I have a severe cold, so I spent more time in order to write this chapter well.

Old Hake is the owner of the Sea Biaogou, or the captain.

Before getting this errand for shipping instant noodles, I was a regular customer of the new Fulton seafood market.

The New Fulton Seafood Market is located in the South Bronx. It is the largest seafood market in the United States and the second largest seafood market in the world, second only to Tokyo. It has six football fields, and there are thousands of people and a total of 200 million pounds of fresh goods every day. The trade is quite busy.

Among the fishermen and fishmongers coming and going, the old Irish-born Hack seems inconspicuous. The Irish Harpoon Gang, which has dominated the market for decades, has also been replaced by the new power from South America.

Although the Irish people have always been known for their violence, they are basically small organizations of dozens of people based on family units. They each occupy a piece of territory, and even have few exchanges with each other, making it difficult to achieve a large climate. They are very different from the gangs in Italy and Russia in terms of scale and influence. Not to mention the current South American gangs and Mexican gangs.

As the backbone of the Irish gang that has dominated the seafood market for decades, Lao Huck's first half of his life was still very glorious. However, with the continuous influx of new immigrants in South America, especially Hispanic and Mexicans, the intervention of the terrifying Mexican drug cartels has almost destroyed the original underground power system of New York. Just like Lao Huck, who has long been forgotten, the entire New Fulton seafood market is now the territory of new immigrants.

According to some people, there is a saying that there is a world of martial arts. It is not just New York, but gangs are a cancer that is difficult to remove in major cities.

According to the National Gang Threat Assessment Report of the Ministry of Justice of the United States, there are at least 21,500 gangs and more than 731,000 active gang members in the United States. These data are still increasing.

Generally speaking, gangs are not so active in remote rural areas. However, in the New York Metropolitan, half of the murders are caused by gang violence.

These gangs are becoming increasingly smart, not only infiltrating all aspects of the city, but have also begun to use computers and other high-tech to commit organized crime. The U.S. Youth Justice Center has combined police station reports and self-declared reports and estimated that among the gang members, Latinos account for 49%, blacks account for 37%, whites account for 8%, Asians account for 5%, and 1% of gang members belong to other races.

The so-called Hispanics is a general term. There are also white people. However, in most Americans, white people always refer to Anglo-Saxon whites. The original meaning of Anglo-Saxon Protestant (whiteanglo-saon protestant, abbreviated as: wasp) refers to the elite group in power in the United States and its culture, customs and moral standards. Now it can refer to the European Americans who believe in Protestantism. This group has a huge economic and political power, which constitutes the vast majority of the upper and upper middle classes in the United States. It is called the elite class. Although American society is becoming increasingly diversified, the culture, moral values ​​and value orientation of the white elite class still greatly affects the development of the United States.

Therefore, white people like Hispanics are called "non-white Americans" and are even classified as Hispanics in general. Therefore, 8% of white people in this report actually refer to the real Anglo-Saxon whites.

The main reason why Old Hack was able to win the favor of the warden and become the only captain of the instant noodles smuggling ship was, in addition to Old Hack being humble and insignificant enough, is that the warden is a white man in the traditional sense. The one who trusts the most in the bones is the white man in the traditional sense. White people trust white people, which is also part of the tradition that has long been formed.

Like all the captains of old fishing boats, Old Hack lives on the waterfront.

Only by going to the red light district of the old Fulton Fish Market, or taking a drink at the sailor's bar will you leave your seaside Biao Dog.

Of course, when he was transporting instant noodles to the barge prison every half month, he also had to leave the ship and go to the grocery store called shrimp balls next to the old Fulton fish market to purchase goods.

Today is the day to deliver instant noodles. In order to keep himself in his best condition, he has to solve the physiological problems that trouble him first. As Matthew told Little Little Zi in "Wolf of Wall Street", the trick to stay in his condition is to use it once in the morning and evening.

So before the big thing is done, Old Hack wants to go and fire a short shot.

