MTL - Treasure Hunt America-Chapter 59 prodigal randy

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The reports about the police assault case in the past few days can be said to be overwhelming, but they mainly focus on the two criminals and the recent frequent racial conflicts in the United States. There is no news about the victims at all. Just watching the news , Jin Muchen knew what they meant.

Obviously, Hirst and several other parents of wealthy children do not want their children to be exposed in front of the news media. After all, families like them prefer to keep a low profile.

What's more, who knows if the two lunatics have other accomplices, and whether they have any plans for revenge?

So just by watching the news, Jin Muchen knew what those people were worried about. Of course, he himself had no idea of ​​going out to the media to break the news. After all, he also liked to live in Ansheng.

Those two black criminals were both injured in his hands. Who knows if those two guys have other accomplices?

"By the way, where is your home? I'll take you off!"

West looked at Jin Muchen who was standing at the door of the hospital and asked.

"Thank you, can you send me directly to the parking lot over at SOHO."

"No problem, get in the car!"

In the past few days in hospital, Jin Muchen didn't dare to tell Uncle Fang what happened, for fear that he would be worried, so he just told him that he and a few friends would go out of town to play for a few days.

In addition, with John, he simply chose to quit his job. After all, he is now a millionaire anyway, and there is no need to go to the distribution center to work as a coolie.

Although John was very sorry, he didn't say much. He had already seen that the young man Jin Muchen didn't belong, and it was only a matter of time before he left.

The two sides agreed on a time. After two days, Jin Muchen went to the distribution center to go through the formalities, and then he could say goodbye to them.

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This is a relatively quiet bar with a more elegant environment. The record player at the door is playing soothing blues.

Across the bar, above the wine cooler, sits a large-screen TV showing the D.C. United vs. New York Mets Stars game.

Several fans are sitting in front of the bar watching the game seriously. Behind the bar, there are several pool tables, where a couple of men and women are playing pool, but the atmosphere there is much more lively than the bar.

Every now and then there was a whistle and a woman's scream.

But even so, the environment here is much more elegant than the red pony bar next to the distribution center that Jin Muchen had been to before.

After all, this is the Eastern District of Manhattan, and the literary bars here are notoriously stylish. It is a good place for those rich families to hang their horses and look for a @night#qing, and it is a gathering place for rough goods from the distribution center. There is a big difference.

No one smokes in the bar, and there are no waitresses with waists comparable to buckets. All come here are professional elites in suits and leather shoes, as well as those women who are well-dressed, or female white-collar workers who work nearby.

Jin Muchen was sitting in front of the bar with a glass of gin in front of him, but at this time, his mind was not on the game on the TV screen, but from time to time he looked back at the chestnut-haired guy who was arguing with others in front of the pool table.

That guy, exactly what he's been trying to get close to the last few days, Randy. Frederick, the prodigal he knew from the old black mouth earlier.

After he came out of the hospital, he didn't go to work in the distribution center, and Fang Bo agreed with his idea, especially after knowing the selling price of his lights.

With a worth of millions, he has absolutely no need to go to the distribution center to work hard and waste time. He should concentrate on learning how to identify antiques.

So during this time, Jin Muchen usually spent the day with Fang Bo to learn the knowledge of antique appraisal in the shop, and at night came out to find opportunities to approach this Randy.

He has been thinking about this guy's family for a long time since he learned about this guy's situation from the mouth of the old black.

It just happened that Candace was also busy preparing for the final exam recently, and the two didn't have much time to date. Jin Muchen was even more focused, thinking about how to make a good profit from this prodigal son.

But if he wants to go to his house to collect things, how to come to the door, how to contact this Randy, he has not made up his mind.

To put it bluntly, this transaction is similar to the concept of buying an old house in China, but there are many differences.

After all, the Friedrichs are still in charge of the dead man, Hoffmann. If Frederick, Randy's father, rushes to the door, he'll probably be shut out.

During this time, after studying the situation of the Frederick family, Jin Muchen also figured out that if he wanted to succeed in taking out the old house, then it was best to start with this Randy.

Hoffman. Friedrich is a descendant of German immigrants. His father, Hank, had participated in World War II, and of course represented the American side, because considering his background of German descent, he was sent to the Pacific Theater at that time.

