America 1982

Martin looked at the tall black brothers in front of him with some anxiety. To be honest, he felt that any one of them would be more qualified for the job of a bodyguard than himself.

"Guys, I'm a little weird. If talents like you go to do hot business, you will definitely be the number one on the streets of New York. I've seen people like you in Miami, Los Angeles, and Compton, Los Angeles. I have a group called The brothers of the Compton Executioner, they are similar to the gangsters. Other street gangs fight and kill. They focus on their own business. If others don't mess with them, they will never actively seek trouble. I mean, although they are low-key, But they will maintain their reputation in the industry, and the advantage of this is that other gangs will try to avoid conflicts with them." Martin took out a box of ice cream from the refrigerator in the living room, and then dug into it with a spoon while thinking about the people in the living room who helped him scare himself last night. Said the big guys who were the street gangsters.

"We are not a gang, we are a neighborhood organization." A big man repeated to Martin with an honest face: "We don't do anything illegal. After all, we are often troubled by the police even if we don't do it. If we really do it, I’m afraid he would have been sent to prison a long time ago.”

After hearing what the other party said, Martin swallowed the ice cream in his mouth and pointed at the other party with the spoon in his right hand: "This is the problem! Brother, what's your name?"

"Drake, Derek McGee." The big man was obviously the leader of these people. He was standing in the living room of the presidential suite of this luxury hotel, looking a little uncomfortable. Hearing Martin's question, he said gave his name.

Martin said with a face that had seen the world in Los Angeles: "If you do those things, the police will not trouble you. Black people in Los Angeles and Miami have long understood this truth. In the eyes of white people, we niggas are just like ghosts." You must be fucking criminals. You have weapons, but you don't sell drugs, murder, kidnap, or rob... This is what scares the police. If they know that you have weapons and rob, you must be criminals. , believe me, they will breathe a sigh of relief immediately, thank God, those guys in Black Fruit either wanted to assassinate the fucking president, or they wanted to rob two convenience stores, and murdered five niggas by the way! No need to waste energy paying attention to them anymore , we will slowly investigate after the family members of the deceased nigger report the case!"

"Black Fruit is a black neighborhood organization established in response to the call of Malcolm Grow up safely and protect them until they mature and become the fruit that black people need." Drake, wearing a brown cotton jacket, crossed his hands together and said seriously to Martin: "I still want to thank you very much. Since 1982, we have had no large donations and have been very difficult to operate. This is almost the largest donation in ten years."

Malcolm X, Martin has no memory of this name. He only knows that he was a famous black activist at that time, but he died of murder in the 1960s.

But the name of Louis Farak behind him is a big name to Martin. He is still active in the United States today. He is a recognized black supremacist, anti-white cult leader, and a die-hard anti-Semitic columnist. He has appeared in various black circles all year round. Newspapers published articles accusing Jews of manipulating the media, government and economy, and oppressing black people. They also publicly declared that black people are inherently superior to other races.

What is even more exaggerated is that this black racist has repeatedly praised xxx as being very great and making a significant contribution to the world because he has eliminated a large number of Jews as evil as Satan from the world.

I once said in public at a black national conference that American Jewish bankers supported xxx and allowed him to massacre their German or Polish compatriots. So don’t think that Jews are really kind and protect their compatriots. They are only close to money. For profit, they can Supported him in massacring his compatriots and then used his victim status to gain privileges after the war.

Such ground-breaking remarks have also led the two major Jewish self-defense organizations, the American Jewish Defense Organization JDO and the Jewish Defense League IDL, to list this black man at the top of the assassination blacklist all year round.

To find a more intuitive word to describe him, this guy is probably the leader of the black Ku Klux Klan, nicknamed Black XXX.

The main reason why he did not die of murder like those black activists in the 1960s was that he was more extreme and tougher than Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and others. He believed in YSL and had a team of YSL believers. The black paramilitary group receives donations from YSL world leaders all year round. It is even rumored that the black activist Malcolm X died at the hands of his close friend because Malcolm had a gentle style and was willing to compromise and communicate with white people.

For such a ruthless character, the U.S. government would not dare to touch him easily, because getting rid of him would not only completely deify him, but also allow the large number of black people who follow him and believe in him to complete the transformation from fanatical cultists to real terrorists. I'm afraid it will be even more harmful to the United States then.

What's more, he just made a lot of anti-Semitic remarks and didn't actually commit any terrorist acts.

