Chapter 59 I can spend a day with you like this
Jay Gatsby's mind was running fast, and he quickly screened out the troubles and offended people he might have encountered recently.
For the beloved woman in his heart, he has delayed too long on many important business and events.
Even he suspects that his partner, Mayer Wolfsheim, the gang leader who can do everything, is going to cross the river and tear down the bridge.
But when he was sent by this group of extremely professional and swift people to a new luxury car that he had never seen before, and came to a hidden manor in East Egg, Mr. Gatsby, who was always astute, also Totally confused.
He looked at this large-scale, but not luxurious, full of simple style manor, desperately recalling which rich man the H-shaped emblem was.
Until he entered the living room and saw a very tall and handsome young man sitting in front of him, he didn't think of a reason.
"Sir, I don't think we know each other, I'm—"
"Jay Gatsby, whose real name is James Katz, was originally a poor farm boy in North Dakota. He served as a lieutenant in a military training camp, and then participated in the war. He performed outstandingly because of the special training for meritorious officers. Read Oxford for five months."
James was walking and talking, he sat down, lit a cigar and continued.
"He has a close relationship with the gang leader Maier Wolfsheim, cooperated in the illegal sale of bootleg alcohol in pharmacies, secretly manipulated stocks in violation of regulations, grabbed a lot of wealth in just a few years, and held parties in his mansion for five consecutive years. to attract"
James didn't say anything in the end, he stopped and looked at the man who was confident and calm from his hair to his heels, and gradually became dumbfounded.
Gatsby blushed a little, he took two deep breaths, and asked James with a confident smile: "What do you want?"
James nodded, exhaled smoke, and said with satisfaction: "Without women, you are still smart."
"I want you to do something for me. Before it is done, your personal safety will be guaranteed by me. After it is done, I will give you a future that no matter how rich you are ten times, you can't match it."
Gatsby laughed suddenly, his smile was very contagious, even if it contained a bit of sarcasm, it was not annoying at all.
"I don't know if I have any personal safety issues, this unknown gentleman." Gatsby said quietly.
"Recently, your bootlegging has been on fire everywhere. You have been hiding from Meyer Wolfsheim for a long time. There are more and more cheating tricks in the stock market. How many people are watching you should you continue to talk about it?"
"What do you want me to do?"
James handed him a cigar and said relaxedly, "Get a piece of land."
After Jay Gatsby left, Azazzo suddenly flashed out. He landed on the sofa and asked puzzledly: "Father, this is the first time I see you working so **** an ordinary person. Is it necessary?" .”
James glanced at Asazo, and said seriously: "This matter must not have my shadow appear, and any information related to the Howlett family must not be there. I want to find someone who can challenge me when I turn the poker table in the future." No sound at all."
On October 29, 1929, crowds gathered on Wall Street in New York. The stock market plummeted that day, and desperate people fell in twos and threes from the roofs of the Wall Street Stock Exchange.
The price of the stock market fell to the lowest point, and a worldwide economic depression followed, and the intensity and duration of the depression were unprecedented.
Because many countries paid war debts and money flowed into the United States continuously, the gold reserves in the United States reached half of the world's total gold reserves in ten years.
However, the imbalance of investment at home and abroad, the wages of workers lagged behind the rising productivity, and many independent banks lacked sufficient financial resources to overcome the financial turmoil. After one bank collapsed, depositors from all over the country were forced to withdraw money, forming a crisis that destroyed the entire financial structure. chain reaction.
By the end of 1933, the impact of the Great Depression finally showed signs of reversal, but homeless hobos and street gangs with bad faces can still be seen everywhere on the streets, staring at people wrapped in street gangs.
The secret factory is what the residents of Brooklyn call the Howlett Institute of Advanced Technology. Tight security personnel are on patrol.
I often go in and out of large container vehicles and military vehicles. Some people who work in factories will only say that the work is well paid and the salary is good, but they will not reveal what they have seen inside, so they are called secrets. factory.
"What did you take?"
Several young boys in loose shirts suddenly jumped out and blocked the skinny boy.
"It's just something to eat." The young man spoke as calmly as possible, but his footsteps subconsciously retreated.
"We're hungry too, let's take it out."
The boy stopped suddenly, and he said seriously: "This is for my mother, she is sick."
The tall and thin boy who was the leader chuckled, and said strangely: "Patients are the ones who can't eat. I don't think she will mind. Bring it."
The boy clenched the bags around his chest again, bang! He was kicked and fell to the ground, the bread in the bag and some fruits that looked not so fresh rolled out.
Several young people leaned forward to pick up the food inside, but the young man didn't intend to just hand it over to them.
"Hey! I think you're a stubborn little chick!"
He was too thin, and was knocked to the ground by the tall and thin boy with two fists, and knocked down the trash can on the corner of the street.
The boy picked up the lid of the trash can and stood in front of him. He wiped his nose, looked at the bleeding, took a breath, and shouted: "I can spend a day with you like this!"
boom!
The lid of the trash can was kicked off, several boys kicked and punched the skinny boy around, cursed and took the food away.
The skinny boy slowly propped up his body, sat up, rubbed his back, and leaned against the fence of a step. He sorted out the dirty, messy and ill-fitting jacket, and looked at it lonely. shopping bags.
"What do you think, under such conditions, you have been fighting hard?"
A tall man with half-long hair sat on the steps. He happened to be turned against the light, and the boy couldn't see his face clearly.
"My mother said that a person who is easily bullied like me must not shrink back. As long as there is one time, he will never get up in this life."
The boy's words seemed to be explaining, but it was more like cheering himself up. He rubbed his cheeks, and there were throbbing pain.
"It sounds like she is a courageous person, she often has such thoughts, life is not good, let's go—"
The man patted his pants, stood up, and said to the boy.
"Who, me? Go, where?"
He finally saw the man's face clearly. He was handsome and handsome, and he didn't look very old. The four slightly pointed canine teeth exposed when he smiled were particularly eye-catching.
"Of course, let your mother see her heroic image of a son who never flinches."
The foreshadowing chapter is coming to an end. In order to make the story and the characters appearing in this volume more real and less obtrusive, I did some background research and completed some content.
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