The American Scripture

The lights in the bar are relatively dim, the music is loud, with a strong sense of rhythm, many people are twisting their bodies, from time to time there are cheers and whistles, as well as curses, one after another, and some are sitting alone at the bar. Or the lone man and widow on the chair, from time to time looking for prey that can spend the long night with him.

Zhen Fan quickly found Maguire. Nixon, as expected, was the captain of the Coast Guard. He was looking at a group of people twisting in front of him with a stupid expression. Even if a woman came to talk to him, he ignored him. Obviously his mood has not yet adjusted.

"Mr. Nixon!" When Zhen Fan walked up to him to greet him, Nixon came back to his senses.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhen, I'm a little lost!" Nixon hurriedly motioned to Zhen Fan to sit opposite him, and easily attracted the waitress who didn't know who had slapped her **** and was smiling charmingly at others.

"A glass of beer, what do you want? My treat!" Nixon said to Zhen Fan.

"Beer!" Zhen Fan nodded to the waitress, then said with a smile, "How to choose this place?"

"Only in this way can I find the true feeling. I don't know how I came here these days!" Nixon looked at Zhen Fan and shook his head. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said this."

"No, I like to listen, if you are willing to say it!" Zhen Fan said very understandingly, "If I were in an environment like yours, I would have such a mood, I can understand!"

"Thank you, Zhen. You are a good person!" Nixon began to adjust his emotions, "I didn't want to say this, so that you would not be seen as desperate. Then I came to you, I believe you know what I mean. Yes, I want to follow you, no matter where I go, I used to be the chief mate on the destroyer and the captain of the coast guard. I will drive a yacht on the sea. I have a wealth of sailing experience!"

"I know, that's why I strongly invite you!" Zhen Fan took a sip of beer. "But I don't want to take advantage of others, I want you to make your own decision, after all, this matter is very important to you."

Nixon laughed: "Yes, it's very important. To be honest. I don't want to leave the army at all, even if it is the Coast Guard, I want to stay in it. You don't know if someone who is used to staying in the barracks leaves I’m not even used to taking long vacations because of how unaccustomed military camps are!"

"Does your wife approve of you?" Zhen Fan looked at Nixon's face and said suddenly, "You have a wife and two children. You should be six and three years old. The older one is a boy, and the younger one is a girl. right?"

"Have you investigated me?" Nixon opened his mouth wide in surprise, looking at Zhen Fan, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

"No, I can tell by looking at your face. This is an ancient heritage of our Chinese people, called Xiangmian, so... I can know this by looking at your face!" Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders. "I hope you can get your wife’s consent if you follow me, and I can give you an annual salary of $170,000 after tax."

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars?" Nixon was taken aback. He now knows that even the captain of Tennessee, who has the highest salary among the captains on the sea, earns only about ninety thousand dollars a year. Now his salary has reached 170,000 US dollars, and it is still after tax.

Seeing Nixon's mouth opened, Zhen Fan smiled and said: "There is a difference between driving a yacht and other boats. I know this. I am afraid that you have not figured out the captain of the yacht, especially a large yacht like me. , It should be a high-paying position. In the future, your first officer, helmsman and sailor will definitely be less than you, but the trees will be very impressive!"

"You really are a generous boss!" Nixon couldn't help but smile.

"No, I just don't want my captain and crew to change bosses frequently. I believe that a high salary can ensure loyalty and ensure that they can work seriously." Zhen Fan smiled, "That's what I think, very simple ! But the point is, are you really willing to let go of everything here and follow me to Los Angeles?"

"Well, your idea is indeed...different!" Nixon nodded, "Yes, I am ready. Although this place is worthy of my nostalgia, it is no longer suitable for me to live here. My wife There are also children who need a quieter environment. They are under more pressure than me."

"Can you talk about it?"

"My child was denounced as a child of a coward and a traitor in school, and my wife was under the responsibility of my neighbors. Although they did not say anything, I knew they must have been under a lot of pressure, even more The pressure is even greater. Of course, I am also afraid of going to the camp, I am afraid of facing those strange eyes."

Nixon said a lot in one breath. He and his family are indeed no longer suitable for living in Miami, even though it was once his hometown, which made him very nostalgic. But he has been rejected.

"It's not your fault. Don't take it on your body. People will understand it after a long time. They haven't experienced all of this. Of course, they don't know that the result is actually... there is no way. You cannot change it. But if I come earlier, things might turn for the better!" Zhen Fan sighed, raised his glass and gestured to Nixon, but he took another sip of beer.

