During this period, the social status of American soldiers was not high.
Regardless of the various boasts in literary and artistic works, they are all artistically processed. Not to mention the United States, the social status of British soldiers is also not high. Just look at their income and you will know that the annual income of British soldiers at the end of the last century was between 39 and 52.
Between pounds, which is about the same as the annual salary of a coolie sailor on the dock.
In addition to the basic income, naval soldiers in Southern Africa also receive various welfare subsidies. When the troops are stationed abroad, they also receive overseas allowances. All kinds of income are taken into account. The annual income is between 120 and 200 rand, which is a standard middle class.
As a staff sergeant, Zhu Shun is already in the rank of non-commissioned officers, with an annual income of about 180 rand. His family also has a farm in Victoria, so Zhu Shun carries a lot of small things with him, including watches, rings, and even the exposed gun handle.
It's ivory. In the context of the economic crisis, people like this appear in bars in New York. They are proper fat sheep.
Don't think that you won't get into trouble just by wearing a navy uniform. Those gangsters at the bottom would even dare to kill the president after taking drugs. Robbery is commonplace.
Zhu Shun has not realized how bad the security situation in New York really is.
New York is to the United States what Los Angeles is to southern Africa.
In Los Angeles, the public security is really good, and safety is guaranteed in most cases.
New York is the most chaotic area in the United States. The first stop for many European immigrants to the United States is New York, so many people work in New York and then leave New York to travel to other parts of the United States. The New York City Police Department does this every year
I don’t know how many cases there are in the backlog, and I can’t even check them, so I have no clue.
"Man, what time is it now?" The guy who followed Zhu Shun into the bathroom stood next to Zhu Shun and started talking casually.
"A quarter past six." Zhu Shun answered casually, glanced diagonally downward, and immediately became more confident.
Hey, man!
"Your watch is good. Is it made in England or in Paris? You southern Africans are really rich. A watch like this costs about one or two hundred pounds. It may be more expensive. I am not an ignorant person. I am in Iraq."
Teno has seen a watch priced at 1,500 pounds -" the guy next to Zhu Shun babbled, with his trousers pulled up and his left hand in his trouser pocket without taking it out: " - can I have a look?"
Zhu Shun didn't say anything. He shook it again and again and carefully installed it, then walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.
"I'm talking to you -" the guy with evil intentions yelled and reached out to grab Zhu Shun's clothes.
Zhu Shun turned sideways, stepped forward, and punched the guy directly in the chest and ribs.
The guy immediately fell to his knees, opened his mouth and had difficulty breathing, and looked at Zhu Shun with doubts in his eyes.
At this time, he finally took his hand out of his trouser pocket, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
Zhu Shun was furious and kicked the guy hard on the chin.
The guy immediately fell backwards without saying a word, hitting his head heavily on the wall, and then the bright red blood spread.
Under the dim light, the blood stains were extremely dazzling.
Zhu Shun said nothing, calmly washed his hands, and then pushed the door open and walked out.
Several guys at the door looked at Zhu Shun who came out with surprised eyes.
Zhu Shun turned a blind eye and walked straight through the crowd.
Someone immediately entered the bathroom to check, and then exclaimed: "Catch him, he killed Jack, Jack was killed by that guy -"
Zhu Shun returned to the bar. George White and James were drinking happily. Sitting in Zhu Shun's seat was a woman with heavy makeup. She didn't know when she came.
"Let's go!" Zhu Shun said hello to George White and wanted to run.
"What's wrong?" George White still didn't know what happened.
"Wait a minute, I haven't finished my drink yet-" James put his hand on the woman's thigh, and the woman smiled coquettishly.
At this time, a group of people rushed over from the bathroom and surrounded Zhu Shun, George White and others.
well--
Zhu Shun sighed secretly and casually placed a gold coin with a face value of one rand on the bar: "Brother, bring me a bottle of the strongest wine——"
The strongest?
This request is so strange. When you go to a bar, don’t you ask for a bottle of the strongest wine?
The bartender was obviously not surprised. His eyes lit up when he saw the gold coins. He picked up a bottle of whiskey produced in southern Africa and placed it on the bar.
This kind of whiskey comes in a large black square bottle, which looks like a small eight-sided purple gold hammer when held in the hand. If a bottle is turned around during a fight, the opponent's face is guaranteed to be happy.
"Boy, you just killed Jack." A bald man stepped out from the crowd, a dagger flying up and down in his hand. The United States does not prohibit guns, but guns in the United States are expensive, and daggers are more like the temperament of a hooligan.
match.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense, we haven't even moved here." George White is the sergeant major and has the highest military rank among several people. He is sitting on the high stool in front of the bar, facing the big bald head and leaning on the back.
