Chapter 164: Father and son

　　 Chapter 164 Father and Son

　　 "Boss, you showed two people who are watching."

　　 With the chill on the dock, the gin got into the car, while Su Ming closed his eyes while holding the wine glass.

　　 "I guess it is Rogers and Barnes?"

　　 "As expected of the boss, just what you said."

　　 "Very well, write down the home address, and we will go there together in a few days." Su Ming finished the drink in his glass and turned to look out the window: "Is there any news from Africa?"

　　 "Not yet, boss, the country you are talking about is called Wakanda, as if it does not exist. No one has heard of it, let alone knows where it is..."

　　 Jinjiu feels guilty for not doing things well for him, but the people below have indeed tried their best.

　　 "It's okay, take your time, as long as there is something, you will find it patiently."

　　............

　　 Young Steve woke up from hunger. In his dream, he was eating a cake with beautiful cream and fruit decorations, but I don’t know why, the more he eats, the more hungry he gets.

　　 The empty stomach made him feel pain, and the burning stomach acid tumbling made him finally wake up from his dream.

　　 There is no cake, and no food. He just bit his pillow with tooth marks and saliva on it.

　　Like his father, he only ate a piece of bread today. There was only a little flour and potatoes left in the food at home, so he had to eat sparingly.

　　 It's midnight, and the window glass is covered with frost. It's cold outside, even if it's not warm in his cabin.

　　 His family is not well-off. His mother used to be a nurse and is now unemployed. She can only occasionally sew and wash people, earn some change, and is very busy.

　　 In the current world, even children know that it is difficult to make money.

He and his little friend Bucky have not gone to school anymore. They will go to the street to sell newspapers during the day. If they are lucky, they can only earn more than ten cents. More often they would like to eat the newspaper. Fill your hunger.

　　 They have seen people who eat newspapers. There is an old beggar a few blocks away. He and Bucky saw him eat a bunch of newspapers and were dragged away by the police under a white cloth the next day.

　　 I don’t know if the cause of death was hunger or eating newspapers, but he and Bucky were so scared that they could only hope that the paper would be exchanged for normal food.

　　 Bucky’s family situation is a little better. His father is more flexible than his father, and occasionally can find some temporary work, so the life is a little better, but it is only a little better.

　　 In order not to make himself hungry, Steve wrapped his belly tightly with a quilt, and at the same time began to think about it, thinking that maybe his father or himself could find a good job.

　　 But the brain is like uncontrollable. He always thinks of the cake in his dream, even if he can eat a cherry decorated with it.

　　 At this time, he heard the sound of the door. It was his father who came back. The apartment building they lived in was very simple, and sound insulation was non-existent.

　　 The door opens in the middle of the night, and all the neighbors can hear it.

　　 He heard Uncle Tom talking to his father, his voice was very small, but both of them spoke very fast and looked very happy.

　　 "See you tomorrow, Tom."

　　 "Ha, see you tomorrow."

　　 His father closed the door and turned around with the contents in his arms, but in the dim moonlight, he saw Steve walking out of his room wrapped in a quilt.

　　 "Why haven't you slept yet?"

　　 He began to take out the things in his arms. They were squares wrapped in kraft paper. There were dozens of them. It was the food issued by the group, including burgers and sandwiches.

　　 Tom’s brain is very fast. When he heard the person in charge said to take it casually, he asked the two of them to unbutton the shirts in their coats and keep filling them like a big pocket.

　　 Although these foods are cold and icy, they make people tremble all over when they are stuffed into their arms, but their hearts are hot. This is hope.

　　 The only strange thing is that although they are all people who have worked on the docks, they are not boatmen. Why are they assigned to the shipyard’s office to work?

　　 But this little question has disappeared in front of the food. After looking at the food hills brought by several large trucks, the hungry people can no longer think about other things.

　　 They can only think about how to take more home.

　　 "I... I just woke up when I heard the sound."

