François and Fias walked home, and Cordier followed, but only after two steps, François stopped and said lightly: "Don't follow." ”

Cordier's temper was originally extremely short-tempered, and he couldn't light a fire, let alone light a fire, but for some reason, Cordil always felt that this brother of Fias had grown a terrible hair somewhere, which made him tremble.

"Ah...... Ah, I'm not going. As soon as François spoke, as if instinctively, Caudir immediately nodded his head.

Fias was in high spirits.

Fias likes Cordier, Cordil has a fierce appearance, but he really likes her, she is single-minded, and she never messes with flowers, but Cordier's hot temper is sometimes really not so pleasant.

Now it's okay, in front of the second brother, Kodil is like a mouse meeting a cat, obedient.

Fias grabbed his brother's arm and said, "François, Cordier is my boyfriend, he should come." ”

It seemed that his sister and Cordier had a good relationship, and François looked at Cordier twice and said, "Come on." ”

Cordil smiled, not looking hungry at all.

On the way, every time he met someone, Fias said loudly and proudly: "It's my second brother, François!" ”

Stepping on the land of his hometown, for the first time, François was in a better mood and he felt happy to have a sister who could be doted on.

Their home was at the west end of the town, on the side.

"Fias, how are you in the family?" Nothing left, François asked.

Fias said happily: "Okay, it's all good, you will send money back every three or five days, and the family will not worry about food or clothing, and your parents will be worried about you." ”

Along the way, Fias began to chatter, the eldest brother's children fought, and the brother-in-law beat his sister...... By the way, in the six years that François has been away from home, his parents have added three more siblings to François.

When they got home, the family cried and laughed, and François felt happy and warm.

The family may have such and such shortcomings, but they all take care of the family, are very protective of the family, and dare to work hard for the sake of the family, regardless of men and women.

Three days later, François figured out everything going on in the house, and then he began to clean up the house.

Most of the men here have a problem of beating women, and during the years of living in China, François could not tolerate this kind of thing at all, except for his father, who taught him a lesson and established a new family style.

If you want to establish a family style, the fist comes first, and the money comes second. François took his eldest brother, two brothers-in-law, and Cordier to the hospital, and then threw another $500 at each of them.

Five hundred dollars is an astronomical amount for them, and they have to earn ten or eight years without eating or drinking.

Carrots and sticks are always an invincible combination, and it is naturally more than enough to establish a family style.

François's family became wealthy and became the richest man in the town, and François bought his family 2,000 acres of land.

François stayed at home for half a month, and during this half month, he not only settled everything for his family, but also sorted out the town of Mel and established the unshakable position of old François in the town of Mel.

François brought back $10,000, and half a month later, he left the rest of the money to his mother, and then, with only $200, went on the road.

François was going to the United States, to New York, he was going to the United States, of course, smuggling.

After crossing the border line, there was some trouble, and he encountered a small team of US Coast Guards who were arresting smugglers, and François was not polite and brutally killed all seven American GIs without mercy.

For Americans, of course, specifically referring to white Americans, François did not have the slightest favor, and the evil of his ancestors should not be blamed on the descendants, but the descendants not only did not admit that their ancestors did evil, but also dressed themselves up as saints, and continued to do evil, so what is there to say, if you provoke him, you will kill him.

After killing people, François either took a bus or hitchhiked all the way to New York, the most prosperous city in the United States.

When he arrived in New York, François did nothing, he roamed the streets all day, he wanted to know the city thoroughly.

At night, François lay on the bed of a cheap hotel, thinking with his eyes closed.

At this point, François has completed the transformation of identity, he has adapted to the new identity, he is no longer part of the Razor Group, he is now François, and he does not obey anyone.

If the organization asked him to be a member of the organization, not only would he not be dissatisfied, but he would be very willing, but the organization did not, and the organization gave him freedom.

From now on, his relationship with the organization is that of a collaborator, and he can do whatever he wants as long as it doesn't endanger the organization.

Now, whether it is for the organization or for himself, the first thing he has to do is to build up his own power, and to build his own power, he must make money.

The fastest way to make money is to follow the line given to him by the organization - drug trafficking. If he goes this way, he will immediately become a big drug lord.

However, François did not want to take shortcuts, and he did so out of pride as well as for other longer-term reasons.

During these six years in China, François developed a strong sense of family and country, he wanted to do something for his country, for his compatriots, and he longed for his compatriots to live like the Chinese.

In François's mind, China, specifically the area around Yanjing, was the end of his dream.

François had not felt this before, but in the town of Mel, this feeling of family and country suddenly exploded.

Moreover, more and more intensely.