The bar counter, with a glass of beer in hand.
By the way, this kind of beer mug is also made of a lot of materials. If it hits your head, it's guaranteed to be full of bruises.
"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about that yellow man -" The bald man really didn't intentionally insult Zhu Shun. There are many uglier words than "yellow man". Using "yellow man" to refer to Zhu Shun is already considered.
to Zhu Shun's Royal Navy status.
"You mean the robber?" Zhu Shun said with certainty.
"What a robber, Jack is a good guy -" The bald man said seriously.
"Hahahaha, Zhu is also a good person, we can prove it!" James laughed.
Zhu Shun suddenly felt unhappy. You are a good person, and your whole family is a good person——
"No matter what, Zhu killed Jack and had to do something-" The big bald man casually pulled a man from behind, and his thick arms hugged the guy's neck tightly: "-This is Henry, Jack's
Brother, you killed his brother, what do you think we should do?"
The guy who was dragged over by the bald man was inexplicably surprised. Looking at the bald man, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt blessed: "Yes, I am Jack's brother, and you killed my brother. But Kenny, my name is Ford, not
Henry——"
"Your name is no longer Ford, you are Henry." The bald-headed Kenny had a fierce look on his face, and he was an expert at this kind of thing.
In New York in 1920, many people died every day due to various accidents.
These hooligans in bars don't have the habit of calling the police when something happens, and they don't even think about calling an ambulance. They have no money and can't afford it.
"What do you want to do?" Henry White didn't want to make the matter a big deal.
"To compensate, at least 100 pounds is required -" The big bald man's request was not high, just 100 pounds. This is the price of a human life.
"100? I'm just crazy about money." George White looked surprised. In southern Africa, when you are robbed, you can resist unlimitedly. It is normal to just draw a gun and kill the robber without paying a penny.
"That's a big living person. Isn't 100 normal?"
"That's a robber, worthless!"
"If you kill our people, you must give an explanation——"
"Ten pounds, do you want love?" George White lost money and avoided disaster.
"Don't even think about it, 100 pounds is not a penny less."
"100 pounds is not enough. These British people have money, at least 200 pounds."
George White's concession was regarded as weakness by this group of hooligans. These hooligans are the best at taking advantage of the situation. Once they find a profit, they will swarm like leeches.
"Don't go too far, or you won't get a penny." George White was definitely not weak. A man who could be a sergeant major had countless lives on his hands.
"You beat our people to death, and you still say we went too far?"
"Kill them all down, and everything they have on them will be ours -" Someone in the corner of the bar fanned the flames.
Before George White had time to speak, a cup suddenly hit George White from the crowd.
George White stepped aside.
The glass smashed on the bar.
Then more cups flew over.
George White let out a strange scream, put his hands on the bar, and fell onto the bar.
Under the bar, the bartender pointed a double-barreled shotgun at George White: "Get out quickly, this is not the place you should stay. Remember, if you break something, you have to pay -"
"Pay it to your sister!" George White yelled, then picked up a beer glass and threw it at the bald head.
The bar suddenly became a mess, with beer glasses and saucers everywhere in the air, and some random guy actually smashed a chair into the bar.
The chair hit the wine cabinet in the bar, and countless wine bottles fell down, falling to the ground and shattering. The bar was filled with the aroma of wine, and all kinds of wine were mixed together, golden, amber, pink, and scarlet.
The color is really beautiful.
"Go quickly, go quickly, get out of here -" George White was shocked. If someone threw a cigarette butt at this time, he would not even be able to hide.
“You bastards, you’re going to pay for it—” the bartender holding a double-barreled shotgun screamed, and followed George White as he crawled out of the bar.
There was a mess outside the bar. Although the beer glasses and bottles were more lethal, each person only had one, so they still had to fight with their fists after throwing them out.
The hooligans in the bar were outnumbered. Although the number of naval officers and soldiers was small, they were well-trained and cooperated with each other tacitly, and the melee situation was actually not a problem.
Several people had already fallen down on the ground, motionless and not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
The big bald head rushed directly towards George White.
George White picked up a high stool and hit the bald man hard on the head.
The big bald man fell to the ground without saying a word.
The fire finally broke out in the bar, and then the fire spread quickly. The gangsters and navy officers and soldiers who were fighting were unaware of it. All kinds of strange screams and roars were mixed together. In the corner of the bar, the two gangsters actually rolled into a ball, seemingly
No one realized it.
Boom!
George White finally fired, not to hit anyone, but to fire a warning shot.
The hooligans who had been drunk by alcohol finally sobered up a little and scrambled to escape from the bar.
However, when the naval officers and soldiers left the bar, they did not forget to drag away the people on the ground.