Just as Adair walked over, seven or eight paces away from the two policemen, the two policemen had already noticed it, and they turned around and looked at Adair with a frown.

"Mr. two policemen," Adair said with his hands raised and made a gesture of surrender, smiling "I have something I would like to discuss with you, and you will see if you can make it easier." ”

"What's the matter?" One of the policemen let go of the Jew he was holding in his hand and walked over to Adair, who saw two bills in his hand, both of which were worth 100, which was not a small amount of money for them policemen.

"This Jew," Adel said, gesturing at the Jew, "I know him, and he helped me before, so I ......"

"How else can this liar help you?" The policeman who came over subconsciously looked back and sneered, "You are also a Jew?" ”

"No, no, no, I'm Irish, an Irishman who grew up in New York," Adel said as he greeted the policeman, quietly shoved two bills into his hand, and continued, "Do me a favor and let me repay him for his past kindness." ”

"Are you Irish?" The policeman took the banknote, but looked at Adel and asked, "I'm Irish, too." ”

"Oh, my hometown is in Dublin," Adair said, and to tell the truth, he did come to the United States from Dublin.

"Ha, I'm from Dublin too," said the policeman with a look of surprise, "Evan Berg, on the banks of the Rio Grande." ”

"That's a little far away, I'm in Elishdun," Adel laughed.

"Ah, I used to be there, of course, at a very young age, and I remember there was a lighthouse there," the policeman said, looking pleased.

"The St. Clair Lighthouse, I heard it's been demolished now," Adel said, shaking his hand.

"That's right, St. Clair Lighthouse," the policeman said, patting his head, "that's the name, I remember." ”

"Evenson, what should I do with this Jewish pig?" At this moment, the policeman, who was still by the guardrail of the bridge, asked loudly.

"Let him go, this kid is lucky today," the policeman glanced back, and then flicked the money in his hand, and then replied, and then, said to Adair, "For your sake, spare him today, but you have to be careful of this guy, it's better to stay away from him, all Jewish pigs can't be trusted, be careful that he cheats your purse empty." ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Adair said with a smile.

"Well, I'll see you later," the policeman nodded at him, beckoning to his man, "let's go, Sackville, let's go have tea." ”

Of course, the police in New York are more brutal, because a large part of them have spent money in the Tammony Association, and they have bought positions with money, and of course they have to find a way to earn it back after taking office.

Seeing the two policemen walk away, Adel sighed and turned to walk over to the Jew who had fallen to the ground. This guy was obviously beaten badly, the corners of his mouth and nose were full of blood, and he coughed twice from time to time, and he didn't know if he was beaten with internal injuries.

"Hey, are you alright?" Walking up to the Jew, Adel crouched down, reached out and patted him on the back, and asked.

"It's all right," replied the Jew, who struggled to turn over and lay there on his back, and then after a long time of deliberation before struggling to sit up. Perhaps because of the movement, he coughed violently again.

"Let's go see the doctor," Adair beckoned to Ruben and motioned for him to come over with some money, "I don't think you're doing well." ”

Ruben quickly walked over and handed over two $50 bills.

Adel took the money, shoved it into the Jew's hand, and patted him on the shoulder before getting up to leave.

"This gentleman," said the Jew suddenly, "have you come from New York to Philadelphia for business?" ”

"Huh?" Adel frowned slightly, stopped, and looked back at him.

"I listened to what you just said, and you said you were from New York," the Jew explained, "and my name is Islam Jabarin, and I am familiar with every part of Philadelphia, including the markets below. If the gentleman is here to do business, I can help you, I know a lot of people here. ”

After saying that, he added: "Of course, these are all free, I just want to repay you." ”

Adel looked at him, the two policemen had already said that this guy was a liar, of course, in the eyes of Americans today, probably all Jews are liars, so the policeman's statement is not reliable. However, out of prudence, Adel was still reluctant to entangle with this guy more.

"Thanks, but, no, we're not in business," said casually, Adair turned around, beckoned Ruben and the others, and walked along the approach bridge in the direction of the market.

