Chapter 122 12: Little People (Twelve Updates)
"I heard that a big shot will come to the area tomorrow to give a condolence speech and give a gift."
"Which big shot? How old is it?"
“The biggest one.”
At night, Abdul rode his bicycle home as usual, and heard several people chatting together downstairs in the apartment.
But he didn't notice that someone was quietly following him.
"Is it Mr. Olivier? How could a big shot like him come here?"
"Isn't it just a show? He wants the votes of us immigrants."
< br>"You are a bit funny. Let's not talk about the illegal ones. Even if they are legal, how many people living here have obtained nationality? It is not that easy to live in ten years."
"We don't have it. Those who can It’s early.”
"But if you don't give it to him, there is no other choice. Everything else is right."
Abdel didn't care much about this. After listening to a few words, he carried the bicycle upstairs.
"Fahd, don't chat with those people, they are too extreme. If you continue like this, you will be brought in unknowingly!"
"I just chat casually, Nothing has been revealed! Stop talking, I’m full!”
As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard my mother’s voice teaching Fahd a lesson.
Opening the door, Fahd hurried out and almost tripped over his bicycle.
"Brother, I'm going to sit with Rashid for a while."
Fahd bowed his head and said hello, then trotted away.
Abdel watched Fahd's back disappear, and then looked inside the room. His mother was already serving dinner: "Don't worry about that kid, let's eat first."
"I am I understand, little kids of his age are easily attracted to extreme ideas, and the more we preach, the more enthusiastic they become." My mother kept talking.
Abdul followed her words: "We can send him to a better school. Today my rank was upgraded and I got more salary. And today someone asked me to do maintenance. Maybe I can learn something in the future." Just like my predecessors, I make some extra money.”
The extra money he refers to is helping residents in the same community repair pipes at a relatively low price through publicity.
Of course, it cannot be done in the apartment environment they live in now.
My mother was silent for a while: "But now I am mainly thinking about moving. How can I have so much money to arrange a good school for him? Besides, it will be difficult for him to keep up. The little manual work I have done I can’t earn much every day. It’s too hard to support all these big things.”
“I’m fine, Mom, I’ll be fine. You said that hard work is the ladder to success, Fah. De Nari, let’s work together to prevent him from continuing to indulge in those thoughts.”
"Yeah. Never fall into extremism, no matter how angry you are and how much you want to take revenge on society," the mother seemed to mutter to herself.
After dinner, since tomorrow is Sunday, he has a day off. He plans to go to the simple basketball court downstairs to play some basketball.
But as soon as he came downstairs, he met two people he didn't want to see.
"Abdul, I haven't seen you for a few days and you seem to be doing well." Hip-Hop Xiaohei greeted him with a playful smile and put his arm around Abdul's shoulders without any explanation.
Abdel tensed up and held back his disgust: "What's the matter?"
"Hey, don't be so cold. After all, we are still in the same boat." The hip-hop boy patted his heart.
Abdel was genuinely horrified by this statement.
What is the same boat? You two murderers and I are not and cannot be in the same boat! The two men half pulled and half pushed Abdul to a dark corner. In the darkness, Abdul could not see their faces clearly.
"You have to know that you have given us perjury. If you don't want to be caught and go to jail, you should be smarter."
The hip-hop boy's change of attitude caught Abdul off guard. It was obvious that the other party was the murderer, but why was he the one who was threatened?
Anger, grievance, fear. Complex emotions impacted his brain, making it difficult for him to react for a while.
The hip-hop boy seems to be quite experienced and "teaches well": "Brother, you are the only pillar of your family. What do you think if something happens to you? What will they do if a woman takes care of a child? This messy slum, we are different, we don’t even have an identity, we are illegal immigrants, and we have two lives.”
Abdel’s eyes were erratic, and he saw another serious guy who was always touching waist.
".What do you want?" His voice was dry and hoarse, and he made a compromise.
"Look, I've already said that we are brothers. If we are in trouble, we need your help now. It's not much, just this amount." The hip-hop boy showed his white teeth and gestured with his fingers in front of his mouth. He paused so that Abdul could see clearly.
This amount is one-fifth of his monthly salary.
To be honest, it was not as much as he expected.
But he actually knows very well that these people are testing your bottom line, and when you compromise, they will become more and more excessive.
"I must take my mother and Fahd out of here as soon as possible." Abdul made up his mind to use this money in exchange for a period of peace of mind.
He never thought that he could escape from the slums but not from his job. Brother Martin actually knew where he worked.
As if he didn’t know what he was thinking, Hip Hop Xiao Hei happily led him to a place with some light, and then watched him take out the banknotes. The amount was not enough, but after Hip Hop Xiao Hei took it He waved his hand generously.
"Okay, this much is enough. Don't worry, if you have any problems in the future, please come to our brother Martin. We still have some dignity working under the boss."
He He pointed upward with his hand. After all, gangs are always inseparable from slums.
However, the hip-hop guy is also bragging, and they are just low-class gangsters.
At the same time, Abdul also saw clearly that what these people said was cheaper than paper towels in the trash can.
Standing for a while as if he had lost his soul, he looked at the excitement on the basketball court without any thought, and dragged his heavy steps back to the house.
“Why can’t this world operate according to the rules?”
For the first time, Abdul had this kind of philosophical question.
After coming to Gaul, he always heard such words. Whenever he did something wrong, he would more or less say "Immigration is like this" and "Immigration". , no wonder”.
He did not refute these words. Even if he felt uncomfortable, he just used a more diligent attitude to study, correct, and try his best to do as well as others.
Diligence is a ladder, diligence is wealth, diligence is virtue. He came here after listening to his mother's words.
Perhaps her father's extremes and ending frightened her, so she would try her best to teach her children to be down-to-earth and diligent.
But he understood that deep in his mother's heart, there were also extreme emotions, but they were suppressed by her and rarely exposed.
After hurriedly taking a shower and returning to the room, he dug out the remaining money from the secret place, counted it several times, and dotted a teardrop on the old banknote.
He wiped away the tears silently.
Life must go on, even if you have no money to renew.
Thanks to "Linjiuye" for the reward
(End of this chapter)