American fame and fortune

Atlanta, Decatur.

During dinner, seeing the watery eyes of his third wife, Elisa, Milton's heart tightened inexplicably, his waist creaked and screamed, and his brother rotted into a slug.

He put down the knife and fork, and said, "I'm going out for a while, I've made an appointment with someone to talk about, and I'll be back later."

Eliza's eyes were dry, and she watched her husband leave blankly, with disappointment creeping up her cheeks.

Milton drove an Audi and came to the nearby Wild Forest Bar.

He likes to come here for a drink when he is in a bad mood or when Eliza expresses a certain need, and he will go back later at night.

Milton pushed open the bar door, came to the bar counter, and said, "Hans, have a glass of whiskey, as usual."

Across the room, Bruce looked away, making sure it was Milton.

He bragged to his new drinking buddies: "You ask me why I like this place? Because I always have good luck here, and I can always meet beautiful women."

He came over two nights in a row and finally got to Milton.

The drinking buddy didn't believe it: "Bragging, why haven't I met it before."

"Don't believe it!" Bruce described in detail: "That was a few years ago? A beautiful red-haired girl was drinking here. I struck up a conversation with her, and she even took the initiative to ask me out. She said her husband was not good enough."

The drinking buddy shook his head: "How can there be such a good thing."

Bruce took a sip of his wine and continued: "Maybe you've seen her, she has a red mole on the left corner of her mouth."

The drinking buddy is from this area, and he was taken aback: "I seem to have seen it before."

Hearing the red mole on the corner of his mouth, Milton's eyes turned to Bruce unconsciously.

Bruce dared to hit the British guy with a mortar shell, and ignored it directly: "Her name is Lina, and she took me to a nearby villa. We enjoyed a romantic night in her wedding room. After a few days, she She even took the initiative to call me and asked me to go to her house..."

The drinking buddies gradually believed: "Are you here again?"

Bruce laughed: "She told me, when you get here, go through the back door."

"You bastard!"

The sudden shouting interrupted the two of them, and Milton was so angry that he couldn't stand it anymore: "You, a scum, are among the people who cheated on that bastard!"

He pounces on Bruce.

Bruce pushed Milton away: "Are you sick?"

Milton struggled to get up, and Bruce lifted his coat casually: "Don't move around."

The temperament of a civilized man moved Milton.

Milton stopped moving.

"Crazy!" Bruce clapped his hands with displeasure on his face, walked out of the bar, and suddenly turned around, as if he just realized: "I remembered, you are Lina's husband, and she and I are in your wedding photo under."

Many people in the bar have guessed it.

At this point all eyes fell on Milton.

Milton was in an indescribably complicated mood, and vowed never to come to this bar again.

Bruce went out, looked back from time to time, walked a certain distance, got in the car and left Decatur.

After a while, Milton walked out of the bar alone, feeling a fire in his heart.

Back in the Audi, just as he was about to start the ignition, he suddenly remembered his wife at home, and Milton took his hand back.

Going back is also a torment.

He sat quietly in the car and closed his eyes: "They can't obediently obey the will of the head of the family."

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In the middle of the night, the Beast's House Club ended, and the male and female customers who had successfully hooked up met and left.

The failed male customer left slowly.

Martin tidied up the bar and headed out from get off work.

On the second floor of the club, Vincent lifted his cowboy hat and looked at the golden retriever's mouth: "What's going on?"

The golden retriever touched his red and swollen lips: "Martin asked Ivan and I to blow the whistle these days, blowing so hard that the mouth was swollen."

Vincent asked what he cared about: "How is the situation over there?"

"A lot of media and reporters came one after another, and Martin has been speaking for the club." Jin Mao said all he heard and saw: "In order to save the club's expenses, he got sponsorship, materials and food from the Liberty Association. Liberty will be responsible."

Vincent was quite satisfied. He didn't miss Martin, "I see, you can go back."

Sophia, who had never said a word, suddenly said, "Smart people like Martin Davis cannot be watched by such fools."

"I know." Vincent took out his cigar: "As long as he can bring me benefits without harming my interests, is it necessary for me to deal with him?"

He finished toasting the cigars: "Martin gave me some ideas. I plan to open an hourly hotel and special supplies store nearby. I believe the business will not be bad and I can make more bills."

"Good idea, I support you." Sophia stood up: "I won't tell you anymore, I'm here this time, not to chat with you about these boring things, I'm going to see my little boy."

Vincent saw Sophia's strong body and reminded: "Don't play people badly."

Sophia turned around, with blue veins and muscles protruding from her neck: "It's too late for me to hurt him."

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On Saijo Avenue, Martin got into the Ford, saw Bruce on the co-pilot, and asked, "Have you got something tonight?"

"I guess he wants to kill me." Bruce said simply.

Martin praised: "Old Bu, you are a genius."

"It's not like you, buddy, you have a first-class skin and a bag full of crap." Bruce asked, "Who did you learn from?"

Martin almost reflexively: "Jack Davis is the most talented person in Atlanta."

"Talk this shit to others." Bruce stopped asking these questions: "Normal people will become crazy if they let you do this. He has also experienced two wives cheating."

Martin didn't need to make up the high-sounding words: "I also think about the club's passenger flow, and I can make more money for you. You don't spend money to buy a car? Doesn't it cost money to raise Monica? Buy profit..."

Bruce cut him off: "You stinky piece of shit, shut up!"

Martin shrugged.

Bruce said: "Man, since I met you, I found out that I am a good person."

Martin said: "I am also a good person, don't refute me, you go ask Hart and Carrington, ask everyone in the club."

Bruce knew the result without asking.

A bunch of good sons.

The next morning, Martin called Barkley and made an appointment to meet at the old place.

He rushed over with Bruce.

For the upcoming training event held by the Methodist Association, the press conference sent out invitations to many media, and the Interstellar Newspaper also received a copy.

Martin said: "We are friends and will not embarrass you. I just attend the press conference for you for free."

Barkley was very embarrassed: "This...is not good."

Martin raised his hand and twirled his fingers like when the two met for the first time: "I never let my friends down."

This time, without Martin's reminder, Bruce pulled his arm back, proving that he was a civilized person who did things in a civilized manner.

We have cooperated twice, and one more time is nothing. Barkley no longer hesitated: "I will deliver the things to you tomorrow morning."