A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 365 My Ribs Are Getting Cold

When I came to the barbecue rib shop between two buildings in Brooklyn again, the black owner Bumpy still looked cold.

After ordering the food, Arthur gnawed on the ribs in his hand when the food was served, but found that Linda was uncharacteristically not eating, but sitting there thinking about something.

"What's wrong? Is there anything you can't understand?"

Linda nodded and asked:
"Why did you kill Forman?"

"Huh? Little girl, don't talk nonsense. If you see it, you will talk nonsense." Arthur said with a smile.

Linda puffed up her mouth and said dissatisfiedly:

"I'm not stupid, otherwise why are you covering my eyes? I'm just curious. Don't you want the money that was taken away from you in Forman Bank?"

"Of course I do, but someone has to pay a price to set an example for other unconscious people. My money is not stored in more than one or two banks, and I can't waste time visiting all of them in person. Man." Arthur said after tearing off a piece of meat from the ribs.

It seemed that Arthur was eating too much. Linda, who barely agreed with this answer, also picked up the ribs in front of her and started to chew on it.

"Next, who should we visit next?"

"us?"

"Oh, what else?" Linda cast a sober look at Arthur.

Now that Lonnie has gone home to be scolded by himself, he can't just throw Linda into the hotel, just take him with him.

Arthur put down the ribs with only bones left, and looked at Linda who ate later than him but at about the same speed as himself. Arthur said:
"Do you want another one? If not, we should prepare to leave to visit the next one."

"Has everyone else eaten?"

Linda turned back to look at Charlie and the others sitting at other tables, and saw that they had already finished eating and were waiting.

"Then I don't want another one." Linda said a little unsteadily.

This grilled ribs is indeed delicious, but I don’t blame others for coming to Brooklyn from other places just to have this bite. I saw Linda saying she didn’t want it, but actually she wanted another one. Seemingly, Arthur stood up with a smile, went straight to the window and said to Bambi who was busy inside:
“Boss, can your house be packed?”

"No." Bumby refused without thinking.

"Add money?"

Bumby said without even raising his head:
"Huh, add more money... When you have money, it doesn't seem to matter how much you spend. Until you have no money, you will know that every cent has its intended use. Young people, at least, at my age , I can definitely call you a young man, and I should also be regarded as your senior, just to remind you, today you don’t know whether tomorrow you will be anxious about this penny.”

Unexpectedly, he was educated, but Arthur didn't have any other bad thoughts.Although the words of the black boss named Bumby were not pleasant, they were indeed a kind reminder.

However, when it comes to money, Arthur will not be swayed by other people's words, especially after experiencing so much. He smiled and thanked Bumby for the reminder, and then said:
"Money is a piece of paper if it is not spent. It is money when it is spent. I just wanted to pack a rib for my friend who ate on the road. She has a big appetite and we happen to have things to do, so there is no way to wait in Here’s another one, I have to say, boss, your ribs are really well grilled.”

It seems that he was very satisfied with Arthur's attitude of listening to people's persuasion, or because of the last compliment, he rejected Arthur's Bambi at the beginning, and finally packed a rib for him, and this one was just made Good for others.

Seeing this, Arthur still wanted to give more money, but Bambi refused again. He said:

"I remember that you two have come here to eat before, so just think of this as the preferential treatment I give to regular customers who have seen it. No money is needed. I still prefer the feeling of tipping others."

Accepting the packed ribs, since it saves the time to wait for re-baking, this is much faster than Arthur expected, so Arthur asked curiously:
"Bumby, I can call you that. If I'm not wrong, I feel that you were definitely not a store owner before, so why not start over?"

"Start again?" Bambi smiled self-deprecatingly, then took off the cigarette pinned to his ear, lit it directly on the stove, took a deep puff, and said:
"I see that you have brought a lot of people with you. I don't want to guess what you want to do or what you do. And the question you asked me, I can only answer you this way. As far as I know, there are almost no people in this field who can do it." If you die well, since you can leave alive, why should you let yourself get involved in the quagmire again? No matter how much money I have, I will only eat three meals. No matter how powerful I am, I only need a hut where I can sleep. Desire It always spurs people like us to keep moving forward, seemingly without any reason. After all, at a certain point, people in this industry will no longer have any goals. They are just driven by desire, and then in emptiness and confusion. Ending life in a meaningless life.”

Arthur was a little stunned. What Bumby said was something he didn't expect. He originally thought that this black boss who always behaved very coldly would just deal with his problems casually, but he never expected that he would get such a wonderful person. Unexpected answer.

"Been taught a lesson."

In the end, Arthur only kept the meal fee and did not give Bumby any more money.

Until he took the packaged ribs and took Linda away from here, Arthur was still thinking about what Bambi said.

"What are you thinking about?" Linda noticed that Arthur was a little distracted.

"Let me ask you a question, don't you always say that your father is a very powerful person? So has he told you about his life goals?"

Arthur's question somewhat bothered Linda. She had never heard her father talk about this question. Making money and raising them seemed to be Linda's entire father's life goal.

"Make a lot of money?" Linda finally chose an uncertain answer.

"What's the point of making a lot of money?" Arthur was a little confused by what Bambi just said.

Linda frowned. Although she didn't know why Arthur went to pack a portion of ribs and pondered this issue, she saw that Arthur was a little confused, so she said seriously:

"Be clear, Mr. Morgan, life is meaningless, and making money is naturally meaningless. I can't say that a life pursuing meaning is a life without value, but it is definitely a very stupid thing. Things like meaning always belong to In the future, we live in the present, whether it is making money or achieving success, there is no meaning in doing things, just do what you want, it’s that simple.”

"You are very good at talking, Linda."

"So how long do we have to go? My ribs are going to get cold if we don't!"

(End of this chapter)