Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1746 Canned Herring
Installing the propeller of the helicopter on the long-range bomber is almost the same as the tilt rotor aircraft represented by the V-22 "Osprey".

Nikola Tesla's idea is a bit more advanced than the "Osprey". I don't know how intelligent the "Osprey" is, and it certainly has not achieved unmanned driving.

Another space-time "Osprey" appeared in 1985, and its early model XV-3 first flew in 1955.

Therefore, Rock has no confidence in whether the Nikola Tesla Institute can produce a more advanced aircraft in 1927 than in 1985, even if he is Nikola Tesla.

But it doesn't matter, just like Nikola Tesla designed a toy car casually, and then harvested the gyro stabilization system and electric drive system, Nikola Tesla's research, formal projects may fail because they are too advanced , but there will be some weird things in the process of research and development, and these things are what Rock most values.

It must also be said that Nikola Tesla was indeed a genius. The "Long-range Intelligent Unmanned Bomber" project had just been established, and Rock had obtained an integrated circuit by accident.

Although there is still a gap between integrated circuits and real chips, in time, Southern Africa is bound to lead the world again in the field of chips. At that time, Southern Africa will also be able to use chips to jam the necks of Americans. That scene is beautiful to think about.

Nyasaland in October is in midsummer, and New York in October is already snowing heavily.

After all, Tom’s company did not survive the economic crisis. Under the environment that countries generally began to trade protection, companies engaged in import and export trade closed down on a large scale. Tom’s company closed down at the end of September. The boss sold his property and dragged his family to immigrate to southern Africa. It is said that he bought a farm and became a farmer. Tom was miserable. He was unable to immigrate. The boss still owed a month's salary and did not pay him. The day after the company closed down, Tom was forced to go out to find a job.

Most of Tom’s savings from working in the past few years were invested in the stock market before the economic crisis broke out. As a result, the economic crisis broke out and the stock market plummeted. Tom’s savings disappeared. If he doesn’t find a job, Tom will starve.

Like the current American economy, the snow fell very early in New York today, the weather was extremely cold, the sky was gray, the streets were gray, and even people's faces were gray.

When he walked out of the apartment gate, a gust of cold wind blew, and Tom subconsciously wrapped up the woolen coat that he had worn for a year.

Why the emphasis on one year?
In the United States before the economic crisis broke out, professional white-collar workers like Tom had to buy new clothes every year. A woolen coat was good enough to wear for a winter. Many people would throw away all the clothes they wore every time they changed seasons.

The economic crisis broke out this year, and Tom has no ability to buy clothes. He hasn't bought clothes for a long time.

Not to mention buying clothes, if he can't find a job again, Tom won't even have to eat.

Looking up at the snowy sky, it was so foggy that he couldn't see anything, Tom cursed "damn the weather", and was going to try his luck at church to see if he could have a meal.

In the eighth month after the outbreak of the economic crisis, the U.S. government is still doing nothing, the number of unemployed people has reached an unprecedented level, the long queue for relief can wind several streets, and the help that churches can provide is very limited. Most of the time, there is only one cup Diluted coffee in a bad shape, and a small piece of bread.

As far as this is concerned, the daily supply is still limited, so if you go late, you won't have anything to eat.

Just a few steps away, Tom heard a weak voice.

"Tom—"

Tom looked in the direction of the sound, but he didn't see anyone at the first time.

"Tom—"

Only then did Tom discover Benson curled up on the side of the street.

I don't know how long Benson stayed on the street. His body was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, covering his head and face. It almost merged with the wall, so Tom didn't notice it immediately.

Even if he noticed, if he didn't observe carefully, Tom really couldn't connect the homeless man in front of him with the high-spirited middle-class man eight months ago.

"Benson?" Tom couldn't believe his eyes.

"It's Tom—" Benson leaned against the wall and wanted to stand up, but his limbs were probably numb due to the lack of blood circulation after lying down for too long, and suddenly slipped again halfway through standing.

"Be careful—" Tom helped Benson in time.

"Thank you—I'm sorry, I appeared in front of you in such a state of embarrassment, I didn't want to—" Benson smiled wryly, the coat on his body could no longer see its original color, it was in tatters, and his face was blue and purple , his hands were red from the cold, and the bones could be seen directly through the cracked opening.

"Come in, why don't you knock on the door?" Tom was very sad. Benson was Tom's first friend after he started working.

Also best friends.

