American fame and fortune

The man in the jacket took a few steps forward, stood in front of the half-meter-high barbed wire fence, confirmed that he had not mistaken the person, and said, "I am Bruce, the subordinate of Vincent's boss."

Martin was recalling the details of the usury loan and asked, "What's the matter?"

Bruce pressed his hands on the old barbed wire: "I heard that the old bastard Jack Davis ran away. The boss asked me to inform you. Don't forget the debt you borrowed. The first installment will be paid next week."

The debt was borrowed by his predecessor Martin Davis himself, and Martin could only bite the bullet and deal with it: "It's not overdue yet."

"A kind reminder, you are ready." Bruce withdrew his hand, patted off the stained rust, grabbed the belt and pulled up the pants, and the jacket was parted on both sides, revealing the pistol under the armpit.

He said with a silly smile: "Don't worry, the House of Beasts are all civilized people, the boss has always taught us to obey the law."

Martin glanced at the pistol, and his first thought was to run away.

The normal operation of not being able to repay the debt is not to sell one's body, but to run away.

But how can you run away without money?

Martin remembered what Elena had said, and asked, "Dude, does the gigolo from the House of the Beast make a lot of money?"

He remembered that Gigolo was a legal profession, and he earned money to support himself, so he was not shabby.

"Good luck, you can get a lot of tips every night." Bruce looked at Martin carefully. This man was well-proportioned and had an outstanding appearance. He smiled even more honestly: "The House of the Beast just opened, and there is a shortage of people. You know the place, and you want to be a gigolo. You are in good condition, and middle-aged women who are crazy about hunger and thirst like you the most. Dude, can you Make big money."

Could be an option? Martin said vaguely, "I'll think about it."

Bruce got in the car and left.

There was a sound from the next yard, and Elena's younger brother Hall was still digging a hole.

Martin is going to find a house repairer to pursue his salary and solve the imminent problem of eating. Although the soft rice is delicious, it will take a long time to eat, and he will not be able to eat it in the future.

Recalling carefully, the office of the house repairer Max is a bit far from the Clayton community. It takes a long time to walk there. His leg injury has not healed and he cannot walk for too long. If the injury worsens, it will cost more .

Only take the bus.

Atlanta's public transportation sucks, but there's a bus from the Clayton neighborhood right up to the street where Max's office is, for fifty cents each way.

Martin took out his wallet, which was empty, and with the little money left, Harris bought him wound medicine.

Dr. Bill only prescribed veterinary medicine, and Martin didn't dare to take it for free.

Looking next door, Martin gave up the idea of ​​robbing the little kid, went back to the house to search, and only found a 25-cent coin.

Martin remembered that Elena's father, Scott, opened a grocery store, collecting stolen goods and junk, and couldn't help looking at the wooden house.

There are only the most basic old sofas, low wooden tables and broken wooden beds, and some valuable furniture and appliances, which have long been removed by the Carter family for money.

The rest are not only broken, but dead.

Martin had a leg injury, and it was unrealistic to carry the sofa table to sell. From the drawer of the low wooden table, he took out a pair of pliers with damaged insulation, went to the side of the yard facing Carter's house, and cut the rusty barbed wire fence , rolled up.

The barbed wire had broken a lot of spikes, and it was inconvenient to lift. Martin went back into the house, rummaged for a while, and found a rope from under the bed.

"Sell the barbed wire fence of Carter's house to Scott Carter, is it okay?" Martin thinks it's not a big problem, as many houses in the community have similar fences.

Suddenly there was a scream from next door, and the voice sounded like Harris.

Martin hurried out and walked quickly towards Carter's house.

In the yard of Carter’s house, a bicycle was lying on the ground. There was a dirt pit next to the front wheel, and the fine dirt was falling into the pit along the collapsed cardboard.

Harris sat on the ground, clutching one arm, tears streaming out of pain.

Only ten-year-old Hall Carter stood in front of him, mocking: "Trash, get up, don't look like a softie!"