While training in the Razor Group, François learned not only the art of killing, but also many other things, such as business.

François learned a completely different knowledge of business, he did not learn any business theory, and the instructors who taught them business did not tell any theory, only stories.

Those stories are classic cases of doing business for thousands of years, and these cases contain real business wisdom.

François was a genius and was well suited to this style of teaching, and he benefited a lot.

Where to start?

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The sun was good.

François crouched down in front of a newsstand.

Behind the newsstand sat a guy with a blue nose and swollen face, but it was evident that the stall owner was not very old, no more than eighteen years old.

Every now and then, the stall owner had to keep his eyes open vigorously, and he looked at François and said with certainty: "You are not here to buy the newspaper." ”

François said: "Not really. ”

Examining François closely, the stall owner added, "You're not one of those sons of bitches either." ”

François said: "Absolutely not. ”

"And who are you?" The stall owner's tone finally changed to a question.

"My name is François."

The stall owner was taken aback and asked, "You are the one Gozciniak said to sell the newspaper for me?" ”

François smiled and nodded.

It's a big bear, but it's very kind.

No wonder, with such a big body, if he wasn't too good, how could he sell newspapers for him?

Zvi opened his eyes vigorously again, and said to the kind big bear: "Oh, you are Polish? ”

"I never said that." The kind big bear replied casually in Polish.

"But you're speaking Polish!"

"That's true." Big Bear Road.

Zvi spat on the ground, shook his head, and said, "No one but the Poles speak Polish, and no one will go to trouble learning Polish unless absolutely necessary." ”

Silent.

"Sit down, for God's sake! Just sit on the steps. How can a person grow so tall and strong, you are just squatting, I am dizzy when I look at it. By the way, what did you say your name was just now? ”

"François."

"François what?"

"It's François."

At this time, a man came over to buy a magazine, apparently a regular customer, and after the man finished buying the magazine, he asked Zvi what was wrong.

Zvi replied that he had fallen under a train while riding the subway, but it was nothing, everything was normal, but the subway was more seriously injured, and I was afraid that it was enough to choke.

In fact, it was very difficult for Zvi to stand there, he endured great pain, and after a while he had to gasp for breath and open his light blue eyes wide.

"Okay, then call you François." Zvi said: "Gozchiniak said to me, you are ok. Usually he doesn't mention that just everyone says that. Have you ever sold newspapers? ”

"Never."

"Have you sold anything else before?"

"Sold cigarettes."

At this time, there were more customers who bought newspapers and periodicals, and Zvi had to endure more pain, the bruises on his face were not remarkable, they looked strange and scary, but he could bear it, but the wound in his chest was almost fatal, and he wanted to scream in pain.

Moreover, his back and his left hand were also in severe pain, and the three big men had jumped on them one after another with their feet in large leather shoes, and his left hand could not be used at all, not even to find money.

"Alright then, you've got something to do anyway. I'm going to walk away for a day or two, no more, do you have the ability to read? ”

"Quite fine." After François finished speaking, he guessed what question the other party would ask next, so before Zvi could ask, he replied: "Yes, he can also read English." ”

Glancing at François, Zvi asked, "I haven't heard of you before, how did you know Gozchiniak?" ”

"His brother was a truck driver, and we came to New York together from Memphis, Tennessee. Can I call you Zvi? I don't know your last name. ”

Zvi said his official name, an unbelievable surname that had nearly driven immigration officials insane years ago.

The big bear raised his eyebrows, smiled, and asked, "How do you spell this surname?" ”

"It's as awkward as the pronunciation," said Zvi, "I'll spell it to you, lad......" He had to pause for a moment, his chest aching like a hammer.

After a pause, Zvi opened his eyes again and said, "I hope that Gozcinyak's introduction to you is correct, and this is also for my sake, and I hope that when I come out of the hospital, I can see that my newsstand is still in this place......"

"Don't worry, when you come out of the hospital, I promise it will be there."

Big Bear's words were still plain, but suddenly, Zvi felt a little unusual, he felt that Big Bear didn't seem to be as kind as it seemed.

Zvi stared into the other's light brown eyes for several seconds before a young woman asked for The New Yorker magazine and he turned away.

The young woman is not pretty, but she has big breasts and round buttocks, and she is very plump and sultry. When they were face to face, Zvi didn't dare to stare at them, and when the young woman turned away with the impurities, his eyes turned into two hooks.

François laughed silently, Zvi still had this thought at this time, and it seemed that the injury was not serious.

Turning the corner, the young woman was out of sight, and Zvi turned his face.

Zvi was laughing, smiling.

Despite the blue and swollen lips, the high bulge of one cheek, and the crumbling of several teeth, he was smiling.

