Big stars who came out of football

Chapter 161 Chapter 160: The Chaotic Streets of New York
The black owner of the hot dog stand in front of Claire is obviously an old man with a story.

The owner of the hot dog stall couldn't use his thumb and middle finger to pick up a spoon and stuff lettuce into his hot dog because of his disabled fingers~
But the boss still stubbornly let his fingers play the role he should have. Occasionally, the boss would expose some faded tattoos on his right arm when preparing hot dogs.

"Sir, your hot dog is ready."

"Okay, thank you for your suggestion just now, I will consider it, are you sure my phone will not be sold by him?"

"If there's no other buyer on the street, your phone will definitely be available there."

"purchase?"

"Yes! Buy!"

Claire turned around and left the hot dog stand with a strange expression on her face. Before eating the hot dog, Claire sniffed the hot dog in her hand and it was no different from the buns in his memory. Then Claire took a bite of the hot dog.

It's just that this time Claire was much more alert, and Claire's originally carefree steps became a little more cautious.

Whenever someone tried to walk past him, Claire would squeeze his pockets.

When Claire walked halfway through this dilapidated street, Claire discovered that the name of this street was "Gerard Avenue in the Bronx".

Although the name of this street is very familiar, Claire just can't remember hearing the name of this street there~
A yellow-skinned boy who looked only 12 years old stared at his black eyeballs, raised the newspaper in his hand happily, and said to Claire, "Sir, do you want a newspaper?" [New York Observer] $4 a piece share."

Claire couldn't help being happy when she heard the name of the newspaper, but Claire still paid $4 plus a tip of $1 because the little boy came from the same hometown as him!
After Claire obtained the ownership of the newspaper, she carefully analyzed the "newspaper".

Newspaper covers feature "scoops" of all kinds.

There are even some reporters with fake names reporting some gossip in this newspaper that can't be seen in other newspapers, and these gossips have a nose and eyes~
After all, there is freedom of speech in the United States. Unless it is specifically targeted at someone, generally no one will pursue who the newspaper is talking about.

Claire found a place where there was no one and looked at the newspaper in her hand while recalling things related to Jared Kushner.

He just met the big boss of this newspaper not long ago!

The big boss not only molested an actress in front of him, but also spit in front of him, but Claire didn't care about other things at the time.

But what I have to say is that the Kushner family, a Jewish family that has existed since the end of World War II, does have something.

Not only did the [New York Observer] break through the monopoly of the [New York Times] market share in New York in just half a year by relying on their "coquettish operation" of throwing a lot of money, but they also successfully used this newspaper to win over quite a few Be part New York politician!
The content of the newspaper is indeed very interesting. Claire also accidentally saw the news about [Hawaii Mining Group] from this newspaper, but when talking about [Hawaii Mining Group], the whole article was full of "applause".

"It's not about bullying the weak and fearing the strong. When you talk about some small businesses, you start to use various examples to demonstrate and criticize them. As long as there is some background behind a company, you just don't say shit."

Just when Claire was about to throw away the newspaper and leave, the "newsboy" not only did not leave, but also looked longingly at the newspaper in his hand that was about to be discarded with his dark eyes.

"Do you want the newspaper?"

"Yes, sir, if you don't rub this newspaper, I can give you back five cents. There is a soda point in front. That five cents is enough to buy you a bottle of drink to quench your thirst."

Claire smiled and patted the newsboy on the shoulder and handed the newspaper in his hand over. Just when Claire was about to leave, the "newsboy" behind him grabbed Claire with a nervous look on his face.

Claire looked back at the newsboy with a puzzled expression~
The newsboy stood shyly at Claire's waist and signaled "Claire to bend down". Claire immediately "bowed down" when she saw this interesting little newsboy.

The little newsboy quickly leaned next to Claire's ear and whispered: "Sir, I know you, you are Claire Lee! The big star who sang [Something just like this], but don't worry, I won't say it everywhere. .”

After hearing what the newsboy said, Claire touched the hat and scarf on his head nervously. When he found that the magic weapon that these stars must go out was still on him, Claire just wanted to ask how he found him~
The newsboy first covered his smile with his little dirty hands.

"Sir, my name is Julian. I am a child born in Chinatown. You are very popular in our neighborhood. We all know the story of you and Simon."

"Hahaha, thank you, but why don't you go to school?" Claire smiled and rubbed Julian's curly hair. Julian was obviously made more nervous by Claire's action. His dirty little face made him look like a red apple.

"Actually, I didn't recognize you at first, but your skin color and voice are very familiar to me, and people all over the United States know that you are a good person! I also like listening to the song [one day], but my Mom and Dad won't buy it for me, I want to save money to buy a Walkman."

"Wow, it looks like I met my little fan, you can give me your address, I can mail you a Walkman, but you have to make sure to study hard!"

As soon as Julian heard what Claire said, he immediately turned around several times happily, and even dropped the newspaper in his hand to the ground happily: "I finally have a Walkman, I don't need it anymore. Come out to sell newspapers~”

Julian spoke with a little northeastern accent. I don’t know if he immigrated here, but Claire could hear the slight twist~
"I have one thing to ask you now, can you take me to the police station on this street to buy something?"

Julian stopped his movements immediately when he heard Claire's words, but the joy just now made Julian almost unable to stand still. If Claire hadn't grabbed his arm, Julian might have fallen hard ass squat~
"Sir, have you lost anything too? The police station on this street has long been eroded by those Mexicans and rich people. They will do everything except good things. If you still have enough money, I advise you You'd better not redeem your mobile phone, they will definitely pay for your clothes." When Julian said this, his face was cautious, and occasionally Julian would look at it Look around to see if anyone is eavesdropping on them.

