San Francisco, San Quentin Penitentiary.

Outside the prison, a man with a moustache was leaning against a yellow van, wearing headphones, swaying from side to side, feet still little by little, holding up a finger and self-absorbed in an unknown dance.

The mouth is still humming, and it seems to be immersed in the music in the headphones.

Suddenly, there was a clanging sound of the door opening at the prison gate.

"Hey, Scott, I'm here!"

Scott hurriedly stepped forward, and the two high-fived each other and hugged each other.

"Hey, Louis!"

Two good friends who came out of the same prison and haven't seen each other for many years were very excited to meet again.

The roads in the United States are very winding, and they always like to build the roads in the mountains, intentionally or unintentionally.

Sitting in the co-pilot, looking out the window at the forest forest under the slope, and the city at the far end of the road, Scott held his face with his hands, his expression a little nostalgic.

"Thank you for picking me up, brother."

"Oh, the brother in the same prison is out, how can I not take it?"

The two looked at each other, and Scott smiled and nodded.

"Is your chick okay?"

"She dumped me!" Louis replied with a smile.

"Oh......"

"yes, my mom died too. Then my dad was deported. ”

Scott blinked, mouth open, not knowing what to say.

"But I still have a car!" Louis held out his hand and made a 'liquid' gesture.

"Not bad." Scott turned his head.

"Not really."

Louis smiled happily.

After a moment of silence with a smile on his face, Scott thanked again, "Thank you for helping me settle in, I'm worried about having nowhere to live." ”

Louis made another OK gesture: "Wait until you see the sofa, you like it." Soon you'll be back in shape. ”

"I hope so."

"Seriously, I'm going to introduce you to a few people, all of whom are very skilled!"

"Not interested."

"You're less here." Louis quipped.

Scott's eyes widened: "I'm not kidding, I don't want to go in again, I have a daughter to take care of." ”

"Did you know that it is not easy for ex-convicts to find a job?" Louis looked at Scott earnestly.

"Listen, I have a master's degree in electrical engineering, you know? I can get a job! ”

......

Ice cream parlor.

"Welcome to Baslow Robbins for our mango smoothie?" Scott forced a smile and asked the customer in front of him.

"Uh, thanks, don't! Huh...... Or ...... Bring me a hamburger, please? ”

"Oh we, we don't sell this."

"Bailla rings, hot basan rings, mustard. Is there mustard? ”

Scott was amused: "It's an ice cream shop!" ”

The customer thought for a while, frowned, and said, "Okay, then let's just have some piping hot baking." ”

"Dude......" Scott was speechless.

The door suddenly opened, and a man in a bow tie and his hands on his chest leaned against the door frame and shouted at Scott, "Come to my office, right away!" ”

"Just go, Dale."

"Darby, say hello...... Idiot, thanks. ”

Scott walked into his boss's office apprehensively.

Three minutes later, he changed his clothes and walked out of the ice cream parlor with a mango smoothie in his hand.

He was fired for spending three years in St. Quentin prison.

Anywhere in the world, it is difficult for people with criminal records to find work, and in countries with low GDP per capita, there may be small industries willing to hire such people for the simplest manual labor, but in the United States, even ice cream parlors are unlikely to hire them.

It's not just because of this person's criminal record, but in the eyes of others, this is a wicked person, a villain.

All the more because this is an unspoken rule that belongs to the whole world!

No matter what you do, you just don't hire people with criminal records! It's not because I'm afraid you're going to wreak havoc in my shop or commit another crime, but to prove to everyone that those who dare to break the law and commit crimes don't end well!

The adult world is like this, you can't make mistakes, and once you make mistakes, it's an abyss.

Children can only learn everything well at an early age and avoid making mistakes as much as possible in the future.

Back to Louis's house.

"Hey, Scott, hello...... Oh, aren't you at work? ”

Louis is cracking eggs on the side, preparing a hearty dinner for his friends and for Scott, who has just been released from prison.

If he hadn't had any money, he'd have to throw a party for Scott!

"It's on, it's fired."

"Hell, find out who you are?"

"yes."

Louis pouted: "I'll just say, Baslow Robbin can always find out." ”

"Baslow Robbin is serious."

Two young men sat on a chair next to them.

One was a bald black man with a hat, and he was holding a poker in his hand, washing it around.

The other, wearing glasses and combing his hair back to the back, was a thin white man with a laptop on the table in front of him, and his hands were crackling on the keyboard.

"Do you eat waffles?"

"Okay, let's eat a piece."

Seeing Scott looking at the two, Louis hurriedly put down the cutlery in his hand and stepped forward and pointed at the white man: "Oh, his name is Kurt, he has been squatting in Folsom for five years, and he is a computer expert." ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Kurt looked at Scott.

"I'm glad to meet you, too."

Scott looked at the black man again: "Who are you?" ”

"Dave!"

The black man looked at Scott with a smile, saw Scott sitting down on the chair next to him, and patted him on the shoulder: "Vesta company did a good job." ”

Kurt's eyes widened: "Vevista, yes, actually, I've heard about that robbery. ”

"Strictly speaking, it's not a robbery. Threats and intimidation are used during robbery. I hate violence, I call it theft, I eat by my intelligence. Scott said righteously.

"It's better to say like a." Dave hit the nail on the head.

Scott took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay."

Louis walked over with a dinner plate: "Vesta is a high-priced stealer, right?" That's millions. He went to report it, and then he was fired. ”

"Guess what's wrong with him? He hacked into the company's security system and returned the millions of transfers to the customers who were cheated. ”

Dave nodded excitedly: "I also posted the transaction records online." ”

Louis also got up: "And then drove the boss's Bentley into the pool!" ”

As the words fell, the scene suddenly became quiet, and Scott stared at Louis quietly.

"What are you doing here? Kindness? Why do you tell them everything about me? ”

Scott pretended to be angry and looked at Louis,

"Do you think I dare not say yours? You think I don't know how you got in....."

"Grabbed a smoothie machine." Before Scott could finish speaking, Kurt, who was sitting next to him, answered first.

"Two to be exact." Dave added

Louis grinned and took a bite of the waffle, then looked at Scott apologetically.

"I'm sorry, buddy, I didn't mean to say it, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut."

Scott sighed speechlessly: "Tell your purpose, what do you want to do?" ”

Louis took another bite of bread: "Well, my cousin talked to someone two weeks ago, and it's a super perfect little job." ”

"No way!"

Scott shook his head, indicating that he would not comply.

"No, no, no, wait, blah. That guy is totally to your taste. It's a retired old man, he seems to be an executive of some company, and he's very rich anyway! The informant said he had a safe in his basement......"

"No way!"

Scott snapped, "It doesn't matter who it is, and it doesn't matter who it is!" I don't even want to know, I'm definitely not going to go to this guy's basement to find a safe! Forever! ”

"Forever?"

"That's right, forever! If I steal someone else's stuff again, I promise, I'll jump from this building right now! ”