　　 Steve looked at the paper bags, wondering why his father came back in the middle of the night with so many things.

"Oh, I'm hungry, just right, I brought food back." Joseph smiled, picked up a few paper bags and handed them to him: "Add some coal to the stove, put these things on it and bake it before eating. , Or you will have diarrhea."

　　 Steve took the paper bag. These huge paper bags were about the same size as his head. He was seriously ill when he was a child. Although he is better now, he is much thinner than his peers.

　　 He smelled the food through the paper bag, maybe beef, cheese sauce and tomato.

　　 "Dad...Where did this come from? Did you do something... bad things?"

　　 These foods are so good, especially in the winter of this year. He knows very well that although he is a child, the people who jumped off the building last month will not avoid him.

"Why do you think so?" Joseph took the food out of his arms and hung his coat on the hook behind the door. He squatted down and touched Steve's head with cold hands: "I told you , Be an upright person at all times, the more difficult you have to persevere."

　　 "Then these foods?"

"Hehe, it's a gift from the new boss to our employees. Not only me, your Uncle Tom, and many uncles you know also brought home food, so you don’t need to keep these things in front of you for Bucky, don’t worry. Eat it."

　　 "Did you find a job? Great!"

　　 Steve settled down and quickly threw his quilt on the sofa, only in his pajamas, began to rejuvenate the stove, adding coal to it, not only heating the food, but also boiling hot water.

"Yes, I got a job." Joseph leaned over to the fire and stretched out his palms by the fire to keep warm, because he walked home from the dock with the things in his arms and walked for nearly ten kilometers, his hands were frozen. It was pale, but the smile on his face remained unchanged: "A good job in a shipbuilding factory."

　　 "Then we will all have something to eat, right?" Steve looked at his father expectantly.

Joseph opened a paper bag, revealing the hamburger inside. The thick bread sandwiched a large hamburger steak. He put these hamburgers on a tray and bake them by the fire. The fire light illuminated the two people. Similar faces.

　　 "I will have something to eat in the future. After a few days, I will be paid. Both you and Bucky can go to school again."

　　 "I can work too, my mother is not in good health." Steve shook his head. He doesn't want to go to school anymore. Many children his age don't go to school.

　　 He has grown up and can make money to support his family.

"No, my new job is well paid and I can buy a lot of food." His father twisted his head to himself, and said seriously: "I discussed with Tom~www.NovelMTL.com~ he is because Bucky was very upset that day when he picked up the pocket watch from the dead man, so we will send you back to school in a few days. You are not allowed to go out and run around these days, and study your homework at home."

"The man jumped downstairs and almost hit us. We were terrified. The pocket watch rolled in front of us. We didn't think of anything else. Bucky just picked it up subconsciously. We didn't touch the corpse... ."

　　Joseph rubbed his eyebrows. Whether or not he rummaged for the corpse, it was not the scene that children should see.

　　 Not to mention their son, he and Tom were walking on the street, and suddenly a corpse fell in front of his eyes, red and white everywhere, and both of them were going to vomit.

　　 But the two children were fine at the time and could run away. Is it because the cruel reality has cast a shadow on them? This is really not a good time for children to grow up.

"Listen to me, Steve, you have to become a capable person, a person who is useful to the country and society, and there is much more than our poor people. You have to go to school to learn knowledge that can make everyone happy. This is what you should do at your age."

　　 "Okay, Dad." Steve nodded. Although he didn't understand much, he understood that he should read.

　　 "Very good, look at these food, I will call your mother."

　　 Joseph stood up on his knees and walked to the bedroom behind, while Steve's eyes fell from the greasy burgers to their wrapping paper.

　　 Against the red flames from the stove, the kraft paper was orange, and there was a huge black W letter in the middle.

　　 He picked up the paper, put it in his hand and smoothed it out, and saw a line of small characters under the symbol in the flame.

　　 "Wilson Enterprises..."