Although the requirements and behaviors of the mysterious wise man are very strange, and some even go beyond the normal thinking mode, Old John decided to bury all his doubts deep in his heart and then seriously follow the plan of the mysterious wise man to build a print shop.

In North America, a place mainly based on money, everything is easy to do as long as you have money.

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

After brief training, the employees' error rate of typing has been reduced to 0.1 per thousand, which can fully meet the requirements of the mysterious woman.

Listening to the crackling sounds coming from the store, Old John felt very comfortable. Although he didn't understand why he had to print those weird codes, as long as he could meet the requirements of the mysterious woman, he could receive a salary of up to 500,000 US dollars a month. This was enough for Old John.

With a monthly fee of $500,000, then you can change to a big house by the end of the year and pay both his and his wife’s pensions.

Life begins to get better.

Just as Old John was sitting in the bright office and began to imagine a beautiful future, a small staff member ran in nervously.

He stammered: "Supervisor, something is wrong. A group of people came out of our store, and they shouted that they would seal our store."

Closed the store? So arrogant?

This printing shop is the guarantee of the future, and Old John will definitely not allow anyone to destroy it.

"Let's go and take a look. Who dares to be so arrogant!"

Old John suddenly lowered his face and walked out quickly. Of course, when he walked into the corridor, he had not forgotten to dial a phone number. Hearing the unhesitant answer from the phone, Old John was relieved and walked downstairs.

Outside the gate, a group of young men wearing denim clothes, with silver rings on their noses and gold chains tied to their belts were standing outside the gate with baseball bats.

Their hair was dyed colorfully and looked like descendants of macaws.

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

"Hahahaha, this boss is so stupid to open a printing shop here. He doesn't know that our elder brother is interested in this shop?"

"That's right, our elder brother is the second-ranked brother on Thirteenth Street. Some people dare to fight against each other in the territory he likes. He simply doesn't want to live!"

...

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

"Boss, why don't we call the police? These guys look bad."

The clerk next to him was already trembling when he saw the scene outside, and quickly lay down in Old John's ear and whispered.

"No need to call the police, because it's useless to call the police!" Old John waved his hand and asked the clerk to return to his seat to continue working, so he could handle the outside.

He recognized at a glance that the young people outside were all from Thirteenth Street. They grew up struggling in the neighborhoods and were good at stealing and staying in prison for most of the year. The prison is like their own home to them.

Moreover, the boss behind them is likely to have a close relationship with the government. Even if they call the police, the North American police who have eaten and drunk enough will not care.

So, since that's the case, Old John decided to solve the problem in the unique way of the Thirteenth Block.

He strode outside.

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

The salary of the print shop is 200% higher than the market price, and it has complete benefits, and has paid leave every year. What’s more important is that the work is very simple, just type.

Such work is extremely rare in New Testament and even in North America, so all employees are secretly worried that once the printing shop is closed by these guys, they will never find such a good job again. However, if these typists want to go out to face the young people, they can't do it, so they can only pray for Old John secretly.

When the young people outside saw Old John walking out, they waved their baseball bats to get up, the rising sun fell on Old John's gray hair, and put a layer of golden light on him.

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

Faced with 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."

"Hahaha! This old man is a little interesting. Brothers are pretty open today!"

When the young men heard Old John's words, they laughed at each other. The leading young man waved his arms and rolled up his sleeves to reveal the tattoo on his arms.

In the Thirteenth Block, tattoos are a symbol of the identity of these young people.

The tattoo pattern has strict regulations. Generally speaking, the more complex the tattoo pattern, the higher the person's status in the neighborhood. However, if any young man dares to be ungrateful and mistakenly tattoo the pattern of his superior, the ending will be very miserable. At the very least, he will be beaten and kicked out of the neighborhood, and at the worst, he will use an axe to cut off the arm with a tattoo.

The dazzling sunlight made Old John squint his eyes. 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-level.

According to the default rules of the Thirteenth Block, a middle-level team can lead thirty little brothers and own five stores, so they can be regarded as the top figure. No wonder they are so arrogant.

But Old John was not timid. He knew that facing such a rascal, he could only be more ruthless than them. Old John strode forward and reached out to grab the baseball bat.

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

The leading young man himself is from martial arts and has received professional Taekwondo training. The strength of a normal person cannot be compared with him at all.

It seems that I have met Lian Jiazi!

The leading young man looked up, and the hippie smiled just now disappeared without a trace. He smiled and said, "I am the smiling boy from Thirteenth Street. I dare to ask for his surname!"

Smiley boy, it seems that this is a nickname!

However, this nickname is not realistic at all. This guy's little 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 on Thirteenth Street."

The smiling boy was stunned for a moment when he heard this and asked, "Are you also from Thirteenth Street?"

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

The smiling boy had frivolous eyebrows and looked incredible. He asked in confusion: "It's rare that you, an old resident of Thirteenth Street, can afford such a large printing shop?"