The Jabarin was stunned on the ground, not knowing what he wanted to do, and struggled to his feet, following them as he went.

"Adele, that guy is following," Clifford was the first to notice, and he said to Adele, "Do you want to blast him away." ”

"Let him follow," Adel said absent-mindedly, shaking his head.

A group of people got off the bridge and walked to the entrance of the market, in fact, it is not the entrance of the market, this broken market has no planning, all of them are illegal, and the wooden houses are built on the river beach, and it can be said that there are entrances everywhere.

On the outskirts of the market are a number of vendors selling snacks, most of course, selling steaks on toast, a well-known local delicacy in Philadelphia. Clifford doesn't like toast steak, only donuts, and when he sees the donut seller, he can't walk, so he pulls his little lover to a stall selling donuts for the first time, and then remembers Reuben who is looking for money.

While they were buying the doughnuts, Adel looked around and inadvertently saw a sign hanging on a light pole, the sign was peddling real estate, although I don't know where these houses are, but the price is really very cheap.

"If you want to buy a property, it is not a good choice to look at this information," someone was talking to him, it was Jabarin, who had been following him, "Those real estate agents are not only vampires, but also very cunning, really good real estate, they will hide in their hands, and they will not get rid of it until they find the real wrongdoer." ”

Adel didn't have the idea of buying a property in Philadelphia, he just happened to see it.

"For example, this house in Maplehead, where people died just two months ago, a family of four, all died in one night," Jabarin, apparently without that eyesight, continued to his own mind, "and the house in Hardenfield, which had a problem with the foundation, and the floor of the master bedroom downstairs was leaking, and they simply repaired it and sold it again." ”

He turned his head to look at the other party and asked in surprise, "Are you a real estate agent?" ”

"I, of course not," Jabarin said, shrugging his shoulders, "I only make a living by giving people advice, and of course people who buy houses need to be consulted." ”

"And what advice do you provide?" Adel smiled and asked.

"Anything is available," Jabarin said with a sinister smile on his face as he raised his chin in the direction of Clifford, "for example, your friends, if they consulted me, I would tell them not to buy food here." ”

"Why?" Adel asked curiously.

"Because the people who sell food here are all French," Jabalin laughed, "and their suppliers are a group of waiters from restaurants and hotels." ”

Adair frowned, watching Clifford gulp down a doughnut and couldn't help but feel like throwing up.

What can waiters in restaurants and hotels offer? Naturally, there are leftovers, so take out the bread and the like that have been dumped in the trash, and then break it and stir it......

Uninterested in alerting Clifford to them, Adair forced himself to distract himself and said, "You know it well. ”

"Hehe," Jabarin smiled, but didn't say anything more.

"That'...... Jabarin, it's okay for me to call you that, right? Adel turned to the Jew and said.

"Of course," Jabarin said, nodding.

"My name is Adel Conlando, you can call me Adele," Adel introduced himself.

"Hello, Adal," Jabarin said with a smile as he stretched out his hand, if not for the bruises on his face.

"Hello," said Adair, shaking his hand, "then, I would like to ask you, if I want to buy a batch of clothes, well, I don't need to be very novel, the main thing is that the quality is reliable, of course, if the price can be cheap, it is the best, where should I buy it?" ”

"Costumes?" Jabarin scratched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Why did you choose Philadelphia if it was clothing?" There are better options in New York. ”

"Oh?" Adel let out a nonsensical one-tone sound, he hadn't heard of any major clothing wholesale locations in New York.

"Montclair, it's not far from Newark," Jabarin said as he reached out and dug around for it, first pulling out two palm-sized notebooks, flipping them through, muttering "not this," and then pulling out a small black leather notebook, and then he said, "Found it." ”

"That's right, it's Montclair," said Jabarin, flipping through his little book, "and there are plenty of cotton mills there, from men's Eton hats to women's Breton hats, from suits to gowns, to bias dresses and waddling skirts." The factories there mainly use fine cotton from Texas, and the workers employed are mostly Asian RBs and Chinese immigrants, so the workmanship is excellent and the prices are cheap. ”