I was determined to be bad, but I went straight to the Basketball Hall of Fame

Chapter 105 Dream (Second Change)

Christopher Antolini spent about 11 minutes in the mirror on the afternoon of Nov. 19 grooming his beard and hair.

He shaved off the hard stubble with an old-fashioned razor blade, and the white shaving foam mixed with the beard was thrown into the sink. Because his hands trembled slightly, Christopher accidentally made a small cut on his chin.

"Shet, the hand that used to be so steady with a gun can't even hold a razor steady now? Humph, hum."

Old Christopher grunted twice, and continued to shave, focusing on the part below his nose.

Shaved clean, Christopher put some hair gel on his hair, the last bit of hair gel in the jar, and spread it on his thinning hair.

30 years ago, he had black and thick hair on his forehead, and it took a lot of time to take care of it every time.

He changed into an elegant and old-fashioned plaid suit, and took a look in the mirror. It was a little tight, and his figure was out of shape with age.

I took out the only pair of leather shoes from the shoe cabinet and polished them again and again. They were full of wrinkles, but after a little oiling, they were still very shiny.

Christopher still remembers that this pair of shoes was left behind after robbing a container truck in Long Beach in 1991. The Italian Iron Lion Tony brand is durable.

The robbery charge added two years to his sentence, but luckily he kept the shoes.

Just the right size, out of shape, no feet, old shoes fit well, scuffed toe, that's kicking.

"Hmph, I hope this outfit makes me look... well, I look like a serious businessman. But I want to be a serious businessman. Opening a restaurant is your dream, Christopher."

After getting dressed, Christopher said to himself in the mirror, the years have left many marks on him.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he remembered when he was young, how far away it was, before Ronald Reagan came to power.

At that time, he was a cook in an Italian restaurant in Rowland Heights, and his future dream was to own his own restaurant.

But things took a major turn that Christmas night in 1979 when he was embroiled in a gang vendetta and volunteered as the shooter.

When he was young, he was an avid fan of the movie "The Godfather". At that time, he was full of thinking that he was Mike, the avenger who shot and killed the police in the restaurant. Of course, another reason was that he was short of money at the time.

The moment he pulled the trigger he was destined to embark on a road of no return. He became part of a West Coast crime syndicate, served two prison terms, spent 15 years in prison, and was just paroled the year before.

He was very lucky. There was no evidence left for many of the things he did back then, and the witnesses were all dead, otherwise he would have been imprisoned.

Now he lives in a dilapidated apartment in downtown Los Angeles, surrounded by blacks and Mexicans. The Los Angeles neighborhood has long been no longer dominated by the Italian Mafia, but has become a territory for black gangs.

Those old brothers died, some went to jail, and the rest of them washed their business and headed towards the Internet.

That's right, the mafia is also engaging in networking, online gambling, and online pornography, all of which are shadowed by mafia orders, which makes it easier and more concealed for them to make money.

But these have nothing to do with Christopher. Everyone relies on fraud, gambling and pornography to make money online. There is no need to fight and kill. So what is the need for a house-painting person like him to exist?
What's more, he is already 50 years old, and in his later years, he can't even hold a razor, let alone a gun.

After he was released from prison, he wanted to find a job. His brother Marcella Antolini found him and wanted to arrange for him, but Christopher refused.

Thirty years ago, his elder brother stepped into this line with him. Later, Christopher took all the blame for his elder brother and spent an extra five years in prison.

Now, Marcella has successfully cleared his name and has become the owner of a sports equipment store from the corner of the Delana family.

There are two sons and one daughter. The eldest son works in an equipment store to inherit the family business, the youngest son became a truck driver, and the youngest daughter, Ada, worked for an NBA team after graduating from college.

They were all serious jobs, and they all lived the lives of ordinary people.

Christopher didn't want to take inventory at a sports equipment store, work as a security guard in a big shopping mall, or go back to his old job of cleaning houses.

He remembered the dream in his heart 30 years ago, before he went astray, to have his own Italian restaurant, even if it was a little smaller.

His brother gave him a sum of money, and he also has some people to contact, but Los Angeles is no longer the Los Angeles of the past, and it is not easy to open a restaurant with a storefront.

At the beginning, he was a person who collected protection fees from door to door, and knew the difficulties of opening a shop. He thought that this idea would be difficult to realize.

But when I went to my brother's house for dinner a few days ago, my little niece Ada told him that the Clippers were looking for a partner to open a high-end restaurant in Staples, maybe my uncle could do it.

After asking the situation clearly and knowing that the team is willing to pay, he only needs to pay a small amount to add manpower. Christopher immediately felt that there was something to be done.

It's just that his original idea was to open an ordinary Italian restaurant on the block, and now let him open a fancy restaurant?He has no experience in running a high-end restaurant.

But how could he not give it a try when the opportunity was in front of him. Ada called him at noon and said that Mr. Smart, the general manager of the Clippers, would meet and talk with him at a restaurant in Chinatown in the evening.

In order to make a good impression on the other party, Christopher took out the good clothes and shoes at the bottom of the box, and made himself clean and tidy.

After staring in front of the mirror for a while, he felt that there was no problem. Christopher went downstairs. After getting in the car, he touched his pocket and found that there was no cigarette.

"Shet, I can't live without cigarettes, I want to buy a pack of cigarettes."

So I drove the car to a nearby convenience store, got out of the car and went in to buy cigarettes.

Taking a pack of Marlboro and preparing to pay, Christopher was thinking about how to show his experience and ideas of opening a restaurant to the general manager of the Clippers for dinner.

He racked his brains to integrate all the joints, connections, and ideas he could think of. They had been hidden in his heart for a long, long time.

Although he has been on the road for more than 20 years, people always have to eat. He has eaten in restaurants all over the United States, including Las Vegas, New Jersey, New York, Philadelphia, Orlando, Atlanta, Milwaukee, and Seattle.

Sometimes it is to perform tasks, sometimes it is to avoid disasters. He has been to many places.

In 1985, in order to kill a gang leader in New York, the local family invited him from Los Angeles to do it.

He worked as a waiter in a restaurant in New York for three months. One day, he shot and killed the target who came to eat, and then took off his coat and slipped out of the back kitchen.

This case has been unsolved until today, and it has never been solved. Christopher will not talk about it with anyone.

To be honest, he felt very happy during those three months. If the leader didn't come, he really wanted to continue working there.

Thinking of this, Christopher took out his wallet and took out the money, ready to pay and leave.

Suddenly there was a sharp shout from behind, "Root! Squat down, all squat down! Hand over the money!"

Christopher clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice, "Shet!"

(End of this chapter)