American Entertainment 1982

"This is the result of your four hours of part-time work every day? If I were the owner of this fishing boat, I would not pay you a penny." Melonie covered her nose with one hand, and kept waving her other hand to disperse the small boat. The stench of fishing boats.

Tommy Hawke stuck a clip on his nose to block his nostrils, and skillfully checked various equipment on the fishing boat, such as electrical circuits, generators, coolant, sails, rigging, fish cranes, water pipes, and batteries , spare fuel, spare battery, heard what Melonie said: "Mr. Rocco Waldman originally promised to lend me another fishing boat that I cleaned up with my own hands, but he went back on his word and drove the boat himself. A clean boat went out to sea, this is another fishing boat of his, I haven't had time to clean it, it was my job to do today."

"There are two policemen looking over at the pier, Tommy." Melonie looked around and suddenly said, "Do you know what we are going to do?"

Tommy looked up, and there were indeed two young patrolmen on bicycles on the pier who stopped to blow the wind. He looked away and continued to straighten out the rigging: "Why don't you ask them directly?"

"Me? Ask them?" Melonie didn't respond.

"Good afternoon, officer." Tommy straightened up, waved his hands vigorously at the two mounted policemen, and shouted loudly, imitating the joking tone of those fishermen in the past: "How are you, are you interested in going for a ride on the boat? I'm going to smuggle some American goods to sell in Cuba, and then bring back two hot Cuban girls to make a lot of money!"

"Earn more, kid. I hope I can see you return home with a full load in Cuba." The policeman on the shore waved his hand and laughed, "Besides, before you smuggle out to sea, I suggest you take care of that junk ship. I need to remind you that if this ship goes to Cuba, it would be too embarrassing for the Americans. In addition, Cuban women also have aesthetics, they are not blind, and they will board any bad ship."

When Tommy Hawke took the initiative to tell the police that he was going to smuggle, Melonie was so frightened that the whole person stood still. It was not until the police responded that she put her heart back into place: "Are you crazy, Tommy? What if The police suspect you..."

"Auntie, if the police believe me, he is crazy." Tommy Hawk walked into the cockpit, started the fishing boat skillfully, and sailed towards the dark blue ocean: "If the smugglers don't want to torture themselves, they must not It will be smuggled with this kind of old-fashioned fishing boat that needs to be steered by hand. It will take us six or seven hours to get the goods. The walking skills may be one step faster than ours."

"How do the smugglers get their goods?"

"For real smugglers, time is money. It only takes two to two and a half hours for their speedboat to reach the processing ship from the port, and then another two and a half hours to drive back to land with at least 400 boxes of cigarettes. They can earn back the cost of buying a speedboat after three round trips, and they can buy a luxury house in Boston with the money earned in three days." After adjusting the course, Tommy Hawke took out a cigarette and lit one, and looked at Melo next to him Ni:

"After listening, do you think you are worthy of the title of smuggler now? I have said it many times, we are just poor ghosts selling cheap cigarettes, and we don't deserve to tarnish the title of smuggler."

Melonie was still a little nervous when she first went out to sea, but after Warwick disappeared on the horizon behind her, the surroundings were indeed as Tommy Hawke said, and the fishing boats can still be described as an endless stream. The vulgar jokes or out-of-tune singing of the fishermen were far less desolate and lonely than she had imagined, which made her gradually relax.

It wasn't until night fell, when the searchlights on the ship were turned on, and Tommy Hawk began to join the public channel to continuously report his location, that Melonie, who was almost suffocated, understood why the police didn't believe that they were going to smuggle in Cuba. Slow down, Castro may have died of old age, Cuba has completed the revolution, and their ship has not yet drifted to Cuba.

"Sit down, we're here." Tommy Hawke said after ending the call on the radio again.

Wrapped in a padded coat, Melonie raised her head and looked around. This time without Tommy Hawke's prompting, she saw a mountain-like cargo ship ahead, with a huge Marlboro cigarette brand printed on it. , the lights on the boat are brightly lit, and people and machines can be seen walking and running on the boat.

There are many transshipment barges moored around the freighter with bright searchlights on. The freighter continuously delivers the goods to the barge, and then the barge assembles it for the ship that picks up the goods. I saw a few speedboats roaring in the dark after assembling the goods beside the barge. White waves rose up in the ink-like sea water, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Melonie witnessed a speedboat passing not far from her own fishing boat, mooring to the side of the barge, quickly loading the goods, completing the delivery and then disappearing from her sight.

What shocked her even more was that all the speedboats of the other party had disappeared, and the fishing boat that Tommy had uttered to the police to smuggle in Cuba was still driving at a slow speed, failing to get close to the nearest barge.

"Now I understand why you said Mrs. Herbers was faster than us on a bicycle, and why the police didn't believe us." Melonie said dumbfounded: "We don't deserve it."

Finally, I slowly got close to a barge. Several employees in the uniform of Philip Morris on the barge came over with searchlights on their heads and shouted at the fishing boat:

"Man, this is a tobacco processing ship, not a fish transshipment ship. It's already the second fishing ship tonight. Has your fishing company changed business?"

They thought that the fishing boat Tommy Hawke was docked in the wrong place. Tommy walked out of the fishing boat wearing a heavy raincoat to protect against wind and waves: "Carlo Leon, I called before, and Mr. Will from Miami introduced of."

"Carlo Leon?" Hearing Tommy's words, the first employee on the other side looked down at the reservation information in his hand with the help of the overhead light: "It shows that you need two hundred boxes."

"It's me." Tommy nodded.

After checking the order, the employee raised his head and said to Tommy, "Then you have to pay me $40,000."

Tommy Hawke handed Melonie the 40,000 yuan mortgaged by Melonie to the other party. After the employee counted it, he handed it to the companion who was responsible for collecting the money. The crane was transferred and loaded into the cargo hold of the fishing boat. The whole process did not require manual operation. Tommy Hawke couldn't help feeling the caring service of the capitalists again.

"Dude, next time you come here remember to help your boat increase the horsepower. I can fill up three speedboats with enough time to do your business." When watching Tommy Hawke leave, the employees of the tobacco company on the barge still I couldn't help laughing at this dilapidated fishing boat.

The fishing boat left the barge, adjusted its course, and began to slowly head north towards the Gulf of Maine. After Melonie looked at the cigarettes excitedly, she turned and walked back to the cockpit. Tommy, who was driving the boat, had a strange expression on his face, like What are you thinking about:

"What's wrong?" Melonie asked.

Tommy said: "The staff of the processing ship said that I am the second fishing boat to go up tonight."

"So? Is there anything strange?" Melonie asked puzzled.

Tommy took a sip of whiskey against the cold: "In other words, there is probably another poor man who is as desperate as I am."

Sorry, it's too late, I just released the two chapters together, I'm sorry.