Chapter 69: Family and Work

The port area is large and prosperous, but it is only a poor prosperity.

This kind of prosperity is completely different from the prosperity of the city center and the prosperity of the Bay Area.

Similarly, for aid services, the girls in the port area who need help just wear cheap, exposed clothes bought secondhand that might have some stains, and then stand under the streetlights at the alley entrance waiting for business.

Customers come, negotiate the price, and then go into the alley. This is just a cheap business. Apart from talking to customers about things related to price, they won't say anything else. This is just business.

In the Bay Area, even street-walking girls will sit on the chairs of outdoor coffee shops that look like they have a good atmosphere, brew a cup of coffee, and flirt.

They can flirt first, then chat for a while, and when the mood is right, they will go to a nearby hotel. Sometimes they will manage the business like a romantic encounter.

As for the city center, business is business, higher-end business, more naked business, and also business that can make people more satisfied.

You have to have money, a lot of money.

Each region has its own way of prosperity, so you can't say it's not prosperous here, because the streets are full of business and customers.

The deserter hitman came to the southeast corner of the first intersection outside the first pier exit. He leaned against the phone booth and stared at the three-story small building opposite.

His gaze would occasionally be attracted by some hot young girls, but soon return to that building.

Federal girls are really enthusiastic, when you can take out money.

He rubbed his itchy nose. After this business is done, he must try the girls in the Bay Area.

The building diagonally opposite him is the "old nest" of the Brotherhood Gang. It hangs a sign of "Brotherhood Import and Export Company." Their sources of income are mixed: protection fees, extortion, blackmail, kidnapping, threatening other companies to arrange for workers to work, smuggling, all are involved.

No one knows how much money they can make every month, but it is definitely not a small amount, because their boss, "Big Poli," has already bought a villa in the Bay Area.

However, he still likes to stay in the port area the most. No matter how good the Bay Area is, it is a paradise for the rich, and this is his real home.

Just as the deserter hitman was waiting for Jimmy to come out of the company at noon, Jimmy was sitting on the sofa in the manager's office on the third floor, sweating profusely.

"Wipe your sweat, you're sweating a lot." Poli casually picked up a handkerchief he had just blown his nose into and threw it on the coffee table in front of Jimmy.

The latter, not knowing why, picked up the handkerchief and started wiping his sweat, but soon he realized that there was something wrong with this handkerchief.

That sticky feeling made him a bit nauseous. He glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, seemingly wanting to confirm something, but his attention was drawn away by Poli at this moment.

"I heard you are a famous high roller in the casino recently. Is that so?" Poli is actually not very tall, only about 1.6 meters, and that's with shoes on.

He looks very thin when he wears clothes. This is also a problem for short people. Even if they are full of muscles, as long as they put on clothes, they won't look strong.

But if the muscles are too abundant, it will make people feel bloated and fat.

His skin is very fair, and he looks very gentle. However, there is a rumor that he was molested by a caregiver in the orphanage from childhood until he gathered the courage to stab that bastard to death with a table knife.

And the legendary story of "Big Poli" also started from that moment.

Now, he is just a short, gentle-looking man with fair skin.

Adding "Big" before his name is actually his dissatisfaction with his short stature, and at the same time, he hopes that others will understand a truth: even if he is not tall, he is the biggest one!

Jimmy is much taller than Poli, but at this moment, facing this short man and what he said, he was sweating all over with fear.

"Poli, I..." Jimmy didn't know how to explain, and at the same time, he hated those who spread rumors to the point of a hole!

Poli raised his hand to stop him, and then sat beside him.

Jimmy took the initiative to bend down, making it easier for Poli to put his arm around his shoulder.

"Actually, I don't care much about whether you won or lost. I only care about whether you touched the company's money. This relates to the future life of every brother of ours. You understand, right?"

Jimmy hurriedly explained, "No, absolutely not. I have already sent the company's account to the accountant."

Poli nodded slightly, "I heard about it, that's why you have the chance to sit here."

"I don't mind at all if you go out and get some money to spend yourself, but if you, you guys, anyone causes me trouble because of doing some stupid things, you know the consequences."

"We have fought together for many years. I don't want to lose any brother."

"Can you understand my thoughts now?"

