America's King of Poetry

Chapter 24 The Solution

Arthur saw the bags of white flour, looked at Trud's panicked look, and added Artest's description just now, and he had already guessed a lot about what happened.

It was a black boy who accidentally picked up a windfall, but didn't know how to cash it out.He didn't have a channel to ship the goods, he couldn't find a reliable person to take over, and he didn't want to see the bags of platinum being wasted, so he found his best friend Artest, hoping that he could give him an idea.

Artest's father had been a bodyguard for the black boss, but Artest didn't dare to bring this kind of thing to his father, otherwise he would definitely be beaten severely.Although Artest knows some gangsters, they are just some low-level punks.Moreover, the drug trading market in the black area is controlled by gangs.You pick up other people's goods and sell them on other people's fields. Once you find out, there will be an extra body in the Hudson River the next day.

Out of loyalty, Artest still wanted to help his friend, and he thought of Arthur.The Italian gang and the black gang are completely two organizational systems. Artest wants to sell the goods to the Italians and let them ship the goods, so the person who lost the goods should not be able to find out.

Artest had a good idea. The Luciano family did run a part of the drug business. If Arthur ate the goods and let Montolo sell them, he could make a small profit.

"How? I tried it, it's very pure, and the quality is very good. It should come from Mexico." Trudeau saw that Arthur didn't speak, and took the initiative to say, "Sell it to you at half the market price... a third is fine, just want to sell it. If you don't want it..."

Tru looked at Artest beside him, he was a little impatient, wondering if the person Artest was looking for was reliable or not.

Artest whispered: "Don't worry, he is very reliable." For some reason, Artest felt that Arthur was very reliable.

Tru muttered softly, "He doesn't even inspect the..."

Arthur did not inspect the goods, so he would not touch these white noodles. He knew that the drug trade was extremely profitable, but he didn't have any liking for this kind of thing that erodes people's bodies and squeezes people's flesh and blood in exchange for money.He rewrapped the torn paper bag, twisted it into a ball tightly, and said to Tru: "Boy, when did you pick up this bag?"

"The day before yesterday." Trou replied, his eyes rolled, and he couldn't figure out what Arthur wanted to do.Does this guy want to be black and black?

"Have you slept well these two days?" Arthur asked again.

Tru thought for a while, shook his head, and sighed: "I haven't slept well these two days."

Indeed, Tru's eyes were bloodshot. Since he picked up the package, he couldn't sleep at night. For a while, he thought about selling the package and making a fortune to be happy and happy;

After struggling for a day and a night, he finally couldn't bear to discuss with his best friend Artest, and Artest recommended Arthur to him.

"If I buy this bag and give you some money, I bet you won't sleep well." Arthur leaned closer and said to Tru, "This bag is worth a lot. As long as it gets out, someone will check it. There is no impenetrable wall in the world, as long as you check it, you will definitely find it. Since then, you have been in trouble, worrying about being killed all day long. You have a lot of money, and you will spend it, go drinking, and pick up girls. Many people will see that Tru gets rich. Someone will think about it. Remember, some people will break their mouths, and some people will suspect where you got the money. Gangs are not police and courts. They don’t need evidence to arrest people, they just need feelings. The feeling is you, that’s you, not you, but you. Can you understand what I mean?”

Trudeau's eyes were turned straight by what Arthur said, and his mood became more restless. He replied a little rudely: "You mean you want to take it all yourself? No money?"

There was a contemptuous smile on Arthur's face. This little black is still thinking about money, and he really wants money before his life.Arthur didn't care too much about Tru's life and death, what he really cared about was Artest.Although Artest has done well in history and successfully entered the NBA, it is really hard to say whether Arthur will change after his arrival.Arthur didn't want Artest's cash cow to be influenced by the people around him, and he might even die on the street.

"I don't want this pile of things, but Ron asked me to help you solve the problem, and I will tell you the solution to the problem and trouble." As he said, Arthur crumpled the paper bag in his hand again, crumpled it into a tighter ball, and then suddenly threw it towards the Hudson River!The paper bag drew a high arc and fell into the water with a plop, and was quickly washed away and swallowed by the river.

Needless to say, the white flour inside will melt in the water to feed the fish after a while. I don’t know if it will affect the health of the fish.

And Toru saw Arthur throwing a large bag of white flour into the river, ran madly towards the Hudson River, rushed into the river with a splash, trying in vain to retrieve the paper bag.Realizing that he couldn't swim, tripped by the undercurrent in the river, and took a sip of water, Toru came to his senses and scrambled back to the bank, drowned.

Tru looked at Arthur, feeling angry in his stomach, and wanted to vent the resentment in his heart to Artest, but he couldn't beat Artest.In the end, he squatted on the bank of the river and cried, crying with snot and tears: "I need money! My sister is still sick! My mother has to work three jobs! What can I do? Steal? Rob? I can only rely on luck, and finally my luck came, and it was all ruined! It was all ruined!"