Claire Lee couldn't help frowning when she heard Julian's words, and Claire finally recalled another name of this street under Julian's introduction.

Gerard Avenue in the Bronx also has another name "Immigrant Street". As a street with the most illegal immigrants in the center of New York, not only the daily crime rate is extremely high, even the banks on this street are often robbed and transported money. The car incident resulted in the absence of a bank on this street.

But as early as a year ago, this street was not like this. This street also became popular in the UK because of the endless street culture and hip-hop culture. However, with the soaring crime rate, the residents here and some of the original artistic cells It is also drifting away from here.

"If it wasn't for my aunt's lack of rich money, their family would have moved to Chinatown early."

Julian walked in front and explained to Claire the various "landscapes" of Gerard Avenue in the Bronx while explaining to Claire the situation of their home.

Unknowingly, Claire gradually learned more about this street. The nature of this street is actually very different from Chinatown.

If you give an analogy to Chinatown, it is a "food street", and the population there is very single, but there are people from Mexico, Turkey, India and many other countries on Gerard Avenue in the Bronx.

As for illegal immigrants, it is also because of the diversity of the population here, those who come here illegally come here to join their relatives or family members.

Most of the people here make a living by relying on positions with extremely low entry barriers, such as contracting a piece of land to grow flowers, doing odd jobs in supermarkets, and working as babysitters, etc., but these positions are all low-skilled jobs .

For example, Julian's aunt got a job opportunity by pruning the "nursery" for some rich people.

Because [New York Observer] moved to the street next door last year, some job opportunities appeared here again, such as selling newspapers and delivering newspapers, but these jobs seem to be monopolized by a large group of illegal immigrants. Every time Julian sells To go to a newspaper, you need to pay those people a commission of 5 cents and a fixed cost of 3 dollars.

The two chatted while walking, and finally arrived at the police station on Gerard Avenue in the Bronx.

"Claire, don't you really plan to rub some dirt on your body? I think it will be better for you." Julian called Claire's name directly because he and Claire became more and more familiar, and Claire didn't mind. .

As for the dust and dusty little hands on Julian's face, Julian did it on purpose, because there is an old-fashioned rule on Gerard Avenue in the Bronx that "the poor do not bully the children of poor families", so Julian did it. A dirty look.

Clare smiled and waved her hand to reject the life wisdom of these "lower-class people in the United States": "It's okay, don't worry, I promise they won't make things difficult for me."

"Okay, sir, go, have you seen the lost and found office there? You don't need to go into the police station, just go there and spend money to buy your lost things."

The police station on Gerrard Avenue in the Bronx not far away is actually a police office, and there is a tall man with a fat belly sitting in it.

The man was drinking coffee while crossing his legs, and there was a baton and police cap hanging on the door of the police booth.

When Claire passed by the police booth, the fat policeman inside gave Claire a serious look, but Claire looked at the entrance of the police booth seriously, and there was a sticker on the police booth at the door [New York Observer Police Department], as soon as Claire saw this, she understood why this police booth existed.

The existence of this kind of police booth is actually a kind of authorization obtained by some companies after sponsoring the New York Police Department, similar to the "factory-run security department", but this kind of security department has no law enforcement power.

Thinking of this, Claire doesn't know why people on this street like to call this "police station".

[Lost and Found] It's very simple, there are four or five burly men sitting idle around a simple iron car, when Claire approached the iron car, several burly men formed a fan shape towards Claire surrounded him.

One of the men with a scar on his head asked, "Looking for something?"

"Yes, Nokia E63." Claire looked at the man and replied calmly.

Several people around looked at each other and did not rush to answer.One of the men took out a metal detector from nowhere and walked around Claire and pointed to the place where Claire just thought "Didi".

"Oh, good guy! It's the cash. Here's the belt, here's the wallet." Claire smiled and admired, and showed the other party the place where she just sent out the reaction.

"Pull the scarf down so we can see you."

Claire Lee asked calmly, "Are you sure? If you see what I look like, I'm sure I'll be fine, but you guys, including the security guards sitting there drinking coffee, will definitely not end well." !"

When several men heard what Claire said, they immediately gathered around Claire with grins, but the fat man at the security booth shouted: "Give him the phone!"

The fat man seemed to have noticed something, he rushed over nervously, and then stared at Claire closely.

Claire also looked at the fat security guard with a relaxed face: "Listen to me, I'll just pretend that I didn't find anything today. I believe the Kushner family must not know what you have done down there."

The fat policeman turned pale when he heard the words "Kushner family", but he didn't stop the movement of his hand, he just took out a blue Nokia mobile phone from the tin car and put it on the tin car : "What are you talking about? We are a lost and found office here, take your mobile phone and get out of here."

After Claire got the phone, she waved to Julian behind him with a relaxed face, and Julian quickly trotted behind Claire's buttocks and walked towards the busy street not far away~
"Sir, what did you say just now? I don't think you paid for it."

"A fox pretends to be a tiger!"

"Wow! I've heard this idiom. My grandfather told me that it is an idiom about a fox bullying the weak in the forest by relying on the smell of a tiger."

"You're smart, would you mind coming with me to my concert prep, I think you might meet Taylor Swift."

"Wow! Really? Oh, no, no, no, Claire, listen to me, I'm actually a fan of yours, but I'm really interested in Taylor himself, because all my classmates are."

Claire didn't choose to turn on the phone the first time she retrieved it. What Claire didn't know was how much trouble he had encountered because of what happened to him today.

(End of this chapter)