Thirteenth Street is the slum of New Testament City. Most of the residents there are people who don’t even have formal jobs. They can only help the rich people in the city to work handymen, look at their children, and wash clothes. Few people can open shops.

What's more, it's such a big shop that the smiling boy has already inquired about it before coming to find trouble. The rent, equipment and staff costs at least $5 million.

It is really surprising that a person on Thirteenth Street can have so much money.

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

"Mr. John, although we are from the same neighborhood, you should still pay the protection fee according to the rules. Let's do it. The original protection fee is 200,000 US dollars a year. I'm going to take it upon yourself to be the neighbor. It's only 150,000 US dollars!" The smiling boy put the baseball bat around his neck and looked at Old John with a smile.

It's too casual to lose 50,000 US dollars at once.

Although Old John knew that these guys who had no business could blackmail those stores, they could blackmail them a little. However, it was beyond his imagination so casually.

The 150,000 US dollars is not much. Old John now has the support of the mysterious wise man and can afford it. However, he knows the system that even if he pays 150,000 US dollars in protection fees to the Smiley Boy, the Smiley Boy will not let the printing shop go, and there is a high probability that he will continue to blackmail.

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

Thinking of this, Old John raised his face: "Smiling boy, it's not that I don't give you this face, but that all my money was invested in the printing shop."

Have you invested all the money into the printing shop?

The smiling boy was half-believing and half-doubted. If it were another shop owner, he would have rushed forward with a baseball bat, but the power that Old John showed just now made him hesitate.

The little-faced boy turned his eyes and smiled: "We are also civilized people. Now it is the era of high-tech. We should keep pace with the times. Let's do this. For the sake of the neighbors, I will ask you to pay in installments."

"Installation payment?" Old John was stunned. The word was spoken from a gangster's mouth, which was a bit unbelievable.

"Yes, you pay a down payment of 100,000 US dollars first, and then the remaining 50,000 US dollars will be distributed to each month. In this way, the operating pressure of your store can be reduced a little." The smiling boy licked his face and smiled. This method was still what he thought of and had been affirmed by the leader. Moreover, they are not afraid that the owners will not pay the fees on time. After all, no store wants to be disturbed all day long.

Unfortunately, although the smiley boy's method is good, Old John has made up his mind and smiled and said, "Sorry, I can't get the 150,000 US dollars. You'd better ask me back. When the printing shop makes money, I will naturally visit your boss in person."

These words made the smiling boy angry. In his opinion, this old man was just lying. It would be easy to make a store look like it was a loss of money. Moreover, this old man wanted to talk to his elder brother in person, which was simply a joke.

"Old man, don't be shameless. I just respect you as a neighbor of Thirteenth Street, and I want to let you ask again and again. You also go and inquire. My smiling boy is also the No. 1 person on Thirteenth Street. Every year, there are no one hundred or eighty people under my command. From now on, all the agreement just now is invalid. The protection fee of 200,000 US dollars cannot be reduced. Today you have to give it, and you have to give it if you don't give it!" The smiling boy was completely angry. He stood in front of the printing shop and shouted loudly.

The dozen or so brothers behind him also started to make noise, creating momentum for the smiling boy.

"That's right, when have we ever been so cowardly? I think this old man is just looking for death!"

"Smiling boy, don't talk to him so much. Let's rush into the store and smash all the equipment inside!"

"That's right, if everyone on the shop owner on this street is like him, how can we charge protection fees!"

Everyone said that, they waved their baseball bats and wanted to rush into the store.

The printing shop is related to Old John's future, and it is his hope. How could Old John be willing to let these guys destroy them, fly out, kick one by one, just a few beats, and knock down five or six people.

Then, with your hands behind your back, standing in the sunshine with a light wind and clouds.

"Fuck, this guy is so awesome!"

"Oh, my legs are almost broken!"

....

This suddenly shocked the gangsters on Thirteenth Street, and they took two steps backwards at the same time.

The smiling boy saw that the gangster's face was filled with fear and sighed in his heart. He said that he had encountered a tough guy.

At this time, he can't do it.

The smiling boy reached out and took out a handful of desert eagle from his arms and pointed it at Old John's head. He squinted his eyes and sneered, "Old man, you are very awesome, right? Try it again. Believe it or not, I'll give you another hole in your head!"

Seeing the boss take out his pistol, the gangsters were so happy that they 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 North American governments and will not deal with ordinary fights, once they are fired, someone will inevitably die at the gun. In that case, the impact will be great.

Facing the black gun, Old John seemed to have a calm expression, but his heart became nervous and kept shouting, "Why didn't the damn old Jesse come yet? Is it because his leg is broken?"

Just as he was about to surrender to the smiling boy, a motorcycle rushed over with a roar.

The violent roar instantly attracted everyone's attention, and even the smiling boy was no exception. The one riding on the motorcycle was a gray-haired and thin old man. The old man was wearing a helmet and sunglasses and couldn't see his face clearly. But the smiling boy thought of a legend in the Thirteenth District and felt a sudden trembling heart.
Chapter completed!