blackstone code

Chapter 2321

Michael Jr. was very skilled and you could tell he had been at it for a long time.

Many people think that making pizza is a very simple thing.

First this, then this, some additions, and finally a bunch of stuff in the oven.

It is not difficult at all to smoke a cigarette, take it out, cut it a few times and serve it or give it away.

But only those who have actually done it know that just the first few steps are difficult to do well without skill.

It is not too thick, it is easy to break, or the edges are not soft enough.

This is a job that requires long-term practice to be proficient. Michael has similar experience, and he can see that little Michael has been doing it for at least a few months.

"us……"

Little Michael glanced at him sideways, "We'll talk about it after get off work. If you stand here, the boss will deduct my wages."

Michael froze for a moment, scratched his head, and compromised with some embarrassment, "I'll wait for you behind..."

At this time, the concept of "getting off work" is actually still far away, but Michael is willing to wait.

At eight o'clock, the "Opening" sign hanging outside the store's door was turned upside down, and the lights in the hall were turned off.

Little Michael walked into the back alley with a pizza in his hand.

Michael was smoking with his back against the wall.

There were already a lot of cigarette butts on the ground, like he had a lot of questions.

"Eat something first, it's free."

Just as Michael was about to say something, he was blocked back. The father and son stood together and quickly wiped out a plate of pizza.

"I thought...you would have a decent job, I heard you went to college." Michael hesitated, and expressed his confusion.

He knew little Michael went to college, but he didn't know what happened after that.

After Johnson moved, they basically lost touch with Michael.

Some people have forgotten it, and some people are unwilling to face it.

Little Michael skillfully took out one from Michael's cigarette case and lit it for himself.

He leaned against the edge of the trash can, puffs of smoke came out of his mouth, there was an indescribable...decadence.

Little Michael sighed, “You know what?”

"Finding a job is hard."

“What big companies need is not grades and interviews, but letters of recommendation.”

"No matter how stupid you are, as long as you have a recommendation letter from a big shot, you can get into the company you want to join and pick the position you want."

"No one wrote me a letter of recommendation."

Michael interrupted, "Where's Johnson?"

Little Michael shook his head, not going to talk about it.

He continued, “When entering a small business, in addition to ability, they also value the background of their employees.”

"They don't want me in businesses and shops that are related to gangs and crime, such as the butcher shop on the street."

"They recruited a lot of people, the salary is much higher than here, and the work is still very easy."

"But they don't want to worry about it, because you are a former investigator of the Federal Taxation Service, and you are still at the captain level. They are afraid that there will be a trap in it."

"Enterprises and shops that have nothing to do with gangs don't want me."

"Because you are a federal felon, they can't find your file, don't know what you do, and because you are a former investigator of the tax bureau, it is very difficult for me to have a chance."

"I want to be a police officer, but no one wants me, because you are a former IRS investigator and a felon at the same time, and they didn't even give me a chance."

"This is one of the few jobs I can find, Michael."

He opened his arms, "You don't need to be too sad, and you don't need to say sorry, I am very satisfied with my life now, and... thank you for what you did for me before."

Michael hugged his son tightly, his eyes were moist, but he didn't know what to say or what to do.

When he was an IRS investigator, many people wanted to give him face.

But when he lost this identity, he was hated by others because of this identity.

It's not a flattering job or status, worse than the cops or those in the FBI!
People hate it, and the people who work for it, as much as the federal government empowers it.

Not to mention, Michael is a fucking felon!
"Welcome home!", Little Michael patted his father on the shoulder, "How do you know I'm here?"

"Have you met Jane?"

Jane is his girlfriend, Michael nodded, "Yes, I have seen it, you... are you married?"

"I hope I didn't miss one of the most important moments of your life!"

Little Michael shook his head, "We don't have this plan for the time being, we are still saving money."

He paused as he spoke, and patted Michael's arm, "Let's go, we'll talk again when we go back, I'm tired after a day's work."

Little Michael was riding a bicycle, and Michael was walking beside him, and the two chatted about the changes over the years.

