Chapter 976

"Candy, candy..." Vincent didn't see his wife when he came home from the whole night shift.

Only his wife's mother was smashing the sofa, her mouth was making an unpleasant snore, and the radio was "Zizi".

"Where has candy gone?" Wake up his mother-in-law. Actually, Vincent has guessed something: "Hammond or the bar on the street."

"What do you want me to say, Vincent." The woman lit a cigarette in silence.

But shake his head, this fucker life let him more and more intolerable, today is her second time this week not at home.

In the billiard bar on the street, Vincent successfully found his wife candy.

She's playing with a couple of guys who look like gangsters, and Vinson is not in the mood to make a scene with her.

"Candy, it's time for you to go home." Holding his wife by the arm, Vincent wants to take her home, whatever.

"But I haven't finished drinking." Candy points to the bar.

A dark green open navel dress, chest only a few rope, looks like a sexy bra, "what are you wearing?"

Katie doesn't respond. Vincent grabs her and walks out.

"Hey." They were stopped, and at the same time the rest of the table tennis players stopped and fixed their eyes on them.

"The lady said that she still had wine to drink." He said, wearing a floral shirt, jeans and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Look, I don't want to get into trouble, I just want to take my wife home." Vincent raised his hands to show that he didn't want to get into trouble.

"But she still has wine, we still have two balls to play!" The other side shook his Billiard Club and looked at him with disdain.

Looking at each other and the people behind him, and then at his wife, candy, Vincent understood.

Turning to leave, back home Vincent did not have any hesitation to pack up, chose to leave home to live in the other corner of the city.

He has been fed up with this feeling, and he is also fed up with the need to do seven different jobs, seven days a week, never stop to make money, in order to support the whole family.

Now, it's all over, just yourself.

Vincent decided not to housekeeper the nearby work, but to find a new job and start a new life here.

Although this is still Los Angeles, it also represents his determination.

With a wealth of work experience, Vincent easily found a job as a bartender.

It's a bar in a chaotic area. It used to have a name, but people prefer to call it "chaos area."

On both sides of the street are empty old houses, no one will live or stay here, full of violence, women, gangs and chaos.

It's no problem for Vincent. He's used to this kind of environment. He grew up in this environment.

So he adapted very quickly. He was a jerk and should live here.

It's just that, on the third day of his work, a different guest came to the bar, and he looked different from everyone else.

Wearing a high-end brand-name suit, with a shiny comb and a valuable Swiss watch, he is a rich man who should not be here.

"Give me a whisky. I want the best." He was sitting at the bar and waving to Vincent.

Put the glass in front of him, and Vinson took the top Scotch off the shelf.

It is a rare good goods, during the war is a scarce commodity, very rare, also very expensive.

"Your wine." Pushing the wine in front of each other, Vincent is ready to greet other guests. He can easily get along with people.

"Vincent." Vincent was a little surprised when he was called by his name.

In fact, he was sure that he didn't know each other, especially when he was a well-dressed rich man.

"Are you?" Vincent looks at each other curiously.

"Someone wants to see you. Believe me, your chance is here." The other party dried up the wine in the quilt, and a $10 quilt was still on the table.

This makes everyone's eyes are attracted by this. The $10 bill is enough to cause a small riot here.

"Come with me, Vincent." He walked out of the door in the opposite direction. His eyes were full of confidence. He believed that Vincent would make the right choice.

When a man is at a loss, there is always something to guide them. Now the guidance belongs to Vincent.

The brand-new Lincoln stopped by the side of the road, from which Vincent got off.

And his location, too, has changed from a mess like a garbage dump to a colorful Hollywood Boulevard.

"He's loyal, isn't he?" In the cinema, Paul, who had packed the whole scene, looked at the people around him.

"Yes, loyal, never greedy, work hard and keep promises." The other side said it seriously. Now is not the time to joke.

It was the man he recommended to Paul, and if anything happened, he would not escape.

"Good." If first impressions matter, Paul already has a bit of a good impression of him."Where is he then?" Just as the door behind him opened, someone came in with Vincent.

"Here he is." Pointing to Vincent, he looks like a nervous fool.

"So... Now that we are all here, let's talk about it." Looking at Vincent, who was so nervous that he kept rubbing his hands, Paul wanted to change his view.

"Do you know me?" Asked Paul, holding a large cigar.

"I don't think so, sir." Vincent really didn't know him. Paul's name and face had disappeared for too long.

"My name is Paul. I'm a man who wants to give you a job." Paul is not a person who is willing to listen. He wants to see each other's actions more than he wants to.

So, after a short period of more than ten minutes, Vincent was driven out of the cinema full of water mist.

And he somehow became the manager of a bar, banana boat bar, which was a terrible name.

Fortunately, he had an assistant named Tommy

It's just that, in Vincent's opinion, the other party is more like a man sent to watch his work, to make sure that he can get started as soon as possible and doesn't mess up everything.

Banana boat bar is not in Hollywood, no one can make trouble in Hollywood, which is a well-known rule.

Therefore, there is no need for people to watch the business here.

It's just behind the bar where Vincent used to work, just across the street, and is also a member of the chaos zone.

Chaos represents profit, and chaos here is also the result of deliberate indulgence.

"I think we need a reform here, a big reform." The walls were covered with graffiti and the corners were full of water stains.

The floor was potholes, worse than dad's ranch.

The ceiling fell off, the bar was half broken, and the wine rack was like being hit by a car. "This is really a pile of garbage."

"That's your problem." Tommy stood with his hands around him, with a look of "none of my business.".

"I hope it's the right thing to do." Vincent sighed and decided to do it.

Now he has no better choice, unless he is willing to be a bartender all his life and live in a hotel room that is not much better than a dog's nest.

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