"Damn it, you piece of shit! You useless thing! Maybe we would have lived better without you, yes, why don't you die outside? Damn it! What else would you do besides drinking? God, how did I meet you, what have I done? ”

In a New York ghetto, a woman in old clothes wipes tears and yells at a white man with unkempt hair.

The woman also had two children of five or six years old under her knees, with runny noses, as she watched her mother curse her father fiercely.

Some of the poor people around were watching the jokes.

For those of them who are poor, it is a rare entertainment.

Others took pity on them: "Poor Barton, who has worked for the army for so many years, has come back with nothing, not even to buy food for his children!" ”

"Yes, wherever he goes to work, no one wants him, as if he doesn't know anything but how to kill!"

"Shhhh Haven't you heard that Patton killed a lot of people when he was in Vietnam! ”

The crowd lowered their voices, their eyes shifting from pity to fear, to the down-and-out white man.

Patton paid no heed to the men's words, and he said to the woman, "Yes, you're right, I'm a shit!" Nothing but killing! Why don't even the slaughterhouse want people like me, they dislike me for the smell of blood too strong, just like you dislike me! ”

"But I tell you, I'll be developed, yes, I will! I, Barton, swear to heaven that I will come back to you when I am developed and give you and your children happiness! Patton, the white man, finished speaking, turned and left.

"Die, don't come back!" The woman roared wildly.

She was used to the days without a man, and having this man made her even more stressed. God, how did you fall in love with him in the first place? Why didn't you listen to your parents and give up on him, why did you elope with him?

At this moment, she regretted it.

……

Barton walked aimlessly from the ghetto to the bustling streets.

Looking at the traffic in front of you, although the ground is still cold and the snow is still everywhere, compared to the desertion of the slums, it gives people infinite vitality.

"What should I do, what can I do?" Barton continued to walk aimlessly, asking himself.

He has no skills other than being a soldier.

He longs for that thrilling life, and the dull life is not for him.

So he can't be a supermarket tally clerk, a cleaner, a painter, and a slaughterhouse butcher.

A gust of cold wind and snowflakes blew into his neck, leaving him with a cold chill.

Barton shrunk his neck and tightened the bearskin coat that had not worn out for five or six years.

Now the most valuable thing on his body is this worn out, brown bear horse skin leather coat, once a leather clothing collector wanted to collect his leather coat, giving a "high price" of thirty US dollars.

But he was not willing to sell.

Because this leather coat was bought for him by his wife when she gave birth to her first child.

At that time, they were like glue, they were entangled whenever they had time, and they never got angry with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

But now—

Barton shook his head sullenly and sniffled again, he smelled the smell of hot dogs sold on the street.

At a roadside stall, a man and a woman with their children are buying hot dogs, and the fragrant hot dogs are salivating at Barton.

The man and woman saw Barton looking this way, his eyes like a wild beast, busy guarding the child.

Unbeknownst to him, Barton cared about the big hot dog in the child's hand.

"Damn, I'm not a thief! Not even a bad guy! Barton noticed the male and female stares and snarled at them.

The man and woman panicked and looked around with their children, trying to call the police for help, but found that the police were far away and did not pay attention to this side at all.

In desperation, they had to run away with their children in a hurry.

Seeing this, Barton deliberately stomped his foot and pretended to chase.

The man and woman ran faster with the child and almost fell.

Barton laughed, laughed and laughed, and tears came out of his eyes.

How did you get to this point?

God, I'm not even a thief!

At least being a thief can feed his wife and children, and he can eat meat and drink a lot, but he can't even support himself!

The more Barton thought about it, the more angry he became, and he began to be cynical.

He glanced at the homeless people on the side of the road who were covered with paper, lying in garbage cans, lying in bridge holes—

"God, am I going to be like them? No, I can't! I want to live, and I want to live my best! Barton thumped his chest, "Yes, as long as I have breath, I'm going to try to give my family the best life!" Barton, don't give up! ”

Saying this, Barton felt bitter in his heart, he really didn't know where to find a job, and what could he do?

"God, give me some revelation!" Facing the wind and snow, Barton opened his arms and shouted.

Call!

A gust of wind blew.

Roll up a piece of newspaper spread on the homeless man's body, fluttering around, and it just fell into Barton's hand.

"Huh?" Barton was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?" Did God really hear a revelation? ”

Thinking of this, Barton hurriedly opened the newspaper and read-

"Hollywood studios recruit new actors, and they need to be energetic and strong-——," Barton's eyes lit up, "This seems to be quite suitable for me!" ”

But immediately he saw the back, "Specific requirements, a German shepherd dog!" ”

"Damn it!" Barton scolded, what kind of world is this, is it better for people to be than dogs?

"Is there nothing else?" Barton continued to flip through the newspapers, "The circus recruits clowns who can speak, sing, and tap-dance...... Honduran supermarket recruits night security guards and asks for blacks! ”

"What kind of world, are we whites inferior to blacks?" Barton scolded again.

In fact, the reason why these supermarkets are willing to recruit blacks is simple: blacks are paid very little, generally two-thirds, or even half of whites.

Barton was speechless as he flipped through the paper.

When the homeless man found his newspaper running into Barton's hand, he rolled over and demanded from Barton, "This is my quilt!" Quilt, quilt! ”

Barton was about to return the newspaper when his eyes lit up when he was startled by another advertisement for recruitment-——

"Pangu Security Company recruits armed elites, veterans, priority!"

Of course, if that's all there is to it, it wouldn't surprise Barton so much, the problem is the addition of a sentence at the end of the recruitment advertisement-

"Particularly excellent, annual salary of 100,000!"

Annual salary of 100,000?

$100,000?

Barton felt his heart beat wildly.

$100,000 in this era is not a small amount, and for many poor Americans like Patton, it is even an astronomical amount!

"No matter what, I'm going to try!" Barton gritted his teeth and made a decision.

The homeless snatched his newspaper and said, "You try a fart!" This newspaper is mine, I won't let you cover it! ”

(End of chapter)