America 1979

Chapter 6 I'll find you a job
At noon, Bill and Dorothy had a meal at the fast food restaurant outside, and brought home a copy for brother Neo. The uncle and aunt both went to work, and Anthony was addicted to gang activities, so naturally they ate their own lunch. of.

In fact, this is also a portrayal of the life of New Yorkers. Breakfast is eaten at home, lunch is basically fast food, pasta or donuts and other snacks to deal with, and dinner is more formal, usually a big table at home or go to a restaurant.

Even Italians who take a nap have to bow to this rhythm.

Bill usually has Sundays off on weekends (weekends refer to Saturdays), so he doesn't have to go to nightclubs to work tonight.

According to the agreement, he came to a tavern named "Jack Walsh's Café". The colleague who invited him to drink last night, Eddie Serrano, happened to be off tonight, so the two agreed here Take a big drink.

On Sunday night, the migrant workers in New York who had to go to work tomorrow had more fun. Naturally, there were not as many people in a tavern with no fun, but it was almost full.

This is also a feature of New York, where the nightlife is so rich.

If a man goes home directly after work, he will probably be told that he is not good at that.

A woman in the workplace, if she goes home directly after work, she will be labeled as "unattractive", that is, she has failed so much that no man will like her.

The rich nightlife and the chaotic relationship between men and women are the cause and effect of each other, which makes the family concept of Americans not so strong. It was not until the end of the twentieth century that the social atmosphere of sex between men and women was slightly restrained.

Surnames ending in o and e like Serrano and Walsh are Italian surnames, or immigrants from southern Italy.That is to say, this is his own tavern, and Bill is not too polite. After entering, he found Eddie who invited him to drink, and sat carelessly on the high bar stool next to him.

"A Budweiser with ice."

In his previous life, he liked to drink beer. Since his rebirth, he has never really tasted the taste of American beer.

The bartender was a medium-sized white man with black hair and blue eyes. When he heard the handsome guy sitting next to Eddie order a drink, he didn't immediately turn around to pour the drink, but looked at Eddie.

Eddie, who was greeted by Bill's slap on the cheek, nodded, and the bartender started to move.

"Buffalo, I'm not complimenting you, you are the most delicious Italian I've ever seen." Eddie said.

Bill smiled, "You don't even look at my physique."

After speaking, he raised his arms symbolically, showing off his biceps.

Bill didn't even think about how the original owner ate. He was 1.8 meters tall and weighed almost [-] catties, and he didn't have the obese body with a swimming ring around his stomach like the traditional American poor.

It may be the talent of the Italians, who never wrong themselves when it comes to food.

The bartender moved very quickly, and within a few words, he brought a full glass of wine to the table in front of him. According to Bill's visual inspection, it should be much more than normal.

This is also a special treatment for myself. I drink the wine before others, and the amount is much more.

Someone nearby immediately yelled: "What's going on? I came first, so you should serve this person the wine first, right?"

The bartender was very forceful, and extended the classic Italian chicken paw gesture, "Don't eat the sour radish, shut your mouth, and I will serve you wine."

Seeing the chicken paw gesture, the person who yelled suddenly lost his momentum, and waited obediently.

Bill, who was chatting with Eddie, witnessed all this and knew that the tavern had a gang background.

"By the way, do you know where you can find a temporary job? The kind that pays quickly, and doesn't stick to gangs and doesn't get guns." Bill asked Eddie.

To be honest, although Bill knew that Michael Jackson would be a huge hit in the past ten years, MJ was already famous, and the 200 dollars in Bill's pocket could not be invested.

Let's buy stocks. He knew that Apple would have a big drop in the 80s, the kind that fell from the top of the head to the heels, so he didn't dare to buy it yet.

Wait until the end of the 80s and the beginning of the 90s to buy Apple stocks to be the most profitable.

The rest of the famous stocks, such as Microsoft, have not yet been listed at this time, and they will not be available until 86, seven years later.

After thinking about the current situation repeatedly, Bill realized why successful people often emphasize how the first pot of gold came.

Because the first pot of gold is the hardest to earn.

With the initial funds, as long as you have good vision, you can always snowball your fortune bit by bit.

As a time traveler, what Bill lacks most is vision, he lacks a start-up capital.

Of course, it is also impossible for Bill to sell the historical trend he knows in the form of information, not to mention how to make others believe what he said, just seeing others make money with the information he knows is enough to make people uncomfortable.

He would rather not make money himself than let others make money with the information in his head.

"Buffalo, you're making things difficult for me. There are many ways to make quick money. If you don't get involved with gangs and guns, you basically don't have any." Eddie shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

He is also a low-level Italian who gets by. He has a bottom line if he doesn't hang out with gang members like Anthony, and he can't be asked to be more self-motivated.

After fooling the other "Gods", the bartender suddenly came over with a large glass wine bottle, calmly refilled a glass for the two, and then asked Eddie why he shook his head.

Eddie explained it to him naturally.

It seemed that the bartender and Eddie were very familiar, and Bill followed up with his request.

"Bro, it's going to be very difficult for you to do this, why don't you go to gamble? I'll tell the casino, I won't use tricks on you."

Bill knew that the largest source of income for gangs in the Northeast of the United States is illegal gambling, and the Italian community controls this industry.

According to the meaning of the bartender's words, he can let Bill go to the casino on his gang's territory to play, and let the casino not cheat.

Bill waved his hand, "Forget it, gambling is not a way to make money, it costs money."

The bartender was a little bit reluctant, and asked, "Then why are you willing to fight? We often have jobs where we go to other casinos to make trouble. The requirement for this job is that you are not a member of our gang, and the money you pay is quite a lot."

Bill shrugged and said no.

This job sounds like a blame game. If you go to the opposite casino to make trouble and disturb the business of the opposite family, without the protection of the gang that the bartender belongs to, you will not be far from death.

What kind of cement is sealed in the oil tank barrel, and then there is a private seat in the New York Bay, and the one-stop service of the gangster will serve you all.

Eddie on the side reacted, "Bro, this is my own, don't lie to Bill, his sister is going to college, so he is trying to get money."

"That's right." The bartender looked at Bill again from head to chest, "I thought... Going to college is a good thing, a great thing. We are a family, you want to earn tuition for your sister, right..."

Bill nodded. Although xenophobic means that Italians like to report to the group, the bartender just now obviously had no good intentions, and he didn't want to be overly enthusiastic.

"You wait for my news, at most two days, I will find you a job that does not involve gangs and does not touch guns, so that our Italian girls can learn."

"Thanks, I'm waiting for your good news." Bill raised his glass, although he didn't believe the bartender's words, he still had to give face.

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