Because, at this age of Old Hack, if you want to do something real, you are already unable to do it. Most of the time, they will choose to find a veteran who has been in the industry for a long time and be a ****.

As mentioned earlier, those who have been in the industry for a long time generally lack competitiveness. Therefore, the good location at the intersection of the street is occupied by newcomers with strong young people, and old people often wait for regular customers in remote back streets. Fixed customer sources are also a few advantages for a long time. So, there are pros and cons, depending on what you think.

Any industry has its advantages and shortcomings. Just like the dangerous nights in old New York neighborhoods, there are also criminals who specialize in robbing these wandering orioles. Therefore, the dark corners near the dim wooden street lights on the back street are the safest workplace they can find.

The old prostitute whom Old Hack often visits, named Donna. He was also a member of the Irish gangster in the Fulton Market. When he was young, he was more beautiful than Old Hack. It is said that he was not only a regular visitor to the cover girls of major magazines, but also made several B-level Hollywood movies. However, just like many young and beautiful girls, he was used to eating the luxurious and erosive youthful meals, but he did not know how to plan the future for himself. He often did not wait until he got old and became worse, and he became more and more miserable, and disappeared from his vision. He was trampled step by step by step by step by the prosperous metropolis, fell into the abyss, and became the humblest existence.

When Lao Huke arrived, Lao Xiang was holding a black and yellow wooden lamp pole with both hands, enduring the powerful impact of a bald white man behind him.

Not bad, I took on a big job.

Some people who are willing to throw their arms around Donna and use their strength to win the lottery are all the same. Win once, win once, win once less.

There is no way, everyone has their own needs.

There is service when there is demand. Don’t there be nannies, adult nannies, etc., right?

The bald man seemed fierce, but his battery life was poor. Before he could smoke half of a cigarette, he shouted and unloaded the goods. After venting, the bald man hurriedly took his pants and left, leaving behind a ball of wrinkled money, and his contempt and hatred for himself and Donna.

After all, time is unforgiving, Donna still holds against the wooden pole and gasps. Old Huck walks over and picks up the wrinkled bills for her. After flattening the palm of her palm, she rolls it into a roll of paper and handes it to Donna with a smile: "No, 50 yuan."

"I almost spit out dinner when I hit her." Donna took it casually and quickly inserted it into her messy bun. This was to prevent robbery.

Old Hack grinned and sucked a sip of cigarette hard.

50 yuan is a big money.

Donna can stay in a small hotel comfortably for one night, take a hot bath and a soft Simmons mattress. The hotel has almost become a part of life for the New Yorker. For an old woman like Donna, the first thing she thinks about when making money is not to go to a restaurant or take drugs, but to stay in a hotel for one night.

"Old look?" Donna, who took the cigarette butt handed over by Old Hack and recovered her strength, asked, holding the wooden lamp pole.

"Old look." Old Hack struggled to thrust forward, and took off his fishy jeans for Donna's side.

After spitting out the last bite of smoke, Donna stretched out her feet to hook out a worn handbag from the darkness, took out a high-end body lotion that had been used more than half as much, and then took out a condom distributed free of charge from the street from her bra. She skillfully tore the packaging, carefully squeezed the remaining body lotion in, threw it away, and skillfully put it on Old Hack.

This is a very important cleaning procedure and is also part of the entire service. These valuable high-quality moisturizers come from the trash cans next to major hotels. Every day, a certain number of guests will be discarded by check-in guests and then cleaned into the trash can by the waiters of the hotel. Just like picking up food in the trash can, these important work props can be spent without any money.

Why do you need this process? The reason is very simple. How long has it been since the down-and-out man like Lao Huke who is sleeping on the boat all day long and entering and leaving the fish market? Therefore, cleaning is very important. Of course, this can also be regarded as part of paid services.

After Donna threw the used condom far into the trash can and slowly squatted down. Old Hack suddenly shouted: "Silk handbag." This is obviously a conventional code word. It is not difficult to guess from the word silk that belongs to Donna's advanced service project.

"20 yuan." Donna kept raising her head.