Tom's apartment is a bit small. In New York, where land is very expensive, the rent is not cheap. If he can't find a job, Tom will consider moving further to reduce expenses.

But that also means Tom spends more time commuting.

In order to save money, Tom's apartment is not heated, and the fireplace is useless. Tom can't afford coal or firewood.

The kettle is empty, so forget about coffee and tea. Having a mouthful of boiling water to warm your body is the greatest gift from God.

Benson held the water glass with tears in his eyes. Only when he has lost it can he know how to cherish it.

"The situation was terrible. At first I wanted to find a job, but there were more and more unemployed people. I registered with the employment agency and asked every day if there was a job - and then I stopped because I had no choice. Don't sell my car, I sold both, and then the house, my Mary left me, and the kids had to be given away—I'm done, I'm done, Tom—" Benson burst into tears, short In just eight months, it really seemed like a lifetime away.

Tom was so sad that he couldn't say a word.

In the current economic crisis, no one can survive alone. Looking at Benson in front of him, Tom seems to see himself tomorrow.

When Benson was desperate, he could still sell houses and cars. Tom now has nothing but his coat.

"—I spent the night by the Hudson River last night, and six people jumped off me. I wanted to jump, but then I flinched. I'm an incompetent coward, and I don't even have the courage to commit suicide. No—" Benson wailed.

Tom's heart is sour, and suicide also requires courage. I still remember that eight months ago, Benson and Tom laughed at those who committed suicide by jumping off the New York Stock Exchange building because of the stock market crash. Now it is finally my turn.

"You are my best friend, I came here to say goodbye to you, if you have time, I hope you can visit my children—forget it, even I don't know where they are now, how are they doing— —” Benson murmured to himself with a pale face.

Give away——

not necessarily.

As early as a few months ago, there were reports of "selling children" in the newspapers. Many families who lost their jobs and were unable to raise their children had to "sell" their children in exchange for a cheap dinner.

Tom used to think it was a reporter grandstanding, but when he saw Benson crying bitterly in front of him, Tom suddenly realized that it might not be grandstanding.

"Don't be like this Benson, you used to teach me that where you fall, you have to get up from where you fell, and you must be strong before you reach despair—" Tom tried to encourage Benson, but the effect was obviously not good.

"Hehe, Tom, I don't want to despair, I also want to be strong, but this damn society doesn't give me a chance to be strong, I want to work, if someone is willing to give me a job now, I will do my best, but there is another Who can give me a job?" Benson tore his hair in pain, the snowflakes had all turned into water and soaked Benson's hair, and the snow mixed with tears slid down Benson's cheeks, this man was in an unprecedented embarrassment.

"Come on Benson, if you want to get a job, you have to clean up yourself first, think about Mary and the children, if you want to get them back, you have to get up first." Tom got up and heated up for Benson. Water, ready to find some old clothes for Benson to change into.

It was indeed necessary to tidy up. It was probably because the weather outside was relatively cold, and even the air was frozen. Tom didn't smell Benson's body.

It must have been warmer in the apartment than in the street, and Tom could smell Benson now.

How should I put it, it's like opening a can of herring in July and forgetting to eat it, only to remember it a week later.

It's probably that smell.

When mentioning Mary and the child, Benson gradually calmed down. In fact, he has always been a very rational person, but life was too cruel, and Benson was crushed.

It's much better to vent now.

After drinking some hot water and taking a hot bath, Tom helped Benson cut his hair with scissors, shaved his beard, and put on Tom's old clothes.

Although the clothes are a bit big, they finally look like a person, with a completely new look.

"Let's go, let's go out and get something to eat. I still have some money, but it's not too much. The damn boss still owes me a month's salary. Sooner or later, I'll go to southern Africa and ask him to come back." Tom really isn't Thinking about his little salary, he kept talking just to let Benson relax.

Silence is more terrible than quarrel.

"Thank you Tom, I think I'm better—" Benson looked at himself in the mirror, momentarily enlightened.

"Don't worry buddy, as long as I have a bite to eat, you won't be hungry. My bed is a bit small, but it can sleep two people. Of course, if you are afraid, you can also sleep on the sofa, but I only have one bed. The quilt, we have to flip a coin to determine the ownership of the quilt—” Tom suddenly remembered that if he couldn’t find a job, there would be no coins in a few days—

Then go find a job.

ps: During the 51 period, there are still activities at the starting point, too cruel, it really is Labor Day, and labor is the most glorious——

(End of this chapter)