Seeing Tru's sad look, Artest knelt down to comfort him. He put his arms around Tru's shoulders and said, "I think Arthur did the right thing. You know those Mexicans. If they find out, they will kill you." And Artest knew that Tru was good at farting when he said these words, and his sister just had a cold.His mother works three jobs, and Tru won't give her mother any money when she gets money.True just felt sorry for his lost opportunity to have fun.

After Tru finished crying, the teenager wiped his tears and took off his jacket, wringing out his clothes and trousers. Arthur led the two of them back to the Roll-stone restaurant.Without that trouble, the three of them sat in the restaurant to order food generously, and even the eyes of those black people looking over became soft and harmless.

Arthur ordered Tru two beef hamburgers, fried chicken, chips, and a pint of beer.Tru, who lost a pack of platinum, began to gobble it up. In the past two days, not only did he not sleep well, he also didn't eat well.It's better now, relaxed, Xiao Hei is good at this point, he can think about it, he is drunk now, and emotions come and go quickly.Just now he was gnashing his teeth at Arthur, now that Arthur treated him to a meal and gave him another hundred dollars in cash, Trudeau was grateful to Arthur.

"Ron, it's amazing that you can meet such a friend! Your friend will be my friend from now on!" Trud's mouth was full of hamburgers, and he still patted his chest to brag to Arthur.With french fries in his mouth, Arthur thought this kid was cute and ridiculous.With a brain like his, if he really sells that package of drugs, the result can be imagined.

This large amount of drugs, divided into small packets of the same weight, must have been distributed by drug trafficking syndicates.The goods from different channels are different in purity, packaging and other details, and those who know the goods can tell the difference at once.If they are found out by following the clues, the gang will definitely make an example of others, so that no one dares to embezzle their goods.

Of course, in the final analysis, Arthur is still for Artest and doesn't want him to be implicated.And the drug money, Arthur will not touch it at all. The Luciano family will launder in the future, and the first thing to be laundered is the drug business.

After the three of them finished eating and left the restaurant, Arthur pulled Artest aside, and said: "Focus on playing basketball, that is something that can really change your destiny, and stop hanging out with those cronies. It's okay to hang out, don't get involved in crimes, and your fate will be in your own hands." After speaking, Arthur clenched his fists, "Also, drink less, it will hurt your body. I hope that the next time you call me, it's not about this kind of trouble, but about basketball-related issues. OK?"

Artest had a bad temper and disobeyed discipline since he was a child. Only the basketball court can tame him, but now in front of Arthur, he is also obedient like a lamb.Arthur's words sounded like magic to Artest, and Arthur also felt that his persuasion became stronger when he spoke.I wonder if it has something to do with that little girl?If one day I read that poem in its entirety, would it be possible to tell people to death?

After giving instructions, Arthur patted Artest on the shoulder, and left Queensbridge on a motorcycle.He is very busy today. On Good Friday, he has several places to go.Just like Jesus carrying the cross, embarking on the road of redemption.

Tru and Artest watched Arthur ride away. Tru touched his still wet clothes and said with a bitter face: "My money..." Now that the guy had enough to eat and drink, he started to struggle again.Artest ignored him and said, "True, I'm going back to school in the afternoon, and I'm going to practice."

……

Arthur rode his motorcycle all the way east from Queensbridge along the subway line.The subway in New York began to turn into light rail when it arrived in Queens. The subway in New York is very developed. When you don't know the way, just follow the light rail line.

After crossing an X intersection, Arthur saw what he was looking for - a restaurant called No. 55 Coffee Shop.This is Jackson Heights on the East Side of Queens, the earliest Mexican settlement in New York.Tony's maid, Flo, lived here, and she had left her address that day and told Arthur that her house was in an apartment near No. 55 Coffee Shop.In addition to working as a maid in Tony's house, she occasionally works part-time at No. 55 Coffee Shop to give the family an extra subsidy. Single mothers are very hard.

Arthur opened the door and entered the cafe, just in time to see Flo, dressed as a waitress, taking orders for a table of guests.Arthur found a seat and sat down. Flo quickly noticed Arthur, and his expression became tense.She knew Arthur would come, but not when.She has two children, a mother and a brother, who live in Jackson Heights and have nowhere else to go.

Something terrible happened that night at Tony's house. Florian had nightmares for days, couldn't sleep well, and lost a lot of weight.Fortunately, Russell settled a sum of wages, allowing her to temporarily spend a period of time without work, and only rely on part-time workers to support the family.She was worried, for fear that one day people from the Luciano family would come to silence her and kill her whole family.But even though she was afraid, she didn't have the courage to resist or escape. She could only choose to believe in that young man named Arthur Luciano.

After meeting Arthur, Flo was both nervous and relaxed at the same time, finally came, and finally gave me a result.

Flo came to Arthur, cut her hair, and asked softly, "Mr. Arthur, what do you need?"

Arthur tapped the table with his fingers, and said, "I need you to take off your work clothes, take me to your house, and visit your family."

With a look of hesitation on Flo's face, he said, "But...but I'm working."

"Now you lose the job."

"But I...I need a job."

"I'll give you a job, a great job."

Arthur said firmly, not allowing Flo to question him.

(End of this chapter)