Moreover, it is not that the Jews have never tried assassination activities, but the two sides have encountered each other several times, and the Jews have not taken advantage at all. The two major American Jewish self-defense organizations are backed by Israel and American Jewish wealthy people, while this black man’s sect is backed by the powerful YSL Overseas support, including Libya, Egypt and other countries, are his financial sponsors, and they are not inferior to Jewish organizations.

Moreover, the black believers under him are not the trash black people often seen on the streets. These black people have firm beliefs, insist on abstinence before marriage, monogamy after marriage, reject alcohol and drugs, etc. Louis even asked the believers to avoid too much contact with black people. The popular street culture of the group is to respect others and work hard to learn knowledge.

Those guys look no different from the staunch Paladins of the Middle Ages.

Even many black people in the United States will privately donate small amounts to Louis Farak and his organization. For example, Martin donated ten dollars.

For no other reason, I simply thought that the other party was the light of black people. When the Ku Klux Klan gathered in Montana a few years ago, several black men of the other party rushed in and burned the other party's venue with homemade Molotov cocktails. They shot the KKK emblem on the spot. The local KKK was so frightened that they did not dare to fight back, and finally relied on calling the police to arrest these people.

There are many more such deeds. Even the NAACP, the largest black group in the United States, was scared to distance itself from this guy, claiming that Louis Farak’s black religious group is a hate organization that believes in black supremacy. It is absolutely Not representative of all black people.

And those black gangs that hang out in major cities only bully black people and do not have the guts and courage to provoke white people.

This black fruit is the ideal niggas in front of us. It was founded in 1979 in response to the organization that was defined as a cult by white people. They want to learn from the followers of Louis Farak, who strictly demand themselves and do not do Any illegal or disorderly behavior, and maintain order in the black community as much as possible.

But the problem is, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The followers of Louis Farak can strictly demand themselves because they are backed by donors and have no shortage of money. The black people in front of them obviously do not have as many donor fathers as Louis Farrak. They have persisted for so long and have even been framed by white people as an extremist organization. , still insisting on avoiding breaking the law and discipline, is already a miracle among the black community.

"If you are willing to promise not to let those little minions cause trouble for me during my stay in New York, I will think about it and ask my secretary to see if I can provide you with some legal work. If you do Okay, I think donations will appear regularly." Martin looked at the other party with a sincere expression, but actually said a little guilty.

He is just a bodyguard and driver, not a real big shot. Of course, he cannot really make regular donations to support the operation of this neighborhood organization.

However, these black people did not doubt Martin. After all, they all met Spike Lee and Vanessa Williams last night. Well-known black people need Martin's help.

Hearing Martin's words, these black people all showed joy. Before they could express their gratitude, Martin's phone rang.

"Sofia?" After Martin got through, he heard Sophia's voice on the other side. He immediately stepped to the balcony, distanced himself from the black people, and lowered his voice: "What's the matter?"

"I'm glad to hear you're not drunk yet. How was your time?" Sophia asked over the phone.

"Very good. I never figured it out. Did the boss arrange employee benefits for me alone?" Martin said.

When Sophia heard that Martin actually thought that Tommy would consider the issue of employee benefits, she felt it was necessary to extinguish his hopes: "You need to change your habit of loving fantasy, Martin. Your experience today is mainly to prepare for tomorrow's work."

"What job?"

Sophia told the arrangement: "There are several black naval officers. Tommy hopes that you will complete the reception work during this period, just like you entertained yourself yesterday. You probably need to prepare a few more cars, arrange drivers, and accompany you." They go to various attractions in New York and stuff like that.”

Martin looked at the black people in the living room, held the phone and said: "I should have guessed that the boss asked me to spend money yesterday, not simply to reward me for my hard work during this period. Sophia, in what capacity do I... deal with those officers? ?”

"Producer of BT TV network or senior hair stylist? You can print whatever title you like on your business card, but you have to pay the printing fee yourself." Sophia smiled and said: "And Tommy asked me to remind you, even if you Even if you write that you are the President of the United States on your business card, you can only receive a weekly salary of 250 yuan a week."

After hanging up the phone, Martin walked back to the living room and looked at these black people: "Can you drive?"

The black men looked at each other, then nodded to Martin: "Of course, sir."

"Very well, my secretary called me. There are some changes in my schedule in New York. Some senior black officers from the Pentagon are coming to see me. I am going to arrange a few luxury cars to pick them up. If you arrange it better than the car rental company, Full-time drivers are more trustworthy. I think donations will wave to you." Martin looked at these black people and said:

"Each of them is just like me, a big shot that you will never have the chance to come into contact with."

"We don't know who you are yet, Mr. Hart." The black man named Drake asked Martin.

Martin picked up the unfinished ice cream and turned to look at the TV set in the living room, which was playing the BT TV network's late-night program "The Almighty Gun King":

"See that network that has great programming for all black people in America? It's mine."

…

Spending more than a minute with Tommy's father, Colin Hawke, and Tony's father-in-law, Logan Herr, makes Julian Farrell feel that Tommy is even more pleasing to the eye.

Tommy, Otilia, Tony, Ashley, Bethea and others were rumored early on that their daughter and Tommy were two CS best friends living in New York. They wanted to let these bumpkins from other places see the real New York. reason to pick up.

His wife went out with Mrs. Hull, accompanied by Sophia and Dorothy. It was said that Sophia had booked a massage with a well-known female masseur in New York in advance.

Then, in the huge Mary Manor, only three old guys, Colin and Logan, were left.

This made Julian feel a little embarrassed, because he didn't dare to talk too much with Colin and Logan, two guys who always used swear words when opening and closing their mouths, and laughed exaggeratedly and loudly.

The two of them have been living at the bottom, and Julian, since he was born, the bottom has been another world that is completely insulated from him. He is not sure if he suddenly said something wrong, and then the two of them look strong and have good skin. The tanned guy picked up the beer bottle in his hand and smashed it on his head.

Therefore, after watching Page with a smile on his face as he drove several ladies including his wife, Julian immediately started thinking about finding a reason to leave and come back in the evening to enjoy the holiday dinner with everyone.

Thinking of this, he felt that although his damn future son-in-law was a bastard, he did have some abilities. Tommy was like a bottle of lubricant. No matter how dry the situation was, he could make it moist. A bad atmosphere can always stay warm as long as he's around.

"Hehe~ The women finally left. Listening to them happily discussing what kind of clothes to wear when going out reminded me of the scene when I castrated my own rooster. When I castrated the rooster, the other chickens were also clucking and clucking next to me. , I don’t understand, castrating a rooster, what are those hens excited about, just like now I don’t understand, why can these ladies chat next to me for forty minutes about what kind of clothes to wear when going out, my wife is a bad example, Zhu Leanne, this is all the fault of your wife and Sophia." After Logan Hull watched his wife drive away in the car, a sincere expression finally appeared on the face that originally had a numb fake smile, and he stretched out his arms. He stretched out his hands, holding Colin with his left hand and Julian with his right hand:

"But the ending is good. Now, there are only three of us old guys left. Colin, you have to let Julian and I recover from our numb brains."

Julian was a little uncomfortable because in fact it was only the second time that he and Mr. Hull met. The last time they met was last Christmas. The relationship was not considered familiar, but obviously, in the eyes of Logan Hull at this moment, he might already be considered a familiar one. A "friend" recognized by the other party?

Colin turned around and looked at the two old guys who had their precious daughters taken away by his two sons: "You know, I have wanted to save my brain for a long time. Next, we are going to use alcohol..."

"Colin, Logan, I might be going to Manhattan to meet a business person..." When Julian heard that Colin was going to take the two of them to drink in the afternoon, he immediately decided to find an excuse to leave. Being with a guy who likes to drink is more dangerous than listening to a group of women discussing what to wear when going out.

When Julian said that he had business matters to deal with, neither Colin nor Logan objected, but some of them looked more like polite and perfunctory expressions of regret.

"I have found out yesterday that the location is probably about ten miles away from this manor. It perfectly suits our tastes. Various flavors of drinks, and barmaids who occasionally come as strippers. There are many customers to enjoy it. We will definitely go there You won't be bored." After Colin greeted Julian, he turned to Logan Hull and excitedly talked about the information he had collected.

Julian was packing his suit and preparing to leave, but he hesitated when he heard the words coming out of Colin's mouth.

Isn't Colin the universally recognized and best man in the Mount Hope neighborhood of Warwick? Don't talk about yourself, even Otilia, his wife, and even Tommy have always said that this guy loves his wife deeply. Even if his wife died, he has never had any ambiguous incidents with other women. In Tommy's words, One of the craziest things about the relationship between men and women was that he once planned to use his buttocks, which were tempered by years of physical labor, to seduce a female lawyer, trying to get the female lawyer to give him a discount to help him bring back Bethea.

Now, there is no one else but three old men including himself. This guy has exposed his true colors unscrupulously?

Drinks, barmaids... and then thinking that this is Long Island, New York, where rich people live, Julian has immediately imagined in his mind the image of that club full of beautiful women, drunken and wealthy.

Moreover, his real estate in New York is in Manhattan, and he has no idea about the entertainment venues near Long Island. It seems that the two old guys Hawke and Hull frequent such places, so they should have the same tastes and hobbies, and more It is easy to become friends who trust each other.

"You know, Colin, I think if I don't want you to criticize me as a spoiler, it's best for a few old guys to act together, Logan?" Julian turned around and looked at the two of them with an inquiring tone. To the two of them.

Logan Hull laughed: "That's right, man, if you really leave, I will definitely tell Colin behind your back that you are boring, and I'd better not invite you in the future."

"So it seems it's not too late for me to change my mind?" Julian spread his hands and asked with a smile.

"Wise choice." Hull patted Julian on the shoulder.

Colin looked at Julian suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure." Julian saw Colin's gaze and thought he was guessing whether he was going to be an informant for the women, so he took the initiative to explain: "I'm in Manhattan, and I have some recommendations for places that suit your tastes, or maybe , our taste, do you want me to take you to experience my taste first?"

Colin grinned, rejected Julian's proposal, and said generously: "No, I will pay for all the expenses this time, and then it will be Logan next time, and it will be your turn the last time."

Julian did not refuse. He knew that Colin had registered several companies in his name and still held some shares, so he was not short of money.

In fact, not only Colin, but even Logan and his Marine Lines business became richer because of their involvement in some of Tommy's business operations.

For example, Tommy had previously flown to convince him in person and introduced several new shareholders to Sealine Shipping. Sealine Shipping also held shares in several computer companies in Silicon Valley, and later invested in the establishment of two subsidiary companies, one of which The president is Thomas Hayward, the 21st Chief of Naval Operations of the United States.

Sealine Shipbuilding has been focusing on the private yacht industry before, but this does not mean that it is not interested in becoming a contractor for the Pentagon and the Navy. Those large orders have little chance for the time being because they have no patents and background. But now, as the computer industry gradually flourishes, computer patents After combining it with the boat patent and the connections of the former Chief of Naval Operations, the navy's meager supply of small logistics boat purchase orders was obtained, but in terms of income, it can only be said to be better than nothing.

If this is the result, it is not worthy of Julian's recognition of Tommy as his future son-in-law. The most important thing is the follow-up. The US Pentagon's order cannot be obtained, but in countries where KeyBank's charity activities are popular, the sealine shipping industry will be packaged as U.S. Pentagon contractors like Lockheed Martin and Raytheon allow corrupt officials who benefit from KeyBank to rely on KeyBank loans to purchase boats from the maritime shipping industry to improve the coastal defense capabilities of small countries.

For people who have already cooperated during charity events, the second cooperation does not involve trust issues at all. Those officials do not need to pay themselves, and they have extra income. They can also promote the purchase of powerful American boats to enhance national defense capabilities. , to draw closer relations with the United States, there is simply no reason to refuse.

As for how that loan is ultimately repaid, who the hell cares?

Whether it was the international reputation of the maritime shipping industry or the money he earned, Julian had no dissatisfaction with Tommy. This guy was the most perfect son-in-law in his eyes.

As for Tommy hiding the close relationship with other women from Otilia, just kidding, which rich man would really spend his whole life with one woman? How can I brag about my charms to my friends when I don’t have many mistresses?

Look at Colin now. He was a typical good man before. Now that he has money, he has immediately become a man who knows all the high-end clubs.

Just like that, the three old men got into Colin's pickup truck and headed straight to the entertainment venue that perfectly suited the taste of these old guys.

But as the car drove further, the expression on Julian's face became more serious, because before, outside the car window were various private estates and vacation villas on Long Island. Even in winter, the scenery was beautiful enough, but as time went by, outside the car window, It has become an ordinary suburban residence, and the environment is getting worse and worse.

Julian originally thought he was driving towards New York City, but now it seemed more like he was getting further and further away from New York.

"Colin, are you sure you didn't go the wrong way?" Julian asked.

Colin looked through the rearview mirror from the driver's seat and said to Julian in the back seat: "Julian, you have to believe that a man never needs a guide in this kind of thing, and of course he won't get lost."

"Well, it's your treat anyway, Colin." After receiving Colin's affirmative reply, Julian relaxed, picked up a magazine in the car and started reading.

When the car finally stopped and Julian turned his gaze from the magazine to the car window, he realized that he had arrived in a small town that didn't feel good.

"Get out of the car, Julian, let's talk." Colin and Logan excitedly opened the door and walked out, urging the hesitant Julian in an excited tone.

Julian followed the two of them out of the car and looked around, and then this unpleasant feeling became more intense, because he looked around for a long time and found no sign of the park within his sight, and the stores on the street also They were all in disarray with names I had never heard of. There was even a dirty food truck selling fast food on the street in the distance. Although the people queuing up to buy were all white, they didn't look like rich people.

This is not the first choice for wealthy people to live in a small town. What kind of high-end club can be opened in a place like this?

"This is it!" Colin pointed to a black iron door that looked like it was covered with rust and said: "Hurry up~"

Julian raised his head. There was an iron sign hanging above the door, Milk Room.

"This name doesn't sound like... the kind of place I imagined." Julian said suspiciously as Logan put his arm around his shoulders and walked inside together.

Colin opened the door immediately and walked in: "Don't just look at the appearance."

As soon as the door opened, Julian almost fainted on the spot due to the pungent smells coming out of it.

Inside is a small bar that looks like it has nothing to do with the word high-end, or even the word mid-range. A group of big white men gathered inside, either playing billiards, sitting in front of the bar and watching TV, or just sitting there. In the booth, he used vulgar words to tease the barmaids who were serving drinks to everyone in the bar.

The reason why Julian almost fainted was because one second before he fainted, he saw a barmaid who seemed to have lost a game of billiards. She jumped onto the pool table amidst the cheers of countless men, untied her bra, and let Everyone was in awe.

The pair of waves were definitely not attractive to Julian, who had seen big scenes, but the two big white lumps that suddenly filled his eyeballs were like a shot in the arm, allowing him to find something worthy of attention before he fainted. Two points.

Looking at Colin and Logan next to me, I felt as if I had returned home, especially Colin. This guy actually took a deep breath in the bar, and then rushed directly towards the bar full of all kinds of strong white people with drunken faces. In the past, my actions were vulgar and impolite~

It was like foreplay without lubrication, just squeezed in.

Just when Julian thought that the big man next to him who spilled his drink because of Colin's violent movements would go crazy, Colin had already taken out the change and threw it on the table, and his other hand was already on the big man next to him who was still looking confused. Shoulder: "Brother, do you have any drink recommendations at this place? Since I'm new here, I'm going to buy you a drink?"

"Frank! Here are two glasses of Hoboken specialty whiskey! A treat for the stranger next to me!" The big man heard Colin's words and shouted to the busy bartender.

Seeing that the bartender had no time to pay attention to him, the big man simply stood up on his own. With skillful movements and taking advantage of the bartender's attention, he took two glasses of beer and gave one to Colin: "You can buy Millwater whiskey, and I can buy you a piece of shit." Beer, taste this shit.”

"The alcohol content in this is damn rarer than the tadpole content in my seventy-year-old uncle's body!" Colin drank it down in a big gulp, and then gave his own evaluation to the big man: "It seems that the prices here are more expensive than Warwick. Gao, the boss needs to add more water to ensure that the store will not be closed down due to alcohol theft."

At this time, a barmaid who had returned from serving drinks also walked up to Colin and looked at the unfamiliar face: "Hey, new guy, what do you want?"

Colin took out a pile of change with rough movements and said to the barmaid who was at least in her thirties and wearing heavy makeup: "First of all, two glasses of Millwater whiskey for me, and... what's your name?"

"Little Finger Mickey." The barmaid didn't wait for the big man to introduce himself, and directly helped to say his name: "The man whose club is as cute as Little Finger."

"*****" The big man named Mickey suddenly swore, and the bar girl was not to be outdone. She fiercely countered: "The whole world knows that the safety T manufacturers can't make money from you even with the smallest model, Mickey! You!" Better hope they come out with kids clothes for you!”

After the two of them finished cursing, Colin slammed the empty beer glass on the bar, making a loud noise to attract the attention of the drinkers, and then said loudly: "Secondly! I want everyone here to taste it. Taste of shit! This round! Hillbilly Colin Hawke from Mount Hope, Warwick, Rhode Island is in for a treat!"

After shouting this sentence, all the drunkards in the audience cheered and raised their glasses to signal Colin. Some who were sitting close enough walked over to start a conversation with Colin.

"Logan, Luo..." Julian was dumbfounded as he watched Colin quickly integrate into the environment like a fish in water. He wanted to ask Logan next to him, but when he turned his head, Logan Hull, who should have been beside him, was already there. After disappearing, Julian searched for a long time in the field before he saw the guy holding a cigarette and chatting and laughing with several big men in front of the pool table.

Julian walked over depressedly and borrowed coins from Logan, then walked to the landline phone in the corner of the bar and wanted to call his driver and ask him to pick him up. The bad environment here made him feel like staying a second longer. It's all suffering.

But before he could throw the coin in, his butt was pinched hard. Julian was so frightened that he turned around quickly, and then he saw a barmaid wearing heavy makeup winking at him and shaking hard. Looking at the turbulent breasts: "They are well maintained, and they are even firmer than my mother's breasts."

"I...I'm sorry, what did you say?" Julian didn't say anything casually because he was worried that he might hear it wrong due to the loud noise.

The barmaid looked at the blond Julian, as if she had seen through him a long time ago, and seemed to dislike Julian's reaction just now: "Don't pretend to be a virgin or a widower for many years in front of me, that tone is disgusting, you What are you drinking, pert-butt man?”

"Beer, thank you." Julian hesitated, holding the phone receiver, looking at the other party nervously and said.

Seeing the other party staring at him, Julian put the coins into the barmaid's tray. The barmaid looked at Julian deeply with a stupid look, then turned and walked towards the bar.

Julian recalled the scene of the woman's turbulent wind burning just now, and slightly suppressed the idea of ​​asking the driver to pick him up, and decided to stay a little longer.

Although this place looks bad and the women are a bit older, the vulgarity, boldness and bottom-class coquettishness are something Julian could not see in those high-end clubs before. At least before going to bed, the women in those high-end clubs saw She will definitely not look as explicit and bold as the woman at this moment.

"You missed a good opportunity." In the booth next to him, a bald man held a draft beer mug and mocked Julian: "Leddy is the most beautiful cow in the dairy house, a man with a perky butt."

"I'm sorry, were you talking to me just now?" Julian sat down opposite the other person and asked curiously.

The bald man wiped the beer foam on his beard: "You should take the opportunity to accidentally drop the coin you used to buy wine into her bra. By the way, you can verify which one feels better between her breasts and your ass. .”

"Coins? Twenty-five cents?" Julian said in shock.

"You don't even have twenty-five cents, do you? Poor guy?" The big man smiled drunkenly:

"Twenty-five cents for a beer, and you have the opportunity to enjoy additional benefits. It's very cost-effective. And that's Leidy. Not everyone can have the opportunity to get the benefits from Leidy. She has to like it, and you just successfully played I was a fool and lost this opportunity..."

Julian was shocked at the level of consumption in this bar. For twenty-five cents, you could blatantly tease the barmaid: "In a place like this, how much do you have to pay if you want to have more intimate behavior with a woman?"

"Hillbilly, you've never been to a bar, don't you have a fucking wife? Just have a good time here. After touching or watching something hard, you'd better go home and leave it to your wife. No extra charge is required, and your wife I will love you even more! Otherwise, if you want to get their help, you may have to be willing to raise your children with the bargirl who helped you solve the problem, or your thing can withstand the fists of the bargirl's husband you fucked." The big man said with contempt. Looking at Julian: "How stupid do you have to be to be willing to have sex with a bar girl from a place like this?"

"I..." Julian didn't know what to say anymore and wanted to get up and leave.

If not for women, are these two guys Colin and Hull because they like the dozens of strong white men filling the entire space?

Seeing Julian about to leave, the drunken man stood up and called out to him. Julian watched the man take out a beer from the beer beside him and handed it to himself: "Hey, you country bumpkin who doesn't have money to drink, Let me, a wealthy man with a fortune of two dozen beers, buy you one."

I was delayed for a few days due to the child's illness. Sorry, it seems to be recovering now, so I try to ensure that there are updates every day. In fact, as long as the child is not sick, I can still update every day. The main thing is Being sick is so scary. I cough all night long and feel like my lungs are coming out. I am not in the mood to write. During this time, my home looks almost like a hospital, with home atomizers, Chinese medicine, Western medicine, and syringes. …