The dilapidated house was filled with a carpet, and there were no sofas around the carpet, only round stools were thrown there casually. On the street stall, an old man in a wheelchair seemed to be waiting.

Crunch.

When the door of the room was pushed open, he walked in with Derek and as soon as he entered the door, he comforted the old man and said, "Don't worry, we have been to all the houses on the street before we came here. For example, when visiting the surrounding residents after the shooting, no one will doubt you."

"sit."

The gray-haired old man sat there and reached out to signal.

Bruno said at the door, "You talk." Then he closed the door, and only the thin TV hanging on the wall was left in the room and there was still a religious program playing.

On the weekend, Derek sat down with him, and they sat on the round stools respectively. Derek recognized the old man at a glance: "I know you, Old Time."

Old time?

It’s a bit hard to tell whether this is a nickname or a time on the weekend. After all, this sentence is too closely connected (if it is changed to English).

"No, my director, you may not know me. The old time you know is just a nickname. At that time, he had many younger brothers. He was standing on the corner of the street and driving a Meiyibao dealer with a very cool golden wheel. How many years ago did he come?"

"I met you in 1989."

"ye, I've been on the street for fifteen years and finally become the leader of the bandits, but I've been in prison for twenty-seven years."

The old man continued, "No, Derek, you don't know me, you are a white man, or a policeman. Although you were raised by black people, your father lived in the white world at that time. You didn't know white people, you didn't know black people, and you didn't know black people, and you didn't know black gangsters."

Derek had no sense of recognition of his words: “Is this sentence written in the Bible?”

"Don't believe it?"

The old man on his face squirmed like a muscle when he spoke, and said, "Then do you think a black gang faces the choice of two suppliers when there is a shortage of supply, how can you win this war? a. A poison-product supplier tells you that as long as you are willing to enter his goods, you will give you a layer as a discount in a year. When the supply is scarce, you will be given priority to supply to you instead of other black-ghosts; b. Another supplier is only willing to wipe out a fraction of the product for you, and will not give you any discounts except that."

"There is no choice at all." Derek said this: "For the drug-product market, the discount on one layer is a huge profit. Drug-product is a holy thing to control addicts. When the source of goods is purified enough, you can sell one portion. When the source of goods is not purified enough, you can sell two portions, and you will definitely not reduce the price."

Lao Shiguang, who shook his head, stopped talking and closed his eyes: "I am old and I am thinking about whether I can be forgiven after death and enter heaven. Similarly, I don't want to leave a piece of hell for my children. This is why I am willing to say something to the police. Bruno is my son-in-law. But now..."

"Select b." He spoke on the weekend.

Old Shiguang didn't even raise his head: "Is this a supplementary answer?" He didn't look down on this Chinese.

"This is an underground economy. The characteristic of the underground economy is that everyone must grasp every profit that must be able to grasp. If it were on the street, the damn drug supplier a could not even guarantee his own stability. He might go to prison or be shot dead the day after he finished saying this, and his promise was worthless; b, 500 US dollars is zero, and when the transaction volume reaches hundreds of thousands, 5,000 US dollars is also zero."

Lao Shi looked at the weekend with a little joy: "Do you understand the underground economy?"

“I have read several books about sociologists investigating why black people are poor.”

"I'd like to talk to you."

"Bruno, send this director's gentleman to the living room for coffee."

Derek looked at the weekend in surprise. He didn't understand why the weekend of criminal investigation suddenly understood the old man's thoughts.

How could he know that this is simply the experience of a criminal policeman? Why are the perpetrators repeatedly arrested? They are short-sighted, especially in recent years, more criminals are just trying to get some card money and online fees. The same is true for drug dealers. This industry is full of uncertainty. This old man who has experienced the weather and frost may have promised many things in his life. As a result, when he turned around, these people who made great promises were either arrested or killed, which led to the underground economic concept that the elderly were completely inconsistent with the market economy.

There is no relationship with the so-called sociologists investigating why black people are poor.

When the door opened, Derek walked out, and the only old man was left in the room and the weekend. The old man pointed to the weekend and said, "I can understand how you feel now. You are like black people. You just regarded this place as home and had to face the special gaze of white people."

"What do you want to know?"

I said a word over the weekend: "Gangster."

"The police want Montek to have no gangsters."

“ball**.”

"Child, you're fooled by the speeches of those grand goals and politicians. If you want to know the gangsters in the black area, you have to understand the black people first. Chris Rocky lived in a luxury villa because he presided over the Oscars, but his neighbor was just an ordinary white dentist, not the best dentist in the country. This is the situation of black people. Those white people always want us to think that work is sacred, ideally great, and everyone should put all their efforts and their lives, and give the black people the least salary when they get paid."

Lao Shiguang paused for a moment and sighed, "Sorry, people are always long-winded when they get old."

I sat there on the weekend and looked at the old man quietly: "It's okay."

"Now, I'll tell you what a gangster is."

"Do you know what the gangsters of our time are like?"

