Arthur saw the bags of white face, and then looked at Tru's panicked look, plus Artest's description just now, he had already guessed what was going on.

It's a black kid who accidentally picks up a windfall, but doesn't know how to cash it in. He had no channels to ship, couldn't find a reliable person to take over, and was unwilling to watch this bag of platinum go to waste, so he found his best friend Artest, hoping that he would come up with an idea.

Artest's father worked as a bodyguard for the black boss, but Atai didn't dare to find his father with this kind of thing, otherwise he would definitely get a beating. Although Atai knew some gang members, he was just some unruly gangsters. Moreover, the drug market in the black area is controlled by gangs. You pick up someone else's goods and sell them on someone else's land, and if you find out, you'll have one more body in the Hudson River the next day.

Out of righteous anger, Artest still wanted to do his friend a favor, and he thought of Arthur. Italian gangs and black gangs are completely two organizational systems, and Atay wants to sell the goods to the Italians and let them ship them, so that the person who loses the goods should not be able to find out.

Artey's idea is good, the Luciano family does run a part of the drug business, and if Arthur eats this batch of goods and lets Montolo get rid of it, he can make a small profit.

"How? I tried, it's pure, it's good quality. It should be from Mexico. Seeing that Arthur didn't speak, Tru took the initiative to speak, "I'll sell it to you at half the price in the market... A third is fine, just want to get rid of it. If you don't want ......"

Tru looked at Artest beside him, he was a little breathless, and wondered if the person Artest was looking for was reliable.

Artest whispered: "Don't worry, he's reliable." "I don't know why, Artest just thinks Arthur is a reliable person.

Tru muttered softly: "He doesn't even inspect the goods..."

Arthur didn't inspect the goods, so he wouldn't touch these white faces, he knew that the drug trade was extremely lucrative, but he didn't have any good feelings about this kind of thing that erodes people's bodies and oppresses people's flesh in exchange for money, and he won't and doesn't need to use this kind of thing to make money. He re-wrapped the torn paper bag, crumpled it tightly, and said to Tru: "Boy, when did you pick up this bag?" ”

"The day before yesterday." Trew replied, his eyes rolling and he couldn't figure out what Arthur was trying to do. Does this thing want to eat black?

"Have you slept well these two days?" Arthur asked again.

Tru thought about it, shook his head, sighed and said, "I haven't slept well at all in the past two days. ”

Indeed, Tru's eyes were bloodshot, and since he picked up this bag of things, he couldn't sleep at night, and for a while he thought that after selling this bag, he could make a fortune and be happy; For a moment, I thought that the person who lost the paper bag would find it, snatch it away, and kill him; For a while, he wondered if someone would see him pick up the paper bag and then steal it, he hid things on his body all the time, and he couldn't close his eyes at night when he thought about it.

After struggling for a day and a night, he finally couldn't help but discuss with his best friend Arte, and Artest recommended Arthur to him.

"If I buy this bag and give you a sum of money, I bet you'll not sleep well." Arthur approached and said to Tru, "This bag is worth a lot, as long as it flows out, someone will check it." There is no impermeable wall in the world, as long as you check, you will definitely be able to find it. You've been in trouble ever since, and you're worried about being killed. You have a lot of money, you will spend money, go to drink, go to pick up girls, many people see Tru get rich. Some people will worry, some people will break their mouths, and some people will wonder where you got the money. Gangs are not police and courts, they don't need evidence to arrest people, they just need feelings. It feels like you, that's you, it's not you and it's you. Can you see what I mean? ”

Tru's eyes rolled at Arthur's words, and his mood became even more restless, and he replied a little rudely: "You mean you want to swallow it alone?" Don't give money? ”

Arthur had a contemptuous smile on his face, this little black is still thinking about money, and he really wants money. Arthur doesn't care too much about Tru's life or death, what he really cares about is Artey. Although Artey has been doing well in history and successfully entered the NBA, it is really difficult to say whether Arthur will change after his arrival. Arthur didn't want Artest's cash cow to be influenced by the people around him, and even the possibility of dying on the streets.

"I don't want this bunch of stuff, but Ron asked me to help you out, and I'll tell you how to solve the problem and the trouble." As he spoke, Arthur rubbed the paper bag in his hand again, crumpled it into a tighter ball of paper, and then suddenly threw it towards the Hudson River with all his might! The paper bag made a high arc and fell into the water with a thud, where it was quickly swept away and swallowed by the river.

Needless to say, the white noodles inside will melt into the water after a while to feed the fish, and I don't know if it will affect the health of the fish.

Tru, seeing Arthur throwing a large bag of white flour into the river, ran madly towards the Hudson River, rushing into the river with a bang, trying in vain to retrieve the paper bag. After realizing that he couldn't swim and stumbling over the undercurrent in the river, and taking a sip of water, Tru came to his senses and quickly climbed back to the shore, becoming a chicken in the soup.