"Trade." Old Huck took a deep breath and held it tightly.

Donna looked slightly, and used the free hand to take off the denture braces and stuffed them into her bra. When Donna, who had her cheeks turned closer, Old Hack immediately felt so happy that she was about to melt...

after a while.

Old Hack, who spent 20 yuan to enjoy the service of silk handbags, and Donna, who spit out mouthwash, sat back to back under the street light.

A cigarette was passed back and forth in the hands of the two people afterwards until only the cigarette butts were left.

"Donna, come with me." Old Huck finally mustered up the courage to speak.

Donna took out her dentures and stubbed them back steadily: "Where to go?"

"You can go anywhere, as long as you can leave New York." Old Huck replied with annoyance.

Donna shrugged and said she had heard it.

"So?" Old Huck was obviously not satisfied with her reaction.

"So, go back and have a sleep." Donna stood up with difficulty, pulled down the **** that almost fell to her waist, and reached out to Old Huck with condescending hand.

Subconsciously glanced at Donna's skirt, and Old Huck handed over a 20-degree note.

"Let's go." Donna took it casually and stuffed it into her lower body.

"Why don't you leave?" Old Huck couldn't help asking.

Donna didn't answer and walked into the bright street step by step.

"Bitch!" Old Hack spat heavily. Unexpectedly, as soon as the phlegm was released, he dragged the long mucus and planted the onion back in the back, and it muffled it in the crotch.

Even the phlegm cannot be spit out. What else do you have?

I was upset, angry, complaining, and finally I only received helpless crying.

After a long time, Old Hak, who had no strength to cry, wiped his tears and suddenly realized that a pair of familiar high heels appeared in his dim vision.

He looked up and saw Donna's expressionless face.

"Nu." The old prostitute handed a napkin with louieandernie's (Louie and Ernie) pizza to Old Hack.

Old Hack opened his mouth with a complicated expression, and finally reached out to take it.

Donna, who had been wearing high heels all day, squatted down with difficulty. She didn't care at all that she exposed her lower body without underwear to Old Hack's eyes.

"Do you still remember the Hard Warehouse at the old wharf?"

Looking at the 20 yuan that showed a corner, Old Hack nodded slightly: "Hard Aquatic Products Company. After Hard dies, I will leave it to you."

"I asked, and it's nominally my name." Donna exclaimed: "If it's replaced, they will help me with those complicated legal documents and various fees."

"Replace?" Old Hack suddenly realized: "Shishima Skyscraper."

"Yeah." Donna looked at Old Hack seriously: "How about it, follow me."

"..." Old Hack was completely unprepared, "Why did you have to stay?"

"Where can I go?" Donna shrugged: "Everything of mine is in this damn city. Those beautiful and ugly memories, and those I know, are buried here. I am buried here too."

"Then why is it me again?" Old Hack explained: "Look, you have a lot of regular customers. From any perspective, I'm not the best guy."

Donna nodded: "Indeed, you're less than a minute."

“…”

"However, you are the most suitable one." Donna skillfully stabbed $20 in and stood up hard.

"Why?" Old Hack asked.

"You still have tears." Donna spoke calmly.

When he reached the street, Donna turned around and said, "This is my last night here. Come and come to me after thinking about it. You know where I am."

"Okay." Old Hack nodded repeatedly and he had never been so... scared.

After a long time, Old Huck suddenly stood up and walked out of this dirty back street.

The owner of the shrimp ball grocery store is an old Chinese who is much older than Old Hack. How many years have you opened a grocery store, and you can't even explain the old Hack who was born here. In my memory, this shop was there when he was very young.

Everyone is used to calling him: shrimp man.

When he walked into the shop, he found that in addition to the shrimp man, there was also a decently dressed young man.

Soon, he remembered who the young man dressed in decently and smiling at him through the counter was.

"Sir." Old Hack saluted respectfully. Everything was extremely natural. Because in the metropolis, who saluted whom had nothing to do with age.

The young man politely replied: "Hello, old sir." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!