François had been watching Zvi all the time.

He is a big expert, and he knows that Zvi was beaten like this yesterday, and he can't sleep at all, and he must not have closed his eyes all night.

Zvi was still laughing at this moment, not laughing at the meat ball, not laughing at him, this is Zvi laughing at his own bad luck.

After a beating, after not sleeping all night the night, exhausted by the accumulated pain and nervous tension, he suddenly stopped struggling to support himself, and sat down against the wall, gently rubbing his left hand with his fingers, and then massaging his chest.

"Your hand is broken and it has to be immobilized. Your ribs are also broken, perhaps pressing on your back, and your cheekbones are shattered, not to mention your teeth, and you should go to the hospital right away. Sitting on the steps, François slowly and methodically stated a simple fact.

Zvi's head hung in pain, he didn't look at François, and said, "So that someone else can take my newsstand?" ”

At this moment, Zvi's words were just a final gesture, he was on the verge of collapse, and he was about to collapse completely.

"I can take you to the hospital," the big bear's voice seemed to come from a distance, from a far, far away place.

"Do you want to leave the newsstand behind?"

"From the time I take you to the hospital until you come back, you can have Gozcinyak's son take care of the newsstand. That's it, let's go. The tone of the big bear was unquestionable, and it was impossible to resist.

"Those bitches who beat me like this will come tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, they told me." Zvi muttered.

"I'll take care of that, too," replied Big Bear in very pure and somewhat bookish English, "don't worry, I'll put all my energy into it." ”

After a while, El Ni, the youngest son of Gozcinyak, arrived.

The little guy was only nine years old, with curly hair, very cute, and Zvi took the little guy a few more words, so that the big bear took him to the hospital.

After settling Zvi, François left the hospital.

Standing on the corner of the street, François watched quietly.

When the little one stands behind the newsstand, he smiles like an angel when a guest comes up to him, and when there are no guests, the little one stands quietly.

On the one hand, François's heart is very hard, and he will never blink when he kills, but on the other hand, his heart is very soft, and his heart is sour when he looks at the little guy behind the newsstand.

After looking at it for a while, François walked over, he touched the little one's head, and then shoved ten cents into the little one's hand.

The little one ran away with joy.

At dusk, François closed the newsstand and went back to the hospital.

Lying in the hospital bed, Zvi looked better.

"There's one dollar and eighty-three cents left." François dropped all the change on the bedside and said, "As we have agreed, I will leave ninety cents." ”

"Thank you." Zvi said, suddenly crying silently.

Zvi worked as an 11-year-old miner in his hometown, and after arriving in the world's most prosperous metropolis, he used to walk the streets of New York. He never expected anyone to help him, and the newsstand he had gotten — mere access — in fact, provided him with a shield from the cold at best, but it marked his rise to the top of society.

"Tell me what kind of people beat you." François asked.

"Don't let that heart go, boy! If they come again, all you have to do is tell them, 'You're selling newspapers for me.' I'll deal with them when I'm out of this damn hospital. At this time, Zvi's tone was still old-fashioned.

Zvi is using humor to maintain his self-esteem.

François smiled and said, "Please tell me about those people." ”

Sensing the unusualness of the big bear again, Zvi said: "There are three of them, all of them are from Melbury or Elizabeth Street, and they are very young, about twenty to twenty-two years old. They were armed with knives and those spiked metal guys in their hands, and the first time they came to me was three weeks ago. I wasn't the only Polish newsseller they'd ever looked for, they also looked for Gozchiniak, Kowalski on Fifth Street, and the Altman brothers in Union Square......"

Zvi gave many names: "They asked us to pay one dollar a day each, and two dollars for a big family like Gozcinyak." Damn, there are nearly 200 newspaper vendors like us in the South Side of Manhattan alone, which means we have to spend at least $300 a day to feed those bad guys! ”

"It's true that some people make eight to ten dollars a day! If your newsstand is located in front of Times Square or Central Station, that amount of money is easy to earn. But for us, spitting out an extra dollar is enough to choke and cost us our lives. That's the money plus the fifty cents of dollars we paid the Irish......"

"What Irishman?"

"The people who brought us the newspapers."

The three largest newspapers in New York merged their distribution systems, and the Irish took over the business.

"We have no choice at all, François, we can't get the newspaper to sell without paying. Everybody pays, so we can't afford to spend more, so we're paying two and a half cents a day......."

François asked Zvi all sorts of questions, and then corroborated what he had learned, and he felt more and more that the business was really good and that it would be a success.

Coming out of the hospital, François decided that his first pot of gold would start at Zvi's small newsstand.

(To be continued)