Tru looked at Arthur, there was fire in his stomach and he couldn't vent his resentment towards Artest, but he couldn't beat Artai. At last he crouched on the bank of the river and began to cry, shouting with a handful of snot and tears: "I need money!" My sister is still sick! My mom has to work three jobs! What can I do? Steal? Robbing? I only relied on luck, and finally my luck came, and it was all ruined! All ruined! ”

Seeing Tru's sad appearance, Artest stepped forward and squatted down to appease, he put his arm around Tru's shoulders and said, "I think Arthur did the right thing, you know those Mexicans, if they find out, they will kill you." "And Atai knows that Tru is skillful in farting when he says these words, and his sister just has a cold, so what money do you need? His mother works three jobs, and Tru won't give her a cent if she gets money. Tru just felt sorry for himself and lost the opportunity to have fun.

After Tru finished crying, the teenage half-boy wiped his tears and took off his jacket, wrung out his clothes and pants, and Arthur took the two back to the Roll-stone restaurant. Without that bag of trouble, the three of them sat generously in the dining room and ordered, and even the gazes of the black men became soft and harmless.

Arthur ordered two beef hamburgers for Tru, as well as fried chicken, fries, and a beer. Tru, who lost a bag of platinum, began to gobble up, not only did he not sleep well in the past two days, but he also did not eat well, and he was not in a state of mind all day long, and he didn't think about tea and dinner. It's okay now, it's relaxed, Xiao Hei is still good, think about it, there is wine today and get drunk today, and emotions come and go quickly. Just now he gritted his teeth at Arthur, and now that Arthur has invited him to a meal and given him a hundred dollars in cash, Tru is grateful to Arthur.

"Ron, it's amazing that you can meet such a friend! Your friend will be my friend from now on! Tru stuffed his mouth with a burger, and he didn't forget to pat his chest and brag at Arthur. Arthur had fries in his mouth and thought the kid was cute and ridiculous. With a brain like him, if he really sells that package of drugs, the result can be imagined.

This large amount of drugs, divided into small packets of equal portions, must be the goods distributed by drug cartels. The goods from different channels are different in purity, packaging and other details, and people who know the goods can distinguish them at once. If they are found out by Shunteng, the gang will definitely make an example of the monkeys, so that no one dares to swallow their goods privately.

Of course, in the final analysis, Arthur is still for Artay and doesn't want him to be implicated. And Arthur will not touch the money for drugs at all, and the Luciano family will launder in the future, and the first thing to wash is the drug business.

The three of them left the restaurant after eating, Arthur pulled Artest aside and said, "Focus on playing, that's what can really change your fate, don't hang out with those fox friends and dogs." It's okay to mix, don't get involved in crime, and your fate will be in your own hands. As he spoke, Arthur clenched his fists, "Also, drink less, that will hurt your body." I hope the next time you call me, it's not for this kind of trouble, but for something related to basketball. OK？ ”

Artest was grumpy and disobedient since he was a child, only the basketball court could tame him, and now in front of Arthur, he is also obedient like a lamb. Arthur's words sounded magical to Artest, and Arthur felt that his persuasiveness had become stronger. I don't know if it has anything to do with that little girl? If you read that poem one day, will you be able to say death to death?

After giving the instructions, Arthur patted Atay on the shoulder and left Queensbridge on his motorcycle. Today he was very busy, and on Good Friday, he had several places to run. Just as Jesus carried the cross and embarked on the road of salvation.

Trew and Artest watched Arthur ride away, Trew touched his still wet clothes, and said with a bitter face: "My money..." Artest ignored him and said, "Tru, I'm going back to school in the afternoon, I'm going to train." ”

……

Arthur rode his motorcycle from Queensbridge along the underground line all the way east. New York's subway began to turn into an above-ground light rail when it arrived in Queens, and the subway in New York is very developed, so when you don't know the road well, just follow the light rail line.

After crossing an X junction, Arthur sees the place he was looking for - a restaurant called Coffee Shop 55. This is Jackson Heights on the East Side of Queens, New York's early Mexican settlement. Tony's maid Flo's house was here, and she left her address that day, telling Arthur that her home was in an apartment near Coffee Shop 55. In addition to working as a maid at Tony's house, she occasionally works part-time at No. 55 coffee shop to give her family an extra subsidy, which is very hard for a single mother.

Arthur pushed the door open and entered the café, just in time to see Flo dressed as a waitress, ordering a table of guests. Arthur found a seat and sat down, and Flo quickly noticed Arthur and looked nervous. She knew Arthur would come, but she didn't know when. She had two children, a mother and a younger brother, and she lived in Jackson Heights, and she had nowhere else to go.

Something terrible happened that night at Tony's house, and Florian had nightmares for days, couldn't sleep well, and lost a lot of weight. Fortunately, Russell was able to settle a salary, which allowed her to spend a period of time without a job, and only rely on part-time small jobs to support the family. She was afraid that one day the Luciano family would come and kill her family. But although she was afraid, she didn't have the courage to resist or escape, she could only choose to believe and believe in the young man named Arthur Luciano.

After meeting Arthur, Flo was both nervous and a little relaxed, finally came, and finally could give me a result.

Flo came up to Arthur, cut his hair, and asked softly, "Mr. Arthur, what do you need?" ”

Arthur tapped his fingers on the table and said, "I need you to take off this overalls and take me to your house and visit your family." ”

Flo had a look of hesitation on her face and said, "But... But I'm working. ”

"Now you've lost your job."

"But I... I need work. ”

"I'll give you a job, a very good job."

Arthur said in a firm tone, not allowing Flo to question it.