Early summer, early July on the East Coast.
Although it is not the hottest time of the year, there are already some hints of midsummer.
Brown happily opened the envelope and counted the bills in front of him over and over again.
All he could think about was how to get some of the money out of it.
If he has money, he doesn't need to go to the Black Goat Bar to find the Beautiful Sheep.
This time he is going to a bar owned by a Frenchman for a romantic adult encounter!
And just when Brown was in a happy mood, humming God Bless America.
A huge shadow covered him!
Brown subconsciously raised his head. What appeared in his sight was not a bear, but a wall wearing overalls, and then a voice came from above him:
"I'll get paid."
Brown raised his head as hard as he could.
But even if he breaks his neck, he still can't see the other person's face.
For Brown, who is only 1.67 meters tall, this is something that makes him angry and even humiliating.
What do people do when they are angry?
Brown stuffed the money into his pocket, angrily picked up the chair and moved it four or five meters to the side.
After making sure that you can clearly see the other person's expression even while sitting.
Brown then put down his chair and raised his eyebrows at Bell provocatively, looking triumphant:
"How many?"
In Brown's view, he is demonstrating human courage.
But he didn't know that what he did seemed very childish and boring to Bell.
So much so that his expression didn't change at all:
"A total of three hundred and sixty dollars."
The attitude of the polar bear in front of him made Brown very unhappy. As a human who advertises himself as a brave man.
Brown clenched his fists. He wanted to show the other party what a hymn to human bravery is!
But when he saw those dark brown beast eyes?
The survival instinct imprinted in human bones for thousands of years made Brown loosen his fist.
He finally gave in and took out a wad of bills from his pocket with great reluctance.
He cursed endlessly:
"My God, the world has really changed. A beast can actually get a salary of three hundred dollars."
Bell's expression didn't change much, but he still emphasized:
"Three hundred and sixty dollars."
This shocked Brown. He raised his head and looked at Bell angrily:
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
The polar bear shook his head.
There was no change in his expression, as if the surface was like a mirror, but in reality it was a bottomless pool. He calmly explained his reasoning:
“It’s fair that I do the work, your boss pays the salary, and you deliver it to me.”
Brown spread his hands and looked at the polar bear in front of him angrily:
"You beast, you actually told me it's fair? Okay, you want fairness, right? I'll give you fairness!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the table not far away and expressed forcefully:
"Your name is not in this book.
I'll give you two options now.
One is to leave with three hundred dollars, and you can still come here to work tomorrow morning. The other is to kill you and get another beautiful bearskin coat! "
Brown's weekly salary is $380.
Compared with Bell, whose daily salary can reach 120 US dollars, his salary is not high.
But don’t forget that Bell’s daily salary of $120 was earned by fighting 240 tons of wheat every day.
Brown didn't have to do anything but simply keep accounts and get $380 a week.
In the United States in the 1920s, a 100 kilogram bag of wheat cost US$9.80.
Brown's week's salary could buy thirty-seven bags of wheat.
Converted to prices a hundred years from now, it would be equivalent to a weekly salary of six to seven thousand.
For a career that does not require any skills or diplomas, this is definitely a high-paying career.
Likewise, this is why Brown is reluctant to clash with Bell.
His job has very low requirements and can be done by just anyone off the street.
Compared to these dock workers who can create wealth for their bosses.
Brown knows he is replaceable.
He didn't want to lose his hard-earned job because of a beast.
But man is a greedy and complex creature.
Even though his life is good now, he is still dissatisfied. To be precise, he is jealous.
Brown didn't want to admit that the weekly salary of a beast he reviled was twice his.
He thought he should do something.
After all, the social status of these animal people is lower than that of black people, no matter how tall and powerful they are.
But as long as you act tough, these beasts will be more docile than sheep.
This is what he thinks and does.
That's why he makes things difficult for these animals.
The crooked handwriting on the notebook represents the salary of these animal people.
As an administrator, Brown could use illegible excuses to steal part of his salary.
This is also why Ernie the Rhino is in so much pain.
