite quickly.

Hardly listening to what the teacher said, Ye Dongqing was immersed in the sea of questions and went through the key points of mathematics.

Every time they change classes, they have to change classrooms, leaving only a few minutes in between, so students like to prepare their textbooks for half a day in advance and walk around in their arms, so as not to waste time and go to the cabinet to get them.

At noon, set aside a 50-minute break, lunch break is included, and school is usually left early in the afternoon.

The American elementary school curriculum is very relaxed, and when you reach middle school, you suddenly become nervous, and if you don't want to go to college, you can choose to give up on yourself and spend a few years leisurely. And students who aspire to enter universities, especially prestigious universities, have a very heavy learning task, which has nothing to do with the word "easy".

Buy a burger and climb the stairs to the rooftop.

The school is full of mess, the area is not large, the number of students is very large, and the teacher-student ratio is as high as 1:35, which is one of the bad manifestations of the school. Not only are the students reluctant to come, but any teacher with some ambition and strength will not choose to stay in this public school.

I haven't done the topic for a long time, and my brain hurts after doing too much, so Ye Dongqing came to the rooftop quietly.

I don't know if it was good luck or bad luck, but I happened to see Miss Laura Fisher reach out and take the money and stuff a small package into the hands of a male student.

He unexpectedly saw this campus transaction, and Laura's eyes also stayed on Ye Dongqing......