Chapter 122: Little People (Chapter 12)

"I heard that a big shot will come to this area tomorrow to give a speech and send gifts."

"Which big shot? How big?"

"The biggest one."

In the evening, Abdul rode his bicycle home as usual and heard several people chatting downstairs of the apartment building.

But he didn't realize that someone was following him quietly all the way.

"Is it Mr. Olivier? Why would such a big shot like him come here?"

"Isn't it just a show? They want votes from us immigrants."

"You're being a little funny. Let's not talk about those who are illegal. Even if it's legal, how many people living here have obtained citizenship? It's not an easy life in the past ten years."

"We don't have it, but those who came early do."

"But if we don't give him any other choice, the others are all right."

Abdul didn't care much about this. After listening to a few words, he carried his bicycle upstairs.

"Fahd, don't talk to those people, they are too extreme, if you continue like this you will be brought in unknowingly!"

"I was just chatting casually. I didn't reveal anything! I'm done. I'm full!"

As soon as he reached the door, he heard his mother scolding Fahad.

Opening the door, Fahad hurried out and almost tripped over his bike.

"Brother, I'm going to sit with Rashid for a while."

Fahad bowed his head, said hello, and trotted away.

Abdul watched Fahd's back disappear, then looked inside the house. His mother was already serving dinner: "Don't worry about that kid, let's eat first."

"I've figured it out. Kids his age are easily attracted to extreme ideas. The more we preach to them, the more excited they become." The mother kept muttering to herself.

Abdul agreed with her: "We can send him to a better school. Today I got a promotion and a higher salary. Also, someone asked me to do maintenance work today. Maybe I can learn from my predecessors and make some extra money."

The extra income he mentioned refers to helping residents in the community repair pipes at a relatively low price through publicity.

Of course, this certainly cannot be done in the apartment environment where they live now.

The mother was silent for a while. "But now we are mainly considering moving. We don't have enough money to arrange a good school for him. Besides, it will be difficult for him to keep up. The manual work I do doesn't make much money every day. It would be too hard for you to support all these major things."

"I'm fine, Mom. I'll be fine. You said that hard work is the ladder to success. As for Fahd, let's work hard together. We can't let him continue to indulge in those thoughts."

"Yes. Never fall into extremism, no matter how angry you are or how much you want to take revenge on society," the mother seemed to be muttering to herself.

After dinner, he planned to play basketball at the simple basketball court downstairs because tomorrow was Sunday and he had a day off.

But as soon as he went downstairs, he met two people he didn't want to see.

"Abdul, I haven't seen you for a few days. You seem to be doing well." Hip Hop Xiao Hei greeted him with a grin and put his arm around Abdul's shoulders without saying a word.

Abdul tensed up and held back his disgust: "What's the matter?"

"Hey, don't be so cold. After all, we are still in the same boat." The hip-hop boy patted his chest.

Abdul was genuinely horrified by this statement.

What do you mean by the same boat? I am not and cannot possibly be in the same boat with you two murderers! The two of them half-pushed and half-dragged Abdul to a dark corner. In the darkness, Abdul could not see their faces clearly.

"You have to know that you have already given us false testimony. If you don't want to be caught and go to jail, you should be sensible."

Abdul was caught off guard by the hip-hop guy's sudden change of expression. It was obvious that the other party was the murderer, but why was he the one who was threatened?

Anger, grievance, fear... complex emotions impacted his brain, making it difficult for him to react for a while.

The hip-hop guy seemed quite experienced, and he patiently persuaded: "Brother, you are the only pillar of your family. Think about it, if something happens to you, what will they do? A woman with a child, in this messy slum, we are different, we don't even have an identity, we are illegal immigrants, and we have two lives to live."

Abdul's eyes were wandering, and he saw another serious Xiao Hei who was always touching his waist.

".What do you want?" He compromised in a hoarse voice.

"Look, I've already told you, we are brothers. My brother is in trouble and needs your help. It's not much, this amount will be enough." The hip-hop boy showed his white teeth and gestured with his fingers in front of his mouth so that Abdul could see clearly.

This amount is one-fifth of his monthly salary.

To be honest, not as much as he expected.

But he actually knows very well that these people are just testing your bottom line, and when you compromise, they will become more and more excessive.

"I must take my mother and Fahd away from here as soon as possible." Abdul made up his mind, thinking that he would only use the money to buy some peace of mind for a while.

It never occurred to him that he could escape from the slums but not from his job, and the Martin brothers actually knew where he worked.

Hip Hop Xiao Hei seemed to have no idea what he was thinking. He happily took him to a place with some light, and then watched him take out some money. The amount was not quite enough, but Hip Hop Xiao Hei took it and waved his hand generously.

"That's enough. Don't worry. If you have any problems in the future, just look for our Martin brothers. We work under that boss, so it's still a bit prestigious."

He pointed upwards. After all, gangs are always present in the slums.

However, Hip-Hop Xiaohei was also bragging that the two of them were just second-rate thugs.

At the same time, Abdul also realized that what these people said was cheaper than the tissues in the trash can.

He stood there for a while as if he had lost his soul. He looked at the excitement on the basketball court and lost all interest in anything else. He dragged his heavy feet and returned to the house.

"Why can't this world just run according to the rules?"

This was the first time Abdul had this kind of philosophical question.

After coming to Gaul, he always heard these words. Whenever he did something wrong, he would more or less hear "This is what immigration is like" or "Immigration, no wonder."

He did not refute these words. Even though he felt uncomfortable, he just studied more diligently, made corrections, and tried his best to do as well as others.

Diligence is a ladder, diligence is wealth, diligence is a virtue. He came here listening to these words from his mother.

Perhaps she was frightened by her father's extreme behavior and outcome, so she would try her best to teach her children to be down-to-earth and hardworking.

But he understood that deep down in his mother's heart, she also had extreme emotions, but she suppressed them and rarely showed them.

After taking a quick shower and returning to the room, he took out the remaining money from a hidden place, counted it several times, and a teardrop fell on the old banknotes.

He wiped away the tears silently.

Life must go on, even if you don't have the money to renew.

　Thanks for the tip from "Lin Jiu Ye"
　　
　
(End of this chapter)