Apart from nodding, Jimmy had no second thought, "Of course!"

He struggled for a while, but still thought about taking the initiative to confess, "I extorted a sum of money from Jobav in the Imperial District..."

Poli tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows. He let go of the arm around Jimmy, patted his shoulder by the way, and stood up, "I know Jobav, a rich Imperial guy. How much money did you extort from him?"

"Thirty thousand."

"Thirty thousand!" Poli repeated, then couldn't help laughing, which made Jimmy sit foolishly on the sofa and laugh along twice.

Poli's laughter is very characteristic. His shoulders will rise and fall with his laughter, looking a bit funny, or even ridiculous.

But Poli's laughter stopped abruptly. His face didn't move, and his eyes looked down at Jimmy.

He likes others to sit when he stands. Only then will he have a feeling of looking down from a high position.

"You extorted thirty thousand dollars from a rich man, and you are still alive. This is simply a miracle!"

"Now tell me, why is there this miracle?"

Jimmy was very nervous. He didn't even dare to look into Poli's eyes, and said at a loss, "Because Jobav is very honest, Poli. Many people are extorting him, and he never resists."

Poli raised his eyebrows, "Many people?"

"Many people."

He fell into deep thought. After twenty or thirty seconds, he turned and walked behind the desk, "If I let you know again that you take the company's money to gamble, I will tear you apart and feed you to the fish."

"Now, get out of my office. There is a batch of wine coming this afternoon. If I let you know again that you made a mistake..."

Jimmy hurriedly stood up to show his loyalty, "I will definitely kill myself before you do!"

He knew he had passed the test. The reason for passing the test was not that he and Poli were "brothers," but only because he had balanced the account.

Poli shook his fingers twice, signaling him to get out quickly. He hurriedly said goodbye and left the room.

The moment he closed the door, he let out a heavy breath and cursed "Fuck."

Poli is not tall, but his glorious past gave him too much pressure, making it difficult for him to generate the idea of confrontation. In fact, it is often like this.

You clearly know that the other party is just a living and ordinary person, not much better than you, and will die because of a fatal attack.

But you just can't muster the courage to face it, to fight.

They have all witnessed Poli's path paved with blood, so they are also more afraid of this short man who doesn't actually look crazy than ordinary people.

However, it's good that this matter was satisfactorily resolved. He had a cigarette in his mouth to relax his emotions. At this time, he wasn't sweating, and the sweat on his head began to be absorbed by his skin. Only then did he feel that his scalp was a bit tight.

Immediately after, he remembered that handkerchief, and the dirty words in his mouth were cursed out continuously. He bumped into two guys and ran into the restroom, washing his head with water from the faucet.

Other small-fry level people in the toilet soon left. Everyone knew he had just come out of Poli's office, and now he was cursing, who knows who he was cursing.

After washing the snot off his head, he returned to his office. It was called an office, but it was actually an independent room with a few tables and a few of his confidants.

As soon as he entered, the few people who were sitting or lying down immediately stood up.

"Is the matter resolved?" his head confidant asked. This person knew he had taken the company's money to gamble and had advised him, but it was useless.

When a gambler is on a roll, even if this money is used by his father to save his life, he can unhesitatingly slap the money on the gambling table.

"The matter is resolved, but there won't be a next time for this kind of thing." He paused, "There is a batch of wine coming this afternoon. Poli arranged for me to pick up the goods. You guys come with me, bring your gear."

With the increasingly obvious trend of Jincheng and the superior state joining the Prohibition Alliance, the price of wine has already risen by a large margin in a short time.

It is mainly because some large suppliers suddenly started hoarding goods. Everyone knows that there will definitely be a ban on alcohol, so now these wines can be sold at double the price before long. There is no reason to sell them cheaply now.

The alcoholic beverage market suddenly changed from a buyer's market to a seller's market, and the price naturally kept rising.

Wine that was worth ninety-nine cents before has now risen to one dollar and twenty or thirty cents, and there is still a momentum of continuing to rise. Almost everyone who realizes this is trying to hoard wine.

The group brought their weapons and then walked toward the outside.

The deserter hitman, who had been waiting at the entrance for most of the morning, finally saw Jimmy walk out of the company gate first... ===== CHAPTER 70 =====