I kidnapped an alien civilization

Although the requirements and behaviors of the mysterious wise man are very weird, and some of them even exceed the thinking mode of normal people, Old John decided to bury all his doubts deep in his heart, and then earnestly follow the mysterious wise man's plan to build a printing shop.

In North America, a place where money is the main thing, as long as you have money, everything is easy.

It only took less than two weeks for the printing shop to open. After Old John connected the printers to a mysterious website according to the key passed by the mysterious woman, he was ready to announce the official opening of the printing shop.

After a brief training for those employees, the error rate of typing has been reduced to 0.1/1000, which can fully meet the requirements of the mysterious woman.

Listening to the crackling sound coming from the store, Old John felt extremely comfortable. Although he didn't understand why those strange codes were printed, as long as he could meet the mysterious woman's request, he could get as many as fifty dollars a month. million dollar salary. That's enough for Old John.

With $500,000 a month, then by the end of the year, he can change to a big house, and he and his wife can pay their pensions.

Life starts to get better.

Just as Old John was sitting in the bright office, imagining a bright future, a small employee ran in nervously.

He stammered and said: "Director, something is wrong. A group of people came outside our store, and they shouted to close our store."

Close the store? So arrogant?

This print shop is a guarantee of the future, and Old John will never allow anyone to destroy it.

"Come on, let's go and see who dares to be so arrogant!"

Old John's face suddenly darkened, and he walked quickly outside. Of course, when he walked into the corridor, he still didn't forget to dial a phone number. Hearing the unhesitating answer from the phone, Old John felt relieved and went downstairs.

Outside the gate, a group of young men in denim jackets with silver rings on their noses and gold chains on their waistbands were standing outside the gate holding baseball bats.

Their hair is dyed so colorful that they look like descendants of macaws.

"Who is the owner of this store, get out quickly, or I will smash this store!"

"Hahahaha, the boss is really stupid to open a printing shop here, doesn't he know that our elder brother has taken a fancy to this shop?"

"That's right, that's right, our eldest brother is the second eldest brother on Thirteenth Avenue, and some people dare to argue with him in the site that the old man likes, and he simply doesn't want to live!"

Those young people looked very arrogant, as if they were the real masters of this street.

"Boss, why don't we call the police, these guys don't look easy to mess with."

Seeing the scene outside, the clerk next to him was already trembling with fright, and quickly whispered in Old John's ear.

"There's no need to call the police, because calling the police is useless!" Old John waved his hand, telling the clerk to return to his seat and continue working. He can handle the outside affairs.

At a glance, he recognized that the young people outside were all from Thirteenth Avenue. They grew up in the neighborhood and were good at stealing chickens and dogs. They spent more than half of the time in prison every year. Prison is like home to them.

Moreover, their behind-the-scenes bosses are likely to have inextricable connections with the government. Even if they call the police, those North American policemen who are full of food and drink will not care.

So, that being the case, Old John decided to solve it in a way unique to Thirteenth Street.

He strode outside.

At this time, although the employees of the printing shop were dancing their hands on the keyboard dazzledly, their eyes were all aimed at Old John, and they were all worried about Old John in their hearts.

The salary of the printing shop is 200% higher than the market price, and the benefits are complete, and there are paid vacations every year. The more important thing is that the work is very simple, just typing.

Such jobs are extremely rare in New York City and even in the whole of North America, so all the employees are secretly worried that once the print shop is shut down by these guys, they will never find such a good job again. But if they want these typists to go out and face those young people, they can't do it, so they can only secretly pray for Old John.

When the young people outside saw Old John coming out, they all waved baseball bats in order to come up. The morning sun fell on Old John's gray hair, giving him a layer of golden light.

A young man with a scar on the corner of his mouth walked up to Old John with a sneer: "Old man, you are the owner of this store, are you pretending to be the savior here?"

Facing the provocation, Old John just frowned and smiled faintly: "Yes, I am the owner of this store. My name is Old John, but I am not a savior, I am just an ordinary person."

"Hahahaha! This old man is a bit interesting, the brothers have opened their eyes today!"

When those young people heard Old John's words, they laughed in unison. The leading young man waved his arm and rolled up his sleeves to reveal the tattoo on his arm.

In Thirteenth Street, tattoos are a symbol of identity for these young people.

There are strict regulations on tattoo patterns. Generally speaking, the more complex the tattoo patterns, the higher the person's status in the neighborhood. However, if any young man dares to disregard good and evil and mistakenly tattoo the design of his superiors, the end will be miserable. At the least, he will be beaten and driven out of the street, and at worst, the tattooed arm will be chopped off with an axe .

The glare of the sun made Old John narrow his eyes, and he could see that the leading young man had a vulture tattooed on his arm. Judging from the size of the vulture, his status in the neighborhood should be a middle class.

According to the default rules of the thirteenth block, a middle-level person can lead 30 juniors and own five shops, so he can be regarded as a prominent figure, no wonder he is so arrogant.

However, Old John didn't have any timidity. He knew that in the face of such rascals, he could only be more ruthless than them. Old John strode forward and reached out to grab the baseball bat.

"Hey, you old man has some strength!" The young man in the lead only felt that the baseball bat seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, and he couldn't move it even if he pulled hard.

The leading young man was born in martial arts and had received professional taekwondo training. The strength of ordinary people cannot be compared with him at all.

It seems that he met Lian Jiazi!

The young man in the lead straightened his face, and the hippie smiling face just now disappeared without a trace. He said with a smile, "I'm a smiling kid from Thirteenth Avenue, so I dare ask you for your name!"

Smiley Boy, it looks like that's a nickname!

But this nickname doesn't fit the reality at all. This guy's small face is so ugly, how can he be called a smiling boy?

