Damn it, Zhao Chuanxin never expected that this guy’s requirements are so low.

I thought he would at least give me a weekly salary increase of 2 yuan.

He didn't know how difficult it was for black people at this time, let alone that even white people's unemployment rate was rising.

Since he agreed to do the work, Zhao Chuanxin was not polite: "Okay, come with me and help me recruit some people."

Isaiah went back and murmured a few words to his mother, then went back to the house and took a dagger and stuffed it into his lower back.

"Boss, who should we go to now?"

"Go find the ten Smith brothers."

"Boss, they are not easy to mess with. The Cotton Nightclub managed by these guys is very famous. The third brother was protecting the scene and injured a white man and was imprisoned. It is very unlikely that they will do anything for you."

The implication is that these people are living a prosperous life and making money. They dare to beat white people openly and will not give up for five buckets of rice.

"Haha, they can't refuse the conditions I offered."

Isaiah looked at Marcus Nkrumah and thought that the Smith brothers together might not be able to defeat this humanoid beast.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin and the two riding horses with envy.

Whether in New York or elsewhere, there are very few black people riding horses.

On the other hand, in the Midwest, there are many Asian cowboys riding horses.

When we arrived at the Cotton Nightclub, it was already dark.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the horse to the doorman at the door: "Take good care of my horse."

A sign with peeling paint hangs outside Cotton Nightclub, and a huge poster depicts Cotton, a saxophone and a black cat on the wall.

He took the two of them upstairs.

When I arrived at the door, I heard jazz music and loud voices coming from the hall.

Quite lively.

No wonder Isaiah said the Smith brothers were doing well.

"Boss, the one with the scar on his face at the door is the biggest Smith."

Isaiah has been on the streets all year round and knows the people in the world very well.

Big Smith also saw Isaiah: "Isaiah, I warned you, don't come to Cotton Nightclub to play in the autumn breeze if you don't have money. Poor people are not welcome here."

Isaiah paused timidly.

"Give yourself some confidence." Zhao Chuanxin patted Isaiah on the shoulder. Just when he showed gratitude, Zhao Chuanxin said again: "You can tell him that today he is here to pick up leftovers."

"..." Isaiah's smile was uglier than crying.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and walked forward: "Are you the Big Smith? Where are all the 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 90 Smiths?"

Big Smith raised his chin and looked up at Zhao Chuanxin: "You are here to have fun, so I welcome you. If you are here to cause trouble, don't blame me for being rude."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a stack of papers, flipped through them, took out one and handed it over.
Chapter completed!