Harris yelled: "Shut up, idiot! There is a 90% probability that my left hand is broken!"

Hall's tone was a little weaker: "I just joked with you and made a small trap, you are too soft..."

When Martin was a military substitute, he saw someone with a broken forearm. When he arrived, he took a closer look and said, "Unlucky man, you won a lottery, and your left arm is broken."

"Damn it!" Harris' head was covered with sweat from the pain.

Hall felt guilty, stepped back, and sat down on the ground.

Seeing that Harris had no other injuries, Martin said, "You need treatment. I'll take you to Dr. Bill. You said he's a good doctor."

Harris was terrified: "Bill can't heal the broken bones, and the probability of asking him to heal me to become disabled is as high as 100%."

"The Carter family will have an extra allowance for the disabled!" Martin made up the knife at the right time, and reminded: "Don't move your left arm."

Hasty footsteps sounded, the door creaked open, and fourteen-year-old Lily Carter ran out and asked, "What did you two idiots do? Hall, how did this damn pit come about?"

Martin interrupted her: "Go and tell your sister, Harris has broken his arm."

"I'm going to ask Mrs. Wood to borrow my phone." Lily ran diagonally across.

Martin deliberately spoke to distract Harris: "Come back so soon?"

Harris gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Cole has a temporary business and is not at home."

Within a few minutes, Lily ran back with a mobile phone and said, "Elena borrowed a car and is rushing back."

When Hall heard Elena's name, he put his hands on the ground and rubbed his butt back little by little, trying to get away.

Elena's odd job is not far away, and she will drive back soon.

I came back in a hurry, and I didn't change my pants dressed as a teddy bear doll.

After discovering Harris's situation, Elena took out her wallet to look at the money first, took out a few $1 and $5, and two $20 bills, and turned around anxiously: "Don't worry, I'll find a way, I can think of a way! There must be a way!"

Martin had just eaten a week of free meals, and patted her on the shoulder: "Give me the car keys."

Elena subconsciously handed out the car keys.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to ask for money." Martin took the keys and walked towards the car.

Lily Carter suddenly caught up and handed the borrowed mobile phone to Martin: "Hold it, if we can't pay back the money, you can always find Elena..."

Her longest finger stretched out, retracted, and stretched out again.

Martin pressed Lily's forehead and pushed her away.

When he got in the car, he got a little familiar with the gears, recalled it, started the car and drove out of the Clayton community, heading south.

Max's office is located on the edge of Marietta's business district. A section of the road between the block where Clayton is located is in disrepair, full of potholes, and the speed of the car cannot be increased.

After spending half an hour, Martin came to a four-story office building, parked his car and entered the building, and went up to the second floor to find the office with the sign of Max Maintenance Company.

Knocking on the door, a burly Latin man asked, "What's the matter?"

Martin replied: "I am Mr. Max's worker, and I asked him about work."

The shutters of the inner office were drawn, and someone said, "Martin, come in."

Martin entered the inner office and glanced quickly. There were multiple teddy bears of different sizes on the window, shelf and desk.

Even the two family photos placed on the desk have large teddy bears as the background.

In the photo stood a family of four with happy smiles.

A warm, harmonious and happy family, and also a family that likes teddy bears.

People who are good at drilling and observation are keen, and Martin has discovered something else.

A few white powders were scattered on the side of the piled documents on the wooden desk. The middle-aged Max likes to twitch his nose. The few nose hairs that grow out of the nostrils are stained with almost undetectable white, and the eyes above the big nose are red. congestion.

Martin Davis, who was born at the bottom, has seen too many similar people, such as Scott Carter and Emma Carter.

Max was a little excited and asked, "Has the injury healed?"

Martin said: "The head has been heavy, it hurts from time to time, and the legs are also hurting."

"You came to ask for a salary, I understand." Max opened the large middle drawer, took out a cash check, and pushed it to Martin: "This is yours."