Old John frowned and replied, "I am Old John who lives on the corner of Thirteenth Street."

The smiling boy was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked, "Are you from Thirteenth Street, too?"

"Well, it's an old resident. I've lived there since my grandfather's generation."

The smiling boy had frivolous brows and looked in disbelief. He asked suspiciously: "You, an old resident on Thirteenth Street, can afford such a big printing shop. How rare is it?"

Thirteenth Street is a slum in New Testament City, where most of the residents are people who don't even have formal jobs, and can only help the rich in the city as odd jobs, look after their children, and do laundry. Few are able to open a shop.

What's more, for such a big store, the smiling boy had already inquired about it before he came to look for something. The rent plus equipment and personnel costs would cost at least five million dollars.

It's amazing how much money a man on Thirteenth Street can have.

But all of this has nothing to do with the smiley boy. He just needs to extort a large sum of money from the printing shop according to the order of his elder brother.

"Old Mr. John, although we come from the same block, according to the rules, you should still pay the protection fee. Let's see, the original protection fee is two hundred thousand dollars a year. I think you are a neighbor, and you can make up your own mind. Fifty thousand dollars will be enough!" The smiling boy put a baseball bat around his neck and looked at Old John with a smile.

It's too casual to lose 50,000 US dollars all of a sudden.

Although Old John knows that these guys who do business without capital can blackmail as much as they can from those shops. But it was beyond his imagination to be so casual.

One hundred and fifty thousand dollars is not much, and the old John now has the support of a mysterious wise man, so he can afford it completely, but he knows the system, even if he pays the smiling face boy a protection fee of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, the smiling face boy will not let it go Print shops have a high probability of continuing to blackmail.

This kind of gangster on Thirteenth Avenue only has money in his eyes, and the so-called reputation does not exist at all.

Thinking of this, Old John put on a straight face: "Smiley boy, it's not that I don't give you this face, it's just that I invested all my money in the printing shop."

All the money in the print shop?

The smiley kid was dubious. If it was another shop owner, he would have rushed up with a baseball bat, but the strength shown by Old John just now made him hesitate.

The boy with a small face turned his eyes and said with a smile: "We are also civilized people, and now we are in the high-tech era, and our Thirteenth Street should also keep pace with the times, so, for the sake of our neighbors, I will let you pay in installments .”

"Instalment payment?" Old John was stunned. It was unbelievable that this word came out of the mouth of a gangster.

"Yes, you pay a down payment of 100,000 U.S. dollars first, and then distribute the remaining 50,000 U.S. dollars to each month. In this way, the operating pressure of your store will also be reduced." The smiling boy licked his face and smiled. He came up with it, and it has already been affirmed by the leading brother. Moreover, they are not afraid that those shop owners will not pay the bills on time, after all, no shop wants to be troubled by people all day long.

It's a pity that the smiley boy's method is good, but Old John has already made up his mind. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't get out the $150,000. You should go back. When the printing shop makes money, I will naturally Visit your boss yourself."

These words made the smiley boy instantly angry. In his opinion, this bad old man is lying completely. It is easy to make a store look like it is losing money, and this bad old man wants to talk to his elder brother in person. , that is simply a joke.

"Old man, don't be shameless. I respected you as a neighbor on Thirteenth Avenue just now, so I repeatedly asked you to inquire about it. My smiling boy is also the number one person on Thirteenth Avenue. I am disabled every year. The people below have eighty if not one hundred. From now on, all the agreements just now are void, and the protection fee of two hundred thousand dollars cannot be less. Today you have to give it, or you have to give it!" Smile The boy was completely enraged, he stood in front of the printing shop and shouted loudly.

The dozen or so little brothers behind him also started to make noise at the same time, building up momentum for the smiling boy.

"That's right, since when did we suffer from such uselessness, I think this old man is looking for death!"

"Smiley boy, don't talk so much to him, let's rush into the shop and smash all the equipment inside!"

"That's right, that's right, if every shop owner on this street is like him, how can we collect protection money!"

Everyone waved baseball bats as they spoke, trying to rush into the store.

The printing shop is related to the future of Old John, it is his hope, how could Old John be willing to let these guys destroy it, fly out, kick one by one, just three or two times, and kick down five or six people.

Then with his hands behind his back, he stood in the sunshine lightly.

"Wow, this guy is so powerful!"

"Oh, my leg is about to break!"

All of a sudden, the gang of thugs on Thirteenth Street were stopped, and they all took two steps back in unison.

The smiley boy saw the fear on the little gangster's face, and sighed in his heart, he had encountered a hard stubble.

At this time, he can't do anything.

I saw the smiling boy reached out and took out a desert eagle from his bosom, pointed it at Old John's head, squinted his eyes and sneered, "Old man, you are very powerful, aren't you? Try it again, believe it or not, I will make your head grow bigger." Get out of a hole!"

Seeing the boss take out a pistol, the punks all burst into laughter.

Now it's stable!

Generally speaking, gangsters like them are not allowed to use guns when they are in action, because although their big brothers have a good relationship with the North American government, they will not deal with general fights, but once they use guns, it is inevitable. Someone will die at gunpoint, and in that case, the impact will be great.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Old John seemed calm, but his heart became tense, and he couldn't stop shouting, damn old Jessie, why didn't he come here? Could it be that his leg was broken!

Just when he was about to give in to the smiling boy, a locomotive roared and rushed over.

The violent roar instantly attracted everyone's attention, even the smiling kid. Riding on the locomotive was a gray-haired, thin old man. The old man was wearing a helmet and sunglasses, so he couldn't see his face clearly. But the smiling boy thought of a legend about the thirteenth block, and his heart shuddered.

Could it be that guy? Now it's bad!