The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 372 Tramp Jack who was almost strangled to death

Jack rolled his eyes. He was not someone who just believed one-sided words and jumped to conclusions. He would not easily agree to such an agreement.

Although in my impression, Uncle Cage has never played any serious villains, uh, except for "Lord of War", but although the current plot looks like a literary film, he still needs to verify it.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing. Jack turned back and looked at the coffee shop again. It seemed to be still open. He thought about it in his mind and said to Dupree.

"I need to confirm with my own eyes whether Charlie is really a rare good person like you said, and whether he and the waitress were really strangers when he made the decision to share the lottery winnings."

Dupree spread his hands, "Then you have to hurry up. The divorce case between Charlie and his wife will continue at the State Supreme Court at 9:[-] tomorrow morning, and the verdict will most likely be pronounced in court."

Jack said that even if he loses the lawsuit, it won't be a problem. Although he has not yet reached the level of wealth that would benefit the world, the annual dividends of nearly one million in the trading company that Chris and he share [-]-[-] give him enough money. Confidence.

In most cases, he can say boldly that problems that can be solved with money are not problems, right?
What's more, he is the King of Ideas in the West, bah, the king of cheating in the West, and he still has the ability to help one or two ordinary people. The electric three-bouncer assembly park he came up with has supported the people of a small town. .

The small town of Margrave is now a prosperous scene.

Jack said goodbye to Dupree, bought a bag of oranges from the fruit stall in the park, walked along the street, and then found an alley full of homeless tents and went in.

Half an hour later, when he came out again, he had put on a shabby suit and dirty leather shoes. His face was blue and he had a messy beard. The way he eats.

Taking a picture in front of a glass display window in a store, Jack grinned sillyly, revealing his big yellow teeth. He looked at least 40 years old at this age.

He learned this disguise technique from Angela Lopez when he was patrolling the streets, and later advanced it slightly at the FBI Academy.

The tattered suit and shoes were exchanged for his clean clothes from homeless people in the alley, and the fake beard was left behind by Dupree before he left.

As an investigative reporter, it would be reasonable for the latter to have some simple disguise tools in his car.

As for the big yellow teeth, of course they were dyed with orange peel. The orange flesh was too sour, so after peeling it off, he left it all to the tramp.

The only flaw was his shaved hair that was too neatly groomed, but it was best to solve it. In return for Orange, the tramp gave him a relatively clean woolen hat.

Although the weather is already a little hot, wearing a woolen hat is a bit strange, but as a homeless man, who cares about this.

Covering his head tightly, Jack slowly moved to the door of "Yifang Coffee Shop". It seemed that he could no longer move. He peered in through the large floor-to-ceiling glass window, as if he was trapped inside. Attracted by the aroma.

"Hey, why don't you come in and sit down? There happens to be an empty table here."

The glass door of the coffee shop was suddenly pushed open, and a beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of Jack's eyes.

She has a standard oval face, a pretty and straight nose, and an elegant and smooth chin line. The most impressive thing is the small and thin lips that always seem to be smiling. They are small and delicate, and have the temperament of a European classical beauty.

Jack was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, made a stern look, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Sorry ma'am, I don't think I have enough money on me."

However, the next moment, his greasy and dirty sleeves were gently pulled by the other party, and a clear and sweet sound came from his ears.

"This is just a small problem, isn't it? I happen to have some extra soup and crumbs here." As he spoke, Jack was led into this small coffee shop. There was an empty table in the corner of the shop by the window. There was a small table with a nameplate on it that read "Charlie Lang's Table".

"No, I can't. This table has been reserved, hasn't it? If you can, just give me some food and I'll be outside." Jack was still very involved in the role.

"Oh, this is not the intended meaning." The beautiful woman explained quickly with a smile on her face.

"Charlie was a kind gentleman and I named this table after him to entertain some guests like you for free."

After saying that, she turned and left, quickly bringing a steaming bowl of broth and a few slices of bread.

"Oh, thank you, kind lady, this is not what you call 'crumb' bread." Jack continued to play his role faithfully, and his tone also emphasized the word "Crumb".

"Ah ha, just call me Yifang." Yifang said, picking up the knife and fork and dividing the bread on the plate into two.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

"Your kindness is as dazzling as your beauty, beautiful Yifang." Jack bowed his head and thanked her sincerely.

"You are so polite." Yifang smiled and straightened the nameplate on the table, with a hint of unnoticeable worry in her slightly hazy eyes.

"This person helped me when I was most helpless, so I also want to share his kindness with more people."

She kept watching Jack start to wolf down the "broken" bread, and then continued to entertain guests at other tables with a smile.

Poor Jack had finished eating 4 drawers of xiaolongbao less than two hours ago, and now he had to pretend to eat like a starving ghost reincarnated. He almost choked to death on the spot after eating a few slices of bread, and hurriedly drank two mouthfuls of meat. The soup soothed his throat, and he finally regained his breath.

Fortunately, this erroneous performance actually seemed more real. Yifang turned around and came back. She saw the clean dinner plate and the soup bowl with some soup left, and asked casually. One sentence.

"How about the soup?"

"Well, it's missing a little bit of black pepper. The flavor of thyme and garlic is too strong. Reduce the amount at least by half. The taste of tomatoes is actually a bit bad this season. I recommend adding a few more spoons of tomato paste to increase the flavor."

After hearing Jack's somewhat "unconscious" comment, Yifang's big eyes, which were originally a little hazy due to myopia, widened.

