America 1979

Chapter 31 How Bold Are People

Casinos, money laundering, legal cash... These words came to Bill's mind, and he couldn't get rid of them. The voice of his cousin Anthony seemed to be far away in the sky.

As bold as man is, as earth has...

I think when I was in graduate school, I dared to work hard with the review expert group just by fooling around with some data. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know the truth, and it doesn’t matter if the experiment is not done right. question?
Now that the exam is open-book, the general trend of the entire history is in his mind, and he is still struggling with the issue of financial security. Bill feels that he is still too cautious.

Just do it.

"...What's wrong with you, your eyes suddenly became straight as I was talking?" Anthony was driving the car, turning his head from time to time to see if his cousin was in good condition.

The cousin's voice came from the sky, quickly pulling Bill's thinking back to reality, and even the background sound of the car driving became noisy.

"I'm fine, congratulations to my cousin, you will be in charge of your boss's current business from now on, right?"

he asked tentatively.

Anthony felt that there was a hint of envy in his cousin's words, so he was even more proud and pretended not to care, "Who has nothing to do to collect the steel coins for selling powder and leaves? We only get a few dollars for a copy. It's purely useless." It's something a capable person does. When the boss takes over the casino, it will cost hundreds of thousands of dollars a day... As his confidant, a few hundred dollars a day is not too much, right?"

That is to say, but Anthony actually wants to stay in Brooklyn. After the boss leaves, there will be several high-end positions vacant, and he feels that he can also compete.

"It's true that the casino can make enough money in one night. Like in the movie, the gamblers push out the chips, and then give the money to the dealer, and then hand it over to you. Turning around again, it becomes legal income, buying big villas, big sports cars, big yachts, whatever you want.”

Bill went around and talked about something he was interested in.

"Yes, it's called money laundering." Anthony kindly pointed out to his cousin, "But we don't buy these villas and yachts just because we want to buy them. We have to work hard for several years and work hard to make money."

Bill strikes while the iron is hot, "According to the strength of your boss, how much money can be laundered into legal? It is the kind of money that has paid taxes to the IRS and is taken by good people in the eyes of the local prosecutors and federal prosecutors."

Anthony noticed the eager look in his cousin's eyes, and thought he envied him even more, so he became more and more proud: "Of course, you can launder as much as you have. According to our boss's idea, after working for more than ten years, he will not work and plan to retire. He After retiring, I should open a coffee shop in Brooklyn or Manhattan. It’s the kind you know, so-and-so’s coffee shop, and acquaintances will know him by the name.”

"For example, if I want to borrow tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars, the legal one, can your boss get it?"

Bill asked again.

Anthony glanced at his cousin with the eyes of an ignorant countryman, and continued to brag: "You are underestimating my boss."

He raised his right index finger and stretched it to the front of the co-pilot seat and shook it, "If you want to say a few million dollars, you will definitely not be able to get it out, not even a million dollars, and our boss is not a family leader. But hundreds of thousands of dollars U.S. dollars are easy, the kind of money that can be inspected by the police at will."

In fact, he didn't know how much his partner was worth, but a senior gang member who was almost 50 years old, who had been with gang members since he was four or five years old, would not believe anything he said if he didn't save any money.

Bill figured it out, so he stopped talking about it, chatted with his cousin about other things, and drove for a while on the way.

The destination is the famous Flushing. Of course, at this time, Flushing is only one of the Chinese settlements. It will take many years for it to become the largest Chinese settlement on the east coast. After all, the current Queens District is administratively It's still only Queens County.

Near the intersection of Main Street and Roosevelt Avenue, Anthony took his cousin out of the car. The architectural style on both sides of the street is not much different from that of Brooklyn. The shop names and advertisements in traditional characters seen by the lights scattered in the street are still very easy to make people feel different from other New York streets.

The old cousin Anthony himself is not familiar with this place. He looked at the landmark buildings while walking, and found the place to go after turning around several times.

This is a three-story building, and the first floor is a restaurant by visual inspection. Someone has been waiting at the door for a long time. After Anthony gave him a signal, he turned around and led the way, regardless of whether he followed or not.

Entering the building, passing through the front hall, turning left and right from the kitchen, and entering a dark corridor.

"Oh my God! When the light comes on, I'm going to kick the ass of the guy in front of me. He won't even give us a light."

The unfamiliar environment stimulated the senses, and Anthony yelled at his cousin behind him in an exaggerated tone.

But when he really saw the light, he only cared about covering his eyes to prevent them from being hurt.

After getting used to it for a while, Bill was able to see the scene here. This is a place similar to a large office. Seven or eight yellow-skinned Asians are sitting at the workstations and competing with various papers and booklets.

The person who brought them has disappeared, and they should have left from where they came from.

A short middle-aged Chinese received them, "Hello! Gentlemen, please come here to discuss."

The middle-aged Chinese made a gesture of invitation, and then led them to the office next to them.

Passing by a work station on the way, Bill clearly heard one of them whispering to his companion: "Ghosts are here to give money again!"

Of course it was spoken in Chinese, and Bill felt a little kind since he hadn't heard the local accent for a long time.

In the office was an older balding middle-aged man, sitting behind a large table, which was very messy and full of booklets, single-page papers, abacus, brushes, inkstones and other things.

After hearing the visitor, the bald man raised his head and said please sit down in Chinese. After realizing that the Caucasians probably couldn't understand him, he smiled and said please sit down in English.

Anthony glanced at the wooden chair with armrests held by the bald man, "No, we're short on time, so we'll just stand and talk."

Then he said what his boss had said, and asked the bald man to choose someone.

"You know, what we want is the one with a tight mouth. We use you because you can't get along with other people, and the possibility of leaking secrets is small. Do you understand?"

Bill pricked up his ears and listened for a while, and found that Boss Anthony was in need of a Chinese accountant in the next few days, and the thing to do should be urgent.

"Of course I'll take care of it, that's fine." The bald man rubbed his hands together, "You are customers, you are God, the right to choose is in your hands, you can choose whatever you want, and any one should be able to meet your requirements."

As he spoke, he signaled the two white men to go out with him to pick someone out.

The two followed and walked out of the small room. Anthony was no longer as proud as before. In his eyes, these Asians all looked the same, and it was impossible to tell who was capable.

In desperation, he looked back at his cousin behind him, and asked in Italian, "Do you know how to pick these people?"

Bill raised his chin and pointed at the person who said, "Ghosts are here to give money again."

"Just him."

"Why?" Anthony asked puzzled.

Bill made up an excuse, "As long as he looks old, people will cherish their lives and money when they are old. This is much easier to control than other people."

Anthony gave his cousin a thumbs up, "He's someone who went to high school after all."

The two had an encrypted conversation in Italian for a long time, but the bald man and the Chinese couldn't understand it.

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