America 1979

Chapter 33 I Sell Myself

"But so what?" The boss spread his hands, "Why don't I lend usury and then launder the money? This way the money is convenient and fast, even if you pay back the money, according to the law There is no way to get more than the legal interest rate. How do we settle the excess?"

In New York State, the annual interest rate is the highest interest rate for private loans, and any loan exceeding this standard is usury, which will be considered a crime.

Because quite a few Italian gang leaders are headquartered in New York, the federal prosecutors in New York are very strict about usury.

"Also, do you have no idea about money? Do you know what the per capita income of our country was last year? It was 9451 US dollars. 20 US dollars, that's all the money earned by a dozen adults in a year. As for you, plus you The whole family and Anthony may not be able to sell for $20."

The boss spoke briskly, then he pretended to stare at Bill carefully, and said:

"However, according to your appearance, you can still serve those rich old women. You should be able to earn a lot of money, but it is far less than [-] pieces of paper with Andrew Jackson's face printed on it."

Andrew Jackson is the portrait on the twenty dollars, the seventh president of the United States.

Bill, who was sitting on the double sofa, crossed his legs and asked in the same tone as the boss: "This is just what you saw, I have more valuable collateral for you to lend me money. Although it may be a little troublesome, But it’s like a bet, if I fail to repay the loan within the stipulated time, you can take my collateral.”

Then he also imitated the boss, teasing the other party after a long speech: "By the way, do you know what a bet is? That is, if I..."

The big guy chuckled, showing his neat, white and shiny teeth: "Of course I know what a bet is. But I looked up and down for a long time, and you don't have any collateral worth $20? If you can sleep with those old crones all year long, that's another story, and I can pay more for eight inches."

Eight inches is about [-] centimeters.

There's a lot of money for a handsome eight-foot guy who can drive pilings all year, but Bill's not there yet.

"It seems that you really have no vision. You will never make the money that white people make." Bill retreated.

The white people here are not European or white-skinned people, but specifically refer to white people in the upper class and high-level occupations.

Because the lower-level Italians, Irish, and Eastern Europeans all have their own specific names.

The boss was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he put his hands behind his head and lay down more comfortably, "You came to borrow the money, but you said that you are worth it. The two of us can't waste time like this forever." , I also have a serious job!"

"All of my agency contracts during my time in the NFL, I think that's enough to mortgage $20."

Facing this big guy who doesn't make money and only wants to benefit, Bill can only show his last card.

"Football player? NFL?" The boss repeated, and then slowly lowered his feet from the edge of the table, sat up straight, crossed his fingers on the table, and began to look at this strong and outrageous young man from the beginning.

It may not have been a few seconds, but Bill felt that after a long time, the boss asked, "How much do you weigh?"

His tone was a little more serious than before.

"It was 220 pounds two weeks ago, and I have been gaining weight recently. I eat chicken breasts and left-handed chicken every day. It may be around 230 pounds."

Bill Little lied.

He eats the breasts of the cheap chicken that is plentiful for school lunches every day.

"Just in high school... do you know that the NFL changed some rules last year?" The boss asked again.

Bill nodded, "Of course I know, the result is that the weight of the players on the front line goes straight to three hundred pounds, which is why I am so valuable."

In 1978, in order to make the game more enjoyable and to protect the offensive team, the NFL allowed five forwards in the offensive team to open their arms and stretch their five fingers to resist the enemy's defensive team.

This greatly reduced the technical requirements for the offensive team to defend against the enemy's striker, and physique began to become more important.

As a result, the goal-to-sniper nine players in the entire offensive and defensive line began to gain weight like an arms race, and the strikers of the top NFL teams began to appear in large numbers of [-]-pound plus-size players.

This is also the biggest reason why Coach Murphy pays so much attention to player weight.

"You are in high school now, right? You can enter the college team in two years at the earliest, and enter the league two years later...Four years at the fastest, six years at the slowest, there is a risk of injury during the period..."

"After entering the league, let's say you play for eight years, with an average of $60 per year, and the agent gets 15.00%, or 50%, which is between $70 and $[-]."

"But you may not be able to enter the league, and you will be eliminated in college. The risk is too great. I don't think so."

The boss gave his own opinion, and overruled the little bit of excitement that arose in his heart just now.

Shaking his head, he seemed to have pronounced Bill's football career doomed.

"Are you a football player, are you a professional scout, are you the manager of a certain team?" Bill asked again.

The boss is still assessing Bill's figure, "You are stalling for time with nonsense, and I am neither."

"Then why don't you listen to the pros? My coach, former NFL professional tackle, Jack Murphy, thinks I'll be the best defensive lineman in the league. Tactics coach Robert, thinks I can drive on the right end. All interception..."

Bill started talking nonsense, anyway, the person in front of him probably didn't know much about football.

"How many games have you played? How are your results?" The boss suddenly interrupted Bill.

This question can't lie, the NFHS New York State Association keeps records of every intercollegiate game, just ask someone to check it.

"One game, but I played both offensive and defensive positions. Last Friday's game was broadcast on CBS TV as news, and I was in the center of the screen."

In last Friday's game, the Bills knocked the opposing freeback more than three yards and sent the quarterback straight to the end zone for a touchdown. The cunning cameraman caught the comical scene and posted it on the highlights of the high school football game. specifically mentioned above.

Because the quarterback's touchdown with the ball is as funny as in a football game, the goalkeeper dribbled past 11 opponents and ten of his own, dribbled the ball all the way and shot lightly in front of the goal, and scored.

The big man's face became weird, "I really don't understand you, you give me a feeling of being very valuable, and you sound like a liar. But considering that your cousin is my close subordinate, I'm a little Not sure."

"It's easy to verify whether I'm a liar or not. You can find out by asking a scout about my situation. I think they have more experience than me and you." Bill said.

There is no way around this, this boss is too stable, there is no loophole to take advantage of.

The boss spread his hands on the table, tapped the table with his right index finger, took a few breaths and replied: "That's right, just ask a scout."

Then he raised his head and looked directly at Bill: "There is no $20. I can make it clear. But if the scouts think you are valuable, we can discuss the amount of loan and how to operate it. You don't need to borrow money first. Find someone else to mortgage your brokerage rights, I still have the strength here, and I will give you a confirmation reply by this weekend at the latest."

Mr. Ferrari thought about it, and it was the only way to do it. They are all old fritters, and they can't afford so much money without something.

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