Chapter 189 Brooklyn Blocks

Cedric opened the tin foil packaging of the burger in front of him, opened his mouth and took a big bite.

The beef patty mixed with cottage cheese, plus the carbohydrate pleasure brought by the whole wheat bread, made him feel extremely satisfied.

This was the first time he tasted this kind of food, which was different from the KFC and McDonald's that Karl had taken him to before.

Compared to industrialized food, the chef mixes minced beef with onions and cheese and then fries it into pancakes in butter.

Paired with freshly baked bread, pickles and tomato slices, it can bring greater satisfaction.

Sitting on the street and tasting the beef burgers made in the shabby food truck is a different experience.

Just like where they are now, old wooden houses and bumpy and cracked asphalt roads.

There are all kinds of garbage everywhere, as well as a few tents not far away and homeless people sleeping next to them.

Brooklyn, one of the poorest neighborhoods in New York, is known worldwide for its high unemployment rate, poor housing conditions, and extremely high crime rate.

Cedric had read about this community in books, but when he actually stepped into this neighborhood, he was shocked.

He also had to admit that he was indeed shocked.

Especially since he was attending a presidential candidate banquet at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel the night before.

But today he stepped into the most dangerous neighborhood in the United States, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Compared to his uneasiness, Carl seemed much calmer, even a little happy, from the moment he entered the Brooklyn neighborhood.

Until they walked to the dining car to have their meal, countless people of all kinds greeted Carl warmly when they saw him along the way.

For example, the owner of this food truck is a middle-aged Mexican man.

His figure is seriously out of shape. Judging from his appearance alone, his weight is at least over 300 pounds.

As soon as he saw Carl, he immediately hugged him in his arms like a bear hugging a tree, and said happily while patting his chest.

"Long time no see, Mr. Hohenzollern. You are finally back. Do you have any new project to work on with the brothers?"

Carl just smiled and said nothing. After quickly ordering the food, he took Cedric to sit aside.

Using the spoon in his hand, he kept stirring the Coke in front of him.

Cedric finally finished eating four beef burgers. Feeling satisfied, he finally had time to ask Carl.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Karl just raised his eyelids slightly, glared at the other person, and said unhappily.

"Of course it's to eat, but I only had this thought after someone ate all of the two burgers that I was supposed to have."

“It was completely shattered.”

"Huh?" Cedric scratched his face awkwardly and muttered softly.

"I thought those four burgers were ordered for me."

Karl snorted unhappily, and stopped dwelling on the matter. Instead, he pointed around and asked.

"During this journey, have you had any new feelings? Have your doubts from yesterday changed?"

"What feelings? What doubts?" Cedric's eyes revealed a clear stupidity.

Karl looked into the other person's eyes and couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and shook his head.

"It seems that heuristic education doesn't have much effect on you, your pumpkin-scented head."

"It's amazing how you lose 99% of your ability to think once you touch food."

"Isn't there still 1%?" Cedric said unconvinced.

"Yes, there is still 1% left." Carl's tone was full of sarcasm, "Use the remaining 1% to think about how to eat my burger into your stomach."

"Hmph!" Cedric turned his head and snorted in protest.

Karl ignored the other party's temper, turned around and pointed at the surroundings and spoke in a rare serious tone.

"Well, I'm not blaming you. Just eat it. Although I can't understand why you waste so much feed."

"But I can still afford to support you, but you can't fall behind in your studies. I brought you here mainly to answer your question yesterday."

"Why can I easily guess the theme of the presidential candidate's speech?"

Hearing this, Cedric turned his head back and followed the direction of Karl's finger and began to observe the surrounding environment.

"What did you see?" Carl asked.

"It's run-down and depressed. I know it's not nice to say this, but the people living around here don't seem to be white," Cedric replied.

"Very good, go deeper." Carl continued to ask.

Cedric shook his head and said helplessly.

"I can't tell. I've read about this community in books, but it's really different when I actually come here."

"Except for the surrounding environment, which is pretty much the same, the public security seems to be much better. At least it's not as exaggerated as what is written in the books."

"Of course, white boy, with Mr. Hohenzollern here, no gang would dare to cause trouble in broad daylight."

"Unless they don't want to continue to be in this business, even the cops have to behave themselves, or their bodies will be found outside the fence of the New York Expressway tomorrow."

This time it was the Mexican boss who spoke, and he spoke vividly in English with a strong Mexican accent.

At the same time, he placed two freshly made beef burgers in front of Carl, and used his plump right hand as he left.

He patted Cedric's shoulder and instructed.

"Don't eat secretly this time. But you have such a small stomach, but you can actually fit so much food. You are quite talented."

"There's an eating contest at the Pink Nightclub tonight. Do you want to go? Or you can go with Mr. Hohenzollern."

"He is a distinguished guest there..."

Halfway through his words, the Mexican boss realized that he might have said something wrong, so he quickly shut up and clasped his hands together.

He made a pleading gesture to Carl.

Karl didn’t mean to blame the other party. He waved his hand gently, indicating that the other party should go and do his work.

Looking at Cedric who was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, he spoke with some pride.

"Ask whatever you want to ask."

After saying that, he slowly opened the tin foil packaging of the hamburger in front of him, but he didn't even have the time to take a bite.

Cedric suddenly asked.

"What is that Pink Nightclub? Is it some kind of restaurant?"

"Cough cough!!"

Carl coughed violently, and the Mexican boss at the table burst into laughter. His movements were so loud that his fat body was shaking with his laughter.

“It’s not a restaurant.” Karl said with embarrassment on his face, and asked angrily.

"You shouldn't have this kind of doubt. You shouldn't continue to ask why this neighborhood is so quiet."

"So let's continue discussing your doubts from yesterday?"