Money is a good thing, no one can do without it, as the so-called poor and lowly couples mourn, it can be said that all contradictions in human society are inseparable from the factor of money. However, for an ordinary person, he may not know how to use the thousands of assets brought by getting rich overnight.

People who have money, but don't know how to use it to enjoy life, are equivalent to brocade clothes walking at night, and they are useless. But people who have money, but only know how to use it to enjoy life, often can't keep their wealth, for this kind of person, the loser is secondary, and the worse situation is the end of losing money.

Therefore, spending money, to put it mildly, is to dominate money, which is actually a technology, but also a philosophy, and of course, it can also be said that it is an art.

"Reuben, I need you to use this opportunity to connect with the people at Police Department 72, the Port Authority, and even City Hall," Adele said, sitting on the edge of the bed, gathering the dollars scattered on the bed, "You must use the money to make them realize that this dock is in your hands more than someone else's." ”

"Police Station 72?" Reuben said with some uncertainty at the corners of his mouth, "Adele, I'm an illegal immigrant, and I don't even have a legal identity in New York, so let me deal with those cops, it's ......"

"Why, are you afraid that they will send you to immigration?" Adair smiled, and he said disapprehantly, "Don't worry, Reuben, if you're a poor ghost, those cops may care about your identity, if you're a rich miser, they may care about your identity too, but if you're a rich person who is willing to spend money on them, then they will only care about your money, not your identity." ”

"Then how am I going to spend money on them?

"Hehe, direct bribery is not the best choice to please others," Adel shook his head and said, "You should understand what the target you need to please needs most, and only by understanding this, can you find the right direction and establish contact with the target in the shortest time." ”

Looking at Reuben's dazed expression, Adel also knew that what he said was too general. The bribery methods of these years are still very low-level, and the methods of those medical representatives in later generations do not exist at all. But it doesn't matter, buying off public servants is a long-term process after all, and Adair thinks he still has plenty of time to train Ruben.

"Well, you can't understand it simply," Adair thought for a moment and changed his plan, "In the last two days, you have collected information about the 72nd Bureau and the Port Authority, mainly the information of those important responsible persons, this information must be detailed, especially their family situation, and it must be clarified." ”

It was a bit difficult to do, and Ruben hesitated, but in the end, he didn't say anything, and took the task.

"In the future, it will be very critical for us," Adel stood up, fumbled and took out the bag of 555, scattered around, and lit another one for himself, before continuing, "We may encounter a lot of trouble, and even on this dock, there is bloodshed, but as long as we get through this level, we can find a new world." ”

"Is this encouraging us?" asked Collifford, blankly.

"Even if it's true, but ......," Adair said with a smile. However, he was only halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by shouting from outside.

The shouting was clearly coming from outside the residence, it was noisy, and it wasn't in English, so that Adel couldn't understand it.

"The union guys are coming!" Adel didn't understand, but Ruben did, and he jerked up from his bed, and walked out.

Adel didn't speak, just walked out of the bedroom after Ruben.

The group walked out of their residence, and naturally Ruben's cronies followed them on the way, but on the way out, Adair grabbed Clifford, and the two deliberately fell behind—the fight was a struggle between Latin American immigrants and the local white union on the docks of Hell's Kitchen, and it was not appropriate for Adel and Clifford to be on Ruben's side.

Outside Ruben's house, the nearby shantytown was already boiling, and a large number of migrants, men and women, young and old, dressed in rags and dark-skinned, rushed out of the plank-made shacks and rushed all the way to the west side of the wharf.

As the head of these immigrants, Ruben and his men quickened their pace, almost trotting all the way to the west.

Instead of following, Adair and Clifford followed the ramp onto the road outside the pier, standing on the elevated riverside avenue and looking out over the pier to the west.

The location is very good, the high terrain expands the view, and standing on the extension of the road, you can overlook almost half of the docklands.

Seriously, this is the first time that Adair has overlooked the entire docklands during the day, and in the line of sight, the entire docklands is divided into two parts by the No. 5 trestle. A large part of the east side is like a dirty and messy slum, with wooden houses and tin sheds, like collapsed building blocks, scattered on the dock. The scene of the residents' ragged clothes drying in the wind on the rooftops of the buildings is indescribable.