"You must not know." Lao Shiguang smiled in his memory and said, "The people under my command have to go through a process before entering the gang. He needs to squat at the police station every day until he can recognize every policeman. Montek is not big, and there are not many policemen. If he comes out and doesn't even recognize the police, you will not only be unable to lead a group of people, but you deserve it if you die."

"At that time, we didn't have a phone call, so we would hire some children with small bills. These children would stay in the neighborhood and shout codes when they saw familiar faces. The police did not understand these codes, and they didn't know that they had been exposed."

He interrupted on the weekend: "That was the street state thirty years ago, right?"

"Yes, is there any difference? Now you can understand why you can only catch j, and theft case was solved because of J's evidence? J was placed on the street for you to see. If you want to catch him, the evidence is just that, and you can't see anything else at all."

Lao Shiguang joked: "Do you think I'm an old antique?"

"I'm just saying that the natural enemy of every street leader is a policeman. You don't even have the ability to live in an environment surrounded by natural enemies. How can you become a leader?"

"Have you seen drug dealers in the black area?"

"Have you seen murders outside the firefight in the black area?"

“Did you see a stolen sale store in the black area?”

"Don't think I'll know gangsters after watching a few gangster TV series. Now he is in the Internet age."

A white-haired old man in a wheelchair said this, it was really...

"Speak more." He listened quietly on the weekend. To be honest, these things don't sound new, and the police did not sound as bad as Lao Shi criticized. He had too strong subjective ideas, but you can't correct him at this time.

"What did I say to you? Didn't you come to investigate the street fighting case? I didn't see anything."

Lao Shi did not stop his narrative. He meant that he would never appear in the witness stand and touch the Bible and swear.

"Young people, you must know their structure when you want to catch these people. I tell you that all the fighters who appear in the street video today will not participate in any business in the gangsters. Their position is 'thug'. Why did the black area suddenly become clean in a few months? I am not referring to block hygiene. Not to mention Evan Basdale doesn't like money, but he wants to do more hidden things. Such things will never be told to others, including 'thug'."

"Some people who respect us old guys have told us a lot of fun things. Some of them are in charge of Evan Basdale's business. They said that Evan moved the stolen goods store to the auction market of 'e-b-ey'. God, this old guy must have been a Jew in his previous life. The genius believes that those who lost things can see their own things at a glance when they open the website. Even if they are stolen, it doesn't matter. The identity information of the character is stolen. As long as the stolen goods are moved, no one knows who once lived in the house for the express delivery of the mailing items."

"Since they are so careful about stolen goods, they will be more cautious. Evan should be the first among so many street leaders to use dating software on their mobile phones to establish countless contact lines. When customers ask for goods, they only need to send a less obvious message, such as 'Hello, good morning, good afternoon, good evening' to determine whether the other party is going to buy 'bad goods (powdered ka-in)' or 'fast-g (fast-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-gro-

"The most important thing is that these people will never be able to register with their own identity information."

"A few days ago, I heard something very interesting, saying that when the police from other states cooperated with Dea to destroy the online drug trafficking den, they rushed into a nursing home. Of course, this could not be reported. I think Evan suddenly changed his business method because he found some inspiration in this news."

"Maybe for your police, money is the easiest clue to find, but Evan will not relax. These stolen money will become an investment in Evan Basdale's business. For example, the fried chicken shop was run by his nephew. All the dirty money turned into chicken nuggets and fries. The money sold back became a legitimate income. The stolen money was taken away by the farmer. Who are you arresting? This is just a metaphor. I don't guarantee that Evan's store is a money laundering tool. After all, a fried chicken shop is too small."

I thought about the weekend that if all the old guns could come forward to analyze the operation of the gang, combined with everything they heard and saw, those bosses would probably collapse in an instant.

"Old Time, do you think of the street fighting that just happened?" He said the fighting from beginning to end.

"I only know that the Mexicans are going to kill Evan, and they have taken action more than once, but Evan avoided it."

Lao Shiguang thought about it and said, "I'm not sure whether my ideas are correct. To understand all this, you must first understand the streets."

"Mexicans sent people to attack directly on the streets to shock the blacks. Only by throwing Evan's body there will the blacks understand that they have provoked people they shouldn't be provoked, which means that the Mexicans have reached an unrevealed level. At this point, Evan must die. If he fails once, he will come soon..."

He suddenly stood up on the weekend and immediately pushed open the door and shouted at Derek: "D, the whole town is searching, the bald killer is still in Montek!"

Then he ran out and left the house with Derek like a whirlwind.

Originally, Evan was not a problem for the weekend, but the problem was just whether the killer would immediately escape after failing to get a blow.

After saying these words, Lao Shiguang leaned back on the wheelchair and leaned back, saying to himself: "Did I say too much? Will those brothers who have entered the grave not forgive me when they see me in hell?"

"Forget it, letting my children live in this clean world is my greatest wish, even if one day they will be poor and stop the hospital from treating me, and after I am seriously ill, I will declare that I will die without treatment."
Chapter completed!