Since the emergence of Lynch's college league, the "gold content" of college students has dropped a lot.

College students are no longer a step into a higher social class, but in any case, it gives people a chance.

There are always a few lucky people who can successfully cross class, which also makes more people think that they are the next lucky person.

It was not too far from where they lived. In the living room, Michael Jr. introduced his father to Jane.

The girl was also a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you in the afternoon."

Michael was very generous, "It's okay, you have done a good job, you have to treat strangers like this."

The girl was still a little embarrassed, because of Michael's preaching, little Michael rolled his eyes, "I will stay in the guest room with you tonight, and we will clean it up."

Michael patted the sofa and said, "I can sleep here. You don't know how much I have longed to sleep here all these years!"

Compared to the damn plank bed in the prison, the sofa is really good!

And, there is freedom!
"I'm going to tidy up the room." Jane said as she went upstairs, she couldn't bear the atmosphere here, and couldn't adapt.

The sudden addition of a man to the family made her feel bad.

After she left, Michael asked hesitantly, "Your mother..."

"She's fine, and I don't want to talk about her."

When Johnson and his wife last visited Michael together, they didn't explain everything, but Michael knew what was going on.

His feelings toward Johnson were mixed.

When he was working, Johnson always wiped his ass. His style of handling cases was too brutal, and he often had various complaints.

Without Johnson, he might have lost that job long ago, let alone the chance to run for director general.

And after he was imprisoned, Johnson also ran for him, taking care of his wife and children. He couldn't hate this man too much.

But he had sex with his wife again and had a child, which was also a fact that Michael couldn't accept.

After so many years, he has actually become a lot more rational and calm.

I think he beat up his roommate violently when he knew the news, and was locked up many times.

But now, I am much relieved.

"Do you know her address?"

In silence, little Michael handed over the note tucked into a book in the drawer of the TV cabinet, "What are you going to do next?"

"Go to her and get back together with her, or beat Johnson up?"

Michael was a little dazed, “I don’t know.”

Johnson paid for Michael Jr.'s university fees. If it weren't for him, Michael Jr. might not even be able to cover the house now.

So Michael didn't know exactly what to do.

Little Michael looked at his father who had aged a lot, and sighed, "I think you should live your own life instead of disturbing anyone."

"You have to live, you have to eat, you have to wear clothes, you have to make money."

"As much as I want to take up my responsibilities, as you can see, my life is not easy now."

"You have to stand up first, and then think about other things, you know what I mean?"

Michael nodded and said nothing.

At night, Michael in the guest room didn't feel like coming home.

Before he came back, he thought how excited he would be, but at this moment, he suddenly felt... everything was boring.

The noise coming from the wall was getting louder and louder. Michael silently looked at the dark ceiling and the moonlight reflected through the glass windows on the ceiling, pretending to be asleep.

In the next room, little Michael was arguing with Jane.

Jane asked little Michael how long his father was going to live here.

Little Michael gave her an "indefinite" answer, which immediately angered Jane.

"This is our home, Michael, I won't refuse him to live here for a while, but you say he will live here forever, I can't stand it!"

"You have to consider that I am a woman and he has been in prison. Who knows what he will do to me when you are not around!"

"And what if we have children in the future?"

"The house in our plan is a baby room. Are you going to have him huddled with us?"

"Also, what if he brings others back?"

"This house is broken enough that the neighbors can hear the sound of you fucking me. Do you like him to fall asleep listening to these sounds every day?"

Arguments are like a bursting dam; once it starts to break, it's hard to control.

But it is undeniable that what Jane said are very real things. This house was originally prepared for a family of three, not three generations.

At that time, Michael had plans to change houses, but he met Lynch.

Before he had time to change to a bigger house, he was packed in.

The quarrel between the two made Michael unable to sleep, and the yelling that seemed to be deliberately heard by him in the middle of the night, trying to drive him away also made him very embarrassed.

This night, he didn't fall asleep!

It wasn't until dawn the next day that he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already noon.

"I gotta do something, make some money, and move out ASAP!"

He made a decision at this time, and put visiting his wife in second place!

(End of this chapter)