Because he knows that Brown is as vicious as most white people, and this bastard will definitely exploit his salary, so the big rhinoceros will be grateful to the white bear Bell who stands up for others.
But there was one thing the big rhinoceros was wrong about.
Bell did help Rhino, but mostly he helped himself.
Because since Brown arrived, Bell is the only animal who refuses to leave numbers in his notebook.
The conflict between the two sides was buried very early, and the only difference was when it exploded.
Bell knows this, and so does Brown.
Brown knew very well that polar bear Bear was a tough nut to crack.
So when Bale asks for a paycheck?
Brown made a huge concession and said heartbrokenly that he was willing to give Bell a salary of three hundred dollars.
But when Bell said he wanted to get 100% of his salary back?
Brown was angry. He knew that this hole could not be opened.
Bell can take his full salary, and so can other animals.
If everyone does this, wouldn't everything they have done before be in vain?
Brown doesn't want to be a clown.
So he threatened the polar bear again, and the reason why he dared to be so arrogant was because on his waist,
There is a brand new Browning 1911.
Praise the great human wisdom!
On the other side, in response to Brown's threat, Bell shook his head, with a hint of regret in his dark brown eyes, and he repeated with emotion:
"Why are there so many idiots in the world?"
As he spoke, Bell took out his notepad from his overalls.
"Ding, you have a new choice."
Option 1: Solve the idiot in front of you. Although there will be some trouble, there may be some surprises.
Option 2: Beat the other guy up and show him who is the boss here.
Bell hesitated. He did not make a choice right away, but left a question mark at the end.
And Brown on the other side.
In addition to height, this rude, arrogant standard American showed his trump card that he was proud of.
He proudly pointed the gun at Bell's head and threatened:
"Do you know what you're talking about?
You bastard, if you don't want to get shot, apologize to me immediately and get out of here with three hundred dollars! "
This is Brown's best trick.
These animals tremble every time they pull out their guns.
With this Browning 1911, Brown believed that the white bear would be convinced.
More importantly, he gave the other party a choice, a choice to leave with three hundred dollars.
Who says I'm just an impulsive, brainless fool?
I'm so smart!
And just when Brown was triumphant and praised his wit?
Bell on the opposite side was indeed convinced.
But the real situation may be different from what he thought?
With dark brown animal eyes, he lowered his head and looked at the little man in front of him.
As a gentleman, White Bear Bell can face everything calmly.
He was willing to give anyone a chance.
So he always left a question mark on his notepad as a habit.
Of course, whether to remove this question mark depends on his mood.
For example, at this moment, in less than a minute, Bell erased the "?" at the end, and then added a "√" at the end of the first paragraph.
The dark brown beast eyes, like a superior god, looked at the reptiles on the ground indifferently:
“Do you know how many pounds an adult polar bear weighs?”
Poor Brown had no idea what was going to happen next.
He just felt a little scared. The polar bear's eyes made him feel a strong sense of crisis, but he looked at the weapon in his hand.
Brown became confident again and threatened loudly:
"Are you threatening me, you beast?"
Bell stuffed the closed notepad into his breast pocket, staring at the poor little man in front of him with his big fluffy head and dark brown animal pupils:
"Are you afraid?"
Strong uneasiness enveloped Brown, which made him hold the handle of the gun tightly and let out a huge roar:
"Beast, what do you want to say?"
But his roar was more like putting on airs to cover up his inner weakness.
Bell shook his head and approached Brown gracefully step by step, his expression as calm as ever.
He said something that Brown couldn't understand:
"Human beings are very intelligent animals, but their intelligent brains often overwhelm their senses.
It's such a shame that it took humans millions of years to hone their sensory abilities.
In hundreds of years, it has deteriorated so seriously. "
Brown didn't understand what the polar bear was saying. He was just a bastard who had never read a book.
But he could feel his heart beating faster.
Under the ubiquitous threat of death, the hairs on my arms stood up one by one.
Brown subconsciously turned on the safety of his pistol and roared hysterically.
His frightened look was like that of a frightened little girl:
"Stop, damn beast, I told you to stop!"
