The Death Knell

The blond man was a little curious. In fact, the two of them had the same frowning face these days, but today the black-haired man seemed to have picked up money.

He took another sip of wine. Now the police were so busy that no one cared about the drinkers anymore.

"What good news? Did Hoover resign?"

The black-haired man shook his head and bared his teeth in a contemptuous expression: "Who cares who lives in the White House, I mean we can find jobs."

"What job?" The blond man was interested. He just wanted to work to make money to support his family.

"Come on, cheers. Let's talk after another sip." The black-haired man whetted his appetite, smiling evilly and reaching out to toast to him.

The blond man shook his head helplessly, and the two bottles clinked again.

"Dun, dun, dun...ah..." the black-haired man sighed contentedly: "Last night at 1 o'clock, the midnight express arrived. Fortunately, my wife was asleep, otherwise I would be discovered. If you actually buy alcohol, you’ll definitely kill me.”

"To put it bluntly, if we go home today without good news and smelling like alcohol, our cemeteries can be neighbors."

The blond man rolled his eyes upwards. His friend was right. The family was very nervous. Buying wine now was a waste of money.

"Well, I don't want my epitaph to read 'Tom Barnes, died after buying two bottles of wine.' Wouldn't that make me the worst drunkard?"

The black-haired man told a joke. They were now hiding in the corner of the dock warehouse, surrounded by stock certificates that someone had lost, and they were blown away by the wind and flew away from sight.

"Let's talk about work. The epitaph is about whether he died of drinking or his wife poisoned him."

The blond man shook his head. This joke was not funny at all. There was no one with a smile on his face on the street.

"Oh, yes, let's get down to business. Anyway, I picked up the wine yesterday and paid for it. The delivery person didn't leave immediately. He asked me: 'Do you like Skywalker's wine?', and I said: 'Yes, this I only drank Skywalker for a few years,' and then he asked: 'Do you want to work for our boss?'..."

The blond man frowned and interrupted his friend: "Wait, he asked you if you want to work for the gang?"

"What gang? How can a winery be a gang?" The black-haired man who called himself Tom shook his head and expressed his contempt for the blond man with his lips curled up: "They don't steal or rob, they do business seriously. Let me tell you, this Prohibition won’t last more than a few years, and by then won’t wineries be legal businesses again?”

When the blond man heard this, it was true. They had lived in New York since childhood and had seen a lot of gangsters. However, apart from violating prohibition laws, the members of the winery had never heard of anything else.

Prohibition is written in the Constitution, and the crimes that are listed alongside it are treason, dictatorship, crimes against humanity, etc. It is more like a kind of black humor to see how selling alcohol appears among these crimes.

The hunger in his belly prevented him from thinking too much. He only ate a thin piece of bread today, and his friends should have done the same.

So even if you work for the winery’s gray business, wouldn’t it be fine as long as you don’t do anything that goes against your conscience?

"Well, go on, is the job you're talking about delivering goods? They work the night shift, and they are invisible. Is that okay?"

Tom recalled: "No, he was talking about the group recruiting workers, and gave me an address. It is said that there are all kinds of industries. As long as you have the hands and feet, and work hard, you can find the job you want, although the salary is not It’s extremely high, but it’s no problem to feed a family these days.”

"Where's the address? Let me see."

The blond man stretched out his hand. He believed that this was not a joke, but if it was true, then why drink? The two of them would try it immediately.

Tom took out a card, which was the size of an ordinary business card: "What's the hurry? I checked the time. Look, the recruitment starts at night."

"Walter?"

The blond man took it and took a look, right? The interview location was in a large warehouse next to the dock. He used to be the dock dispatcher and he knew the location of the nearby buildings.

But the interview started at 12 o'clock in the morning. Isn't this too weird?

For real gangsters, they also have a meal to join the gang. They usually take the newcomers to have dinner in the family restaurant and introduce the members of the family.

But it's 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, isn't it a little late for dinner?

It has to be said that the blond man was so hungry that he was thinking about eating.

"It's only 7 p.m. and the sun hasn't set yet. We should be the first people in line."

Tom smiled confidently, stuffed the card into the blond man's breast pocket, wrapped his clothes, and patted it to reassure him.

"Okay, then we have to work together, work hard and live a good life." The blond man put his arms around Tom's neck and rubbed the hair on the back of his head happily.

"It goes without saying that you can have a good drink this time, right?" Tom glanced at his friend teasingly, but nodded without hesitation.

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In fact, interviewing in the middle of the night is not Su Ming's bad taste, but because the employees of Midnight Express have worked in the dark for so many years. It is impossible for Su Ming to organize a large-scale recruitment event just by himself and Gin. It is necessary to mobilize manpower.

Now the most reliable workers are the winery and midnight express workers. If you recruit during the day, doesn't it mean that your existing workers have to work for more than 20 hours continuously?

So we might as well mobilize all the employees to organize the recruitment tonight to avoid having to deal with jet lag in the future. It should be still dark when the recruitment is over, so we can go deliver the goods then. After all, Su Ming is not a devil.

As for recruiting people for what purpose, people with relevant technical backgrounds, such as welders, fitters and forgers, are sent to the three departments of tanks, aircraft and shipbuilding.

Those who do not have these related capabilities but have worked in factories before are sent to arms companies to expand production. Although the gun has not yet been finalized, the bullets can already be prepared.

If you don't know a single Chinese character, can't spell your own name correctly, and have only a little strength, then you can only go to an ocean freight company to help unload cargo, or work on a farm.

If there is nothing, Su Ming will not turn you away. He will give you some relief money every month. He will find a corner on the street to squat and act as an informant for the group. There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me. Please give me more. Intelligence is never a bad thing.

Of course, different positions have different benefits, it all depends on the individual's ability.

During the recruitment in the evening, Su Ming left the matter to Gin as usual. He wore a high-end suit and coat and sat quietly in a luxury car on the roadside to observe.

The clock of the famous Riverside Church struck midnight, and people were walking through General Grant Park one after another. The largest recruitment event in New York's history was also launched in the cold dark night. People came in groups and walked towards the former New York with hope. Hong Kong, this is the best news they have heard since the stock market crash.

It’s not that no one had an idea of ​​these night travelers, after all, there was very little lighting in this era, but when they knew that these people were going to participate in the recruitment of the winery, they all gave up their previous ideas.

If it was an ordinary person who robbed, it would be robbed, but if he caused trouble while working in the winery, he would be tied to cement and sinking to the bottom of the water before dawn.

As for whether it is the bottom of the Hudson River or the seabed outside the port, it depends on how well you plead guilty.

Gin Jiu has been running the business over the years. From being unfamiliar at the beginning to being ruthless and ruthless later on, Su Ming has given him a lot of guidance. As long as he regulates his people and doesn't harass civilians, then he can use as much ruthlessness as possible to deal with other gangsters and gangsters.

Now that the world has become like this, although there are some other gangs in New York who can work hard to support it, Su Ming basically has the final say in the city's underground order.