Chapter 162 (2/2)

The products that have been supported in recent years have offered a helping hand when they are in trouble, which makes many people full of tears.At this time, on the Hudson dock, two middle-aged men were secretly drinking. They were neighbors and good friends. They hid the wine in their lunch basket and took it to the place where they used to work.

This is the place where Su Ming arrived in the United States. It used to be a very prosperous port. Now there are no ships coming and going. The great depression makes everything seem to stop.

Hiding in the leeward of the dock, they could only see the statue of liberty in the distance with her back to them, ignoring them.

It didn't snow this winter, but the cool air from the sea kept pouring in through the cracks in their clothes. From time to time, they would rub their hands and give out two mouthfuls of heat.

They can't sit down. They are so hungry that they may never get up again in the cold winter.

A circle of seagulls circled over their heads and kept making crow like calls. It seemed that they would fly down to eat their bodies in the next second. Many people had died by jumping into the sea these days, and the seabirds changed their diets one after another.

But they're not here to kill each other.

They were just workers, and they didn't speculate in stocks. They couldn't understand the complicated number game, so they didn't suffer any direct losses.

However, the depression still affected them, because they were all dockers, one was the statistician responsible for piece work, and the other was responsible for planning and scheduling vehicles.

Their boss was the fattest of the first batch of people who jumped out of the building. It is said that his grease is still on the window on the second floor of the stock exchange, and it can't be wiped off.

So they both lost their jobs.

Without income, the food at home has been at the bottom for more than a month. It is difficult to get food because farmers have no money to hire workers to pick or harvest, drivers have no money to fuel their cars, and the circulation of the market is interrupted.

Looking at their wives and children starving, they can only look for a way to live in the city, but unfortunately, they can't find a new job.

The black haired man looked around and smilingly took out a bottle of golden liquor from his lunch basket. He wiped the label of the bottle, which was covered with frost caused by temperature difference.

He took out another bottle and handed it to the blonde man. Compared with him, the middle-aged blonde looked more heavy hearted, or less optimistic.

”Here you are. Drink it. Keep it warm. If you don't drink it, I'll finish it.”

The black haired man put his shoulder against him with a smile. Seeing that his friend was worried and didn't receive the wine, he opened both bottles of wine and put one in the blonde's hand. He lifted his neck and took a big drink.

The blonde man can only shake his head helplessly to his good friend's appearance, also, how can we do now in addition to drinking?

He looked down at the bottle in his hand. The yellow and black fashionable sign showed a small helmet with long wings, which was taken from Hermes, the messenger in Greek mythology. It was said that he could walk in the sky at an unimaginable speed.

Skywalker brand. Fortunately, after the stock market crash, Skywalker's drinks have been fully reduced. Otherwise, they can't afford to drink.

It should be that the distillery has reserved the raw materials in advance, but the prices of other drinks have gone up, but they have reduced their prices. It's really generous.

But none of this has anything to do with him. All he can do is breathe out and touch the bottle with his friends as a toast and take a sip.

Although Skywalker's whisky still has the same taste over the years, it has a good taste and a barrel aroma, but now he only feels bitter in his mouth, and the burden of his heart makes it hard for him to enjoy it.

At this time, the black haired man beside him threw out a stone and drove away the seabirds flying overhead. He was smiling and looked as if there was any good news.

”Last night, when the courier delivered me wine, they told me a piece of good news. Would you like to hear it?”