Nixon raised the glass, drank all the wine in the glass in one breath, and exhaled a long breath: "I have decided. Since I am leaving, I won't miss anything. Even if there is a compelling reason, I will not Will blame anyone, this is my choice, leaving will make me forget something!"

"Okay, let's have a good cooperation!" Zhen Fan also drank the wine in the glass in one breath, then snapped his fingers at a waitress who was twisting his ass, "Two more beers!"

When he came out of the bar, Nixon was already a little drunk. Zhen Fan sent him to a taxi. Then he left with peace of mind. Nixon is a good man, and he is also a very experienced soldier who loves sailing. So he is not worried about the captain.

Nixon staggered back home. He touched his pocket at the door and couldn't find the key. He knocked on the door again. After a while, a pretty, brown-haired woman in her thirties opened the door and watched. Looking at the drunk Nixon, he couldn't help but frowned slightly and let Nixon enter the house.

"Why did it drink like this?" The woman said and helped Nixon onto the sofa. There were two children in the living room. They were sitting on the carpet watching TV. They all looked over when Nixon came home.

"I'm looking for a job! Beth, we are leaving here!" Nixon looked at the woman who was taking off his shoes and said, "We are going to Los Angeles!"

"Go to Los Angeles?" The woman looked at Nixon with a little surprise. She knew she would leave here sooner or later. This was already a nightmare for Nixon, but she didn't expect it to be Los Angeles.

"Dad, is Los Angeles fun?" The six-year-old son looked at Nixon eagerly. He could feel that Nixon was not in a good mood these days, so he also behaved very well. He played with his brother and tried his best. Don't let the younger brother do bad things, this is the best thing this kid has done.

"Los Angeles is very big, bigger than Miami, there are more tall buildings there, and... we will live there, that is our new home!" Nixon looked at his son and laughed.

"What's the matter? Nick!" The woman looked at Nixon with some worry.

"That's it, Beth, I met a guy from Los Angeles, a very amazing person, in short... he is amazing and a Chinese. He bought a yacht and invited me to serve on his boat. Captain, give me an annual salary of 180,000 U.S. dollars a year, and it's after tax!" Nixon cleared his head and shook his head.

"What? US$180,000?" The woman looked at Nixon in surprise. He knew that Nixon's salary is not high now, even if it is an officer who has worked for more than 40 years and has the rank of colonel, his annual salary will not exceed One hundred fifty thousand dollars, even a brigadier general who has served more than thirty years, their annual salary will not exceed seven hundred thousand dollars. In other words, his husband’s salary is already very high.

"You...you can't get it wrong, right?" The woman looked at Nixon with some doubts. If this is the case, maybe it would be a good thing, and if the husband retires, there will be a retirement payment, enough to find someone in Los Angeles. Once the house is good, the rest will not be a problem.

"Yes, you heard it right. We have had enough here. Even if I did the wrong thing, it is unfair to let you and the children bear it. You know, I've long wanted to leave here. , Just because I have lived here for a long time, I feel a little bit reluctant, now...I can finally make up my mind!"

"Well, Nick, I think as long as you make a decision, I will follow you!" The woman leaned against Nixon's arms and held his hand tightly. During this time, she did bear a lot of burdens. The pressure of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is purely a kind of mental abuse, which makes a woman's face lose a bit of luster.

Nixon touched her hair and closed his eyes slightly. He had calmed down and began to think about how to be the captain of a yacht. Yes, it was his luck to meet Zhen Fan, then he would not This kind of fortune will be wasted, but to reward him with his outstanding work.

When Zhen Fan came back from the bar, the yacht was a bit quiet and there was no noise. It was strange that Lance did not invite those bikini beauties on the yacht to have fun today. All of them were on the deck, lying on couches or leaning on the railings, talking and chatting, and when they saw Zhen Fan coming back, they just glanced.

"Why are there no scheduled programs?" Zhen Fan said to Lance with a smile.

"I have spent all my money. You know the remuneration given to me last time, plus the salary that was given to me, I have spent it all, Zhen...can you advance my salary for one month?" Lance was a little bit looking forward to it. Looking at Zhen Fan.

It turned out to be like this. Zhen Fan laughed, then ignored Lance and said to several women: "I have found the captain, and he will come tomorrow, but I still hope to be able to fly back. Olivia, you contact Mr. Mikel, we will leave tomorrow!" (To be continued...)