On the west side of the wharf, near the No. 5 trestle, there were already people gathered at this time, a large area of black and black, and in the crowd, two wooden houses had already ignited a fire, and the billowing smoke gathered into a pillar of smoke, which was blown by the wind on the Hudson River on the northwest side, leaving a horsetail-shaped smoke trail in the air.

"There won't be any more deaths, will we?" said Clifford, holding his pergola in his hand, looking out over the crowd for a moment, and muttering worriedly.

Adel didn't speak, in his opinion, it was normal to take a human life, after all, there were too many potential interests in this dock, and compared to these benefits, how much money was human life worth?

The crowd gathered near Pier 5 was clearly divided into two parts, the smaller group on the west side, all dock workers in blue overalls, all trade unionists and, of course, local whites. On the east side of the plank road, more people gathered, this group of people did not have a uniform uniform, and even the clothes they wore were tattered, from a distance, it was obvious that it was a ragtag army, but in terms of numbers, they were several times that of the opposite group of workers.

The two groups were divided into east and west parts by the extension line of the No. 5 trestle bridge, and between the two groups, a clearing more than ten meters wide was left, and on this open space, two tracked bulldozers were parked, and in front of the bulldozers, there were also some wooden planks and iron sheets.

Apparently, in the face of the migrant workers' strike, the dock unions took action, and instead of negotiating with anyone on Reuben's side, they went straight to bulldozers and bulldozed several shacks of migrants. They are forcing workers to work under the threat of eviction.

The confrontation between the two sides seems to have retained rationality, and although there are throwing stones and wine bottles at each other, there is no direct contact brawl, which shows that the situation is controllable.

The two watched on the highway for a while, and vaguely heard the sound of sirens coming from far and near.

"The police are here," Clifford said cautiously, looking back.

"Don't worry," Adair said with a smile as she glanced at him, "they're not targeting the two of us. ”

"I'm worried about Reuben," Clifford said, touching his nose.

"Trust me, the police won't do anything," Adel said lightly, still looking at the crowd.

Adair's prediction was accurate, but a minute or two later, six black Dodge Vipers appeared on the road at the edge of the dock — almost all Dodges were used by the New York Police Department, similar to almost all Ford police cars in Los Angeles, and the reason was simple, because Chrysler, who had just bought Dodge last year, was pro-Democrat, while Ford was the opposite.

Six police cars circled along the road outside the pier and finally stopped less than 50 meters away from Adele.

A dozen policemen quickly disembarked from several police cars, each carrying rubber batons in their hands and pistols pinned to their waists. A sergeant-like guy said something to the policemen, and then the policemen split up in small groups and dispersed in place. Two of the policemen walked straight towards where Adair was standing, gesturing to Adel as they went, as if to get them to leave.

"Hey, don't stand here, get out of here," a police officer who looked to be in his thirties said to Adair, "There's nothing to get you excited about." ”

Adel glanced at Collifford, and the two turned and crossed the road to the opposite sidewalk.

The policemen had no intention of entering the dock, and the two policemen who had chased away Adair and Clifford walked directly to the entrance of the dock, and then leaned against the railing of the embankment and lit cigarettes.

"Clifford," Clifford whispered, taking a step toward Clifford's side, "Remember what I just asked you to do?"

"Find two deadly fellows," Clifford said, still staring at the two policemen, without looking back.

"yes, do you know what to make them do?" Adair continued.

"You didn't say that," Clifford said, looking back, a little confused.

"We need to make things bigger on this dock," Adel said, holding his chin with one hand raised, "and the current strike alone obviously doesn't carry enough weight, so ......"

Taking a step towards Clifford, Adel leaned into his ear and muttered something to him.

"Are you crazy?!" Clifford was obviously taken aback by him, and a pair of eyes instantly widened, and at the same time, he lost his voice, "Ruben will definitely not agree!"

"He'll agree," Adel said with a nonchalant smile, "and you'll just do what I say." ”