In the past two days, the Jewish gangs and the Irish have been fighting, and I have felt a deep sense of comfort.

Because he was in it.

Every day, we deliver the goods with great care, always on guard against attacks from the Irish.

He only has three people now, and to be honest, although Sean and Ryder work hard, their fighting ability is really average.

If something happens, you have to deal with it yourself.

An Yi has been thinking these past two days that he should find some help.

That kind of fighting help.

It had been two days since he last visited Bill. After delivering the goods in the morning, An Yi drove to Murphy's Clinic and came to Bill's ward. He pushed the door open without knocking, but when he opened the door, he saw a scene that surprised him.

Bill was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and a look of great enjoyment on his face.

There was a large bulge in the middle of the quilt covering him.

The lower body was exposed beside the bed, wearing a white nurse's uniform and tight flesh-colored stockings, while the upper body was under the quilt.

“Ahem~!”

Anyi coughed twice.

Bill's eyes suddenly opened.

The quilt that was shaking suddenly stopped. A woman quickly crawled out from under the quilt. She took a quick look at An Yi and looked much more relaxed when she saw that she was not from the hospital.

The woman quickly tidied up her messy hair and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm cleaning him."

"You have friends coming over. I'll come to see you this afternoon," the woman said to Bill.

"See you this afternoon."

Bill and the woman said goodbye with a smile.

"It seems that you have recovered well and are full of energy." After the woman left, An Yi teased Bill.

This guy,

I almost died from excessive blood loss a month ago, but now I have the energy to play with women.

Bill laughed.

"Her name is Monica. She is a nurse in this hospital. She is a good girl and serves very attentively."

"Yeah, it's really thoughtful."

After some jokes, An Yi got down to business. "Bill, you know about the conflict between the Jewish gang and the Irish these past two days, right?"

"Yes, there are many reports in the newspapers," said Bill.

An Yi pondered for a moment and said, "After we were attacked last time, I felt that we were short-handed. The conflict has escalated in the past two days, and I have been very careful. I have an idea in my mind that we should recruit more people."

Bill was immediately interested.

"What do you think, Jon?"

"Sean and Reid work very hard, but their fighting ability is not good. I think we should find some people with fighting ability, such as veterans like you and me." An Yi said.

"Who are you going to see?" Bill asked.

"We can look for brothers from our former squadron. I got to know a lot of people while treating my illness. Maybe we can try asking them."

Bill was silent for a long time, then looked at An Yi and said seriously, "Joan, I have a suggestion."

"What?"

"Joan, let's get started. You will be the boss and I will assist you. Let's recruit a group of people. I believe we will become the strongest group in the Jewish gang!"

After Bill finished speaking, he looked at Anyi hopefully.

Formal fuck?!

An Yi took out a cigarette and gave one to Bill. They both lit up and started smoking.

It has been more than half a year since I came to this world. After gaining a preliminary understanding of this world, An Yi's initial goal was to work hard in business.

Even though there are many differences between the two times and spaces, he has insights that transcend his time and he believes he can succeed.

However, during the time he joined the gang, An Yi realized one thing: he had no foundation and it would be very difficult for him to get started.

Even if he succeeds in business in the future, in this cannibalistic society, wealth cannot necessarily be kept.

Even if you have a money-making project, how do you get started?

Funding, connections, social norms, government departments.

Any one of them is a big hurdle.

After you have developed through untold hardships, you will inevitably be targeted by people with ulterior motives, and many people will pounce on you like hungry wolves to bite you.

Moreover, these hungry wolves are often very powerful, and entrepreneurs will most likely fail at this stage.

Going further, there are even stronger crocodiles waiting for you. They are powerful and are the leaders and rule-makers in every industry.

It's so difficult for you to fight your way out of the siege.

"Das Kapital" said that the original accumulation of capital was full of blood.

gang.

It may not be a way out.

If you can really make a name for yourself in this field and possess your own power, it can become a force to protect your wealth in the future.

Of course.

In the process, he must be careful to protect himself from being caught and imprisoned.

Another thing is to whitewash at the right time.

The cigarette has burned down.

An Yi has made a decision.

Look up at Bill.

"Bill, will you be my partner?"

Bill was very happy when he knew An Yi agreed.

"Of course, just like before on the battlefield, you lead me in the charge, and I'll be your deputy, and we'll definitely make a lot of money, Hardy."

An Yi reached out to Bill.

“Pah~!”

Bill slapped An Yi's hand hard.

An Yi was about to leave, and before leaving, he said:

"You guys should get well soon. By the way, be moderate and don't waste the little nutrients you have worked so hard to gain on women."

Bill smiled and waved goodbye.

Return to residence.

An Yi pulled out a suitcase from under the bed and found a notebook.

Opening the notebook, it was filled with densely packed names, addresses and contact information.

Now that he has made up his mind, he might as well do it in a big way. An Yi is ready to put all his energy into the underworld career.

And An Yi also made a decision that from now on, he would hide his previous name and be called Jon Hardy from now on.

......

orange county.

Inside a restaurant.

Richard was washing dishes in the back kitchen. The dishes piled up in the basin in front of him formed a mountain. His eyes began to itch again, so he stood up and rubbed them with the back of his hand.

At this moment, the fat restaurant owner came in and saw Richard was taking a break. He immediately yelled:

"Richard, don't be lazy. There are many customers ahead of you. Everyone is busy. Look at how many plates you haven't washed yet."

Richard looked at his boss with his remaining right eye, lowered his head and continued washing the dishes.

The fat boss glanced at Richard and said sarcastically, "Richard, if you hadn't begged me, I would never have given you a job. You know, there are plenty of people looking for jobs now."

"Without a job you can only sleep on the street and eat garbage, so you have to work harder, you know, people have to be grateful."

Richard kept his head down and said nothing.

The fat boss felt bored and turned away.

Richard washed the dishes silently.

A year ago, he was a sniper in a squad fighting against the Japanese on the battlefield in Asia, and he killed countless enemies.

But in a battle, he exposed his position and was retaliated by the enemy with mortars. A shrapnel hit his left eye. Although he did not die, he lost an eye forever. He stayed in the hospital for half a year and finally retired and returned to his hometown.

His eye injury did not heal completely and would become inflamed from time to time. The ongoing treatment used up all of his retirement benefits. Richard's family lived in the countryside and lived in poverty, so they were unable to support his treatment.

Richard went out to work despite the pain.

A disabled person.

Can only do the lowest level of work and get the lowest salary.

Being scolded by the boss has become the norm.

He could only endure.

Because I don't want to lose this job.

......

Hardy walked into the restaurant.

A waiter came over and asked Hardy what he wanted to eat.

"I want to ask a person, does Richard work here?" Hardy asked.

When the waiter heard that you were looking for someone, he looked a little impatient and said, "Richard, I don't know." Then he turned around and was about to leave.

Hardy frowned slightly.

He went to Richard's home first, and his family told Hardy that Richard worked in this restaurant. How could the waiter say he didn't know?

"He has an injured eye," said Hardy.

The waiter suddenly realized,

"Oh, you mean One-Eye. I would have forgotten his name is Richard. He's washing dishes in the backyard."

One-Eye is not a respectful title.

It seems that he is not having a good time here and is not respected.

"Can you help me call him out and tell him his friend is looking for him?" Hardy said as he handed over a $2 tip.

The waiter smiled immediately when he saw the tip and said, "No problem, I'll go get him."