Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Chapter 160 161. Harlem's New Teeth
Harlem Paradise, not Harlem Paradise, nor is Harlem Paradise on Earth in New York.

This is the name of a nightclub, but since it dares to be called that, it naturally has its unique features.

This nightclub is arguably the most famous in Harlem.

It is said that this place has been built since the promulgation of the Prohibition in the 20s, that is, before the "Harlem Renaissance", but at the beginning, it was not a nightclub, but a hotel.

It's not a hotel, but a store that specializes in selling alcohol, similar to a tobacco and alcohol store, but only sells alcohol.

An African-American in Puerto Rico came to Harlem with an ancestral tequila recipe, and opened this wine shop with a native African-American in Harlem. I chose to survive.

That is, the sale of Puerto Rican Africans in exchange for the tequila that has been brewed will not be confiscated, as well as all the shares of this liquor store.

The Puerto Rican African is the grandfather of the leader of the Viper Gang, the leader of the Viper, and the native African is the grandfather of Water Viper and Maria Dillard.

Then it was transformed into "Harlem Paradise" by native African Americans.

A cave of ecstasy.

Commonly known as a place selling laughter, the scientific name is the Institute of Technical Workers, and the elegant name is Qinglou Chuguan.

Later, after continuous development and "survival" from time to time, it finally declined.

Then the descendant of the native African American came out with a talent, Maria Dillard, who became the district councilor of Harlem. Adams made it the most famous nightclub in Harlem.

It's not the biggest, nor the most luxurious, but it's the most sophisticated and distinctive.

Many well-known musicians sang here before they really became famous.

And more talented young musicians in Harlem, with the approval of Harlem Paradise, come here to perform a thing to be proud of.

On the surface it is.

To maintain Harlem Paradise, all kinds of "survival" choices are required. When the licking dog kowtows on the ground and begs "Daddy, please forgive me", such things are not feasible options, and they cannot be negotiated. No one who can live well in Harlem has a temper.

So I had to do all kinds of intrigues, all kinds of unscrupulous means, all kinds of cowardly, just do it, and find an opportunity to do it secretly after the counseling, so as to barely maintain this state.

Just like the current boss of Harlem Paradise, Water Viper, is the leader of one of the most powerful dynamic social groups in Harlem, but there is no separate gang, Harlem Paradise is the base camp, all the scenery and beauty, everything The unbearable and evil, all born here, staged here.

Today, it was another sleepless night here as usual. There was a long queue at the front door early, and from time to time, a few people entered directly through the VIP passage, and some sneaked in through the back door through various trust relationships. Most of them were regular customers. There are also many people who come here admiringly.

Inside the nightclub, it was even more overcrowded. Almost as soon as you entered the door, it was almost too crowded to walk.

However, it was not very noisy, they were all relatively quiet, mostly enjoying the music, swaying their bodies gently along with the R&B singing by the singer on stage.

"Guest, is this your first time in Harlem Paradise?"

What the bartender asked was a middle-aged African-American sitting in front of the bar who had just been there for a while.

This person was wearing a very unorthodox white suit, white suit trousers, white shirt, white crocodile leather shoes, even the Panama hat and windbreaker that he took off when he first came in were all white.

Moreover, this person's pedigree is very positive, basically there is no mixed blood, unlike many African-Americans whose skin is closer to wheat-colored, and they can't even see any color. This person belongs to the kind of big black sky standing outside, The kind where you can't see the face when you close your eyes.

If you want to be pretty and filial, it is completely inapplicable to him.

Going out in the middle of the night, wearing a white dress with a hat on, no hands, no head visible, when you look closely, you can see two eyeballs and two rows of big white teeth, how pretty is she, let me scream.

It is also more suitable in a dimly lit environment like a bar.

That's why I asked the bartender to take a second look before asking this question.

This African-American with a different style has a good temper. It is said that the bartender is a bit rude. The others are sharp-eyed, and they can just glance at it. He glanced at it several times, and he was very rude, but this person didn’t care. look.

"Yeah, I came here just because of the reputation. It's a good place. The kids on stage are pretty good." The African-American in white said with a smile.

This person looks a bit ordinary, but his smile is contagious, making it easy for people to have a good first impression of him.

These two rows of teeth are so neat.

"That's right, but this is a singer who has just emerged in our place recently, and there are many others who are higher than him." The bartender said the most famous sign here, and he also looked proud.

"I heard that the tequila here is pretty good?" The African-American in white was also a little interested in chatting, and raised the glass of pure tequila he ordered just now, but said a little noncommittally.

"Oh, Sir, that's just an urban legend, but we also have a lot of good wine here, I recommend..."

The bartender chatted endlessly, and was interrupted by a look from the African-American in white.

It turned out that the phone of the African-American in white rang.

A good temper is not a lack of temper. The white-clothed African-American just glanced at him casually, and the bartender suddenly seemed to be stared at by some ferocious beast. He didn't dare to speak immediately, and his big black face faded a little.

Those who can be bartenders here can't be really blind. It's still clear who the guest is, who can make a few jokes, and who can avoid it.

"Uh, if you need anything, just call me." The bartender hurried to the other customers after finishing his sentence, and it took him a long time to recover.

The African-American in white picked up the phone and said, "Well, it's me, Suowanda... Yes, I just arrived, and you are here too? Well then, see you later."

The white-clothed African-American named Suowanda hung up the phone after saying a few words, looked in the singer's direction with a little regret, took out a hundred-dollar bill and pressed it under the wine glass, and left without looking back.

Harlem, an abandoned building.

"Sowanda, you are here, you have worked hard all the way." It was Xin who spoke, bowed respectfully to Suowanda at a standard ninety degrees, and greeted him personally at the door.

After getting up, he grinned, making it hard to see that he was smiling.

It's unbelievable that this is the leader of Hell's Kitchen Yakuza who doesn't lie to many Hell's Kitchen bosses and can cosplay telephone poles in meetings, Xin.

"Well, Xin, long time no see, where is Mrs. Gao." Suowanda was still very polite, just like the bartender in Harlem Paradise.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mrs. Gao is waiting for your lord inside, please come with me." Xin bowed slightly again and said please with one arm stretched out.

"Trouble."

(End of this chapter)