Later, after the end of World War II, Hank was sent to China for a period of time.

According to some insiders, that guy caught a lot of good things from China. Later, he made a fortune based on the antiques he brought back from China, and sent his son Hoffman to the hospital. Harvard's law school trained Hoffman into a well-known New York barrister.

But his grandson, Randy, is not as good as his son Hoffman. This Randy was a child with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he was spoiled since he was a child, so he developed a bad habit.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the only son of the Friedrichs, I'm afraid this guy would have been expelled from the family by his father long ago.

Jin Muchen has been thinking about how to get online with this Randy these days, but he has never found a suitable opportunity. After all, although Randy is a prodigal, he is not a fool after all.

If he went to the door stupidly and said that he wanted to buy his family's antiques, no one could tell how this Randy would react.

On the one hand, he may agree, but if he will slaughter himself, it will lose the meaning of digging out the old house.

On the other hand, he may also reject himself, and in that case, it may be even more troublesome.

"Marty, have a martini!"

Jin Muchen was still staring at the wine glass in front of him in a daze, when suddenly Randy's voice came from his ear, and he turned to look.

Randy was wearing rough clothes, his eyes were red, and at the same time he stretched out his hand and yanked the collar of his shirt, and a button flew out. It seemed that he was very angry.

"What? Randy lost again?"

The red-haired female bartender brought a martini to Randy with a smile, and asked with a sneer, it could be seen that she and Randy should be very familiar.

Randy looked up and drank the martini in one gulp.

"One more cup, Mad, that guy Larry is lucky, I'm not in shape today, let him have a few games."

Randy panted heavily and glanced back. On the pool table behind him, a blond boy was hugging a beautiful woman. When he saw Randy looking over, he laughed and raised the beer bottle in his hand, and there were other Five green bills in one hand winked at Randy, and then there was a burst of laughter.

Apparently, Randy had just been repaired badly on the pool table, and the female bartender standing behind the bar wiping his glass, chuckled and shook his head.

And Randy turned his head angrily,

"Coffey dodged Rollins' grapple, he was going fast, Tyron came running from the side, he was going to ambush Coffey at fifteen yards, and he flew out, omg! What did I see? Coffey, who seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, jumped up to avoid Tyron's ambush, touchdown, touchdown. Washington, D.C. United led the New York Mets with three minutes and fifteen seconds left in the game, if. . . "

From the front came the commentator of the game like a rapper. As a guy in a red jersey smashed the ball into the scoring area, a group of fans in front of the bar shouted.

But Randy was obviously very unhappy with the result, and he punched the table hard: "F-U-C-K! How could this be."

He reached out and grabbed the curly hair on his head to see how angry he was. Obviously, it wasn't just because the team he liked lost the game.

At this time, the red-haired female bartender quietly came to him: "It seems that New York is going to lose today, Randy plus what you owe before, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com now you owe 8,000 yuan already."

"Don't worry, it will definitely be returned to you. Give me a few days. The Friedrichs are not bad. Marty, give me another martini!"

Randy waved at the waitress impatiently, and the waitress stared at him for a while with her arms crossed, and finally shook her head helplessly, and poured him another glass of wine.

Randy took the wine, raised his head to kill it, then turned his head and glared at Jin Muchen: "What are you looking at? Chinaman, you mice, why don't you hide in the laundry in Chinatown, why are you here?"

It seemed that Randy was upset after losing money and wanted to find something, but he never thought that the fire would burn on Jin Muchen's body anyway.

Moreover, this guy's mouth was dirty, and when he said it, it was some racist words. Jin Muchen was immediately angry, and the thought of digging out the old house was thrown out of his mind. Now he just wants to teach this **** a good lesson.

"Hey! Randy, are you drinking too much? If you're trying to cause trouble, I beg you to get out!"

The female bartender standing behind the bar was not polite to Randy at all. Those who can open a bar here have a very hard background.

And Randy didn't seem to hear, still staring at Jin Muchen and said viciously: "Listen, boy, I know you've been staring at me these days, I don't know what you're thinking, but please stay away from me a little."

When Jin Muchen heard this, his heart skipped a beat, shit, it seemed that he really wasn't a professional stalker. Although he was very careful, he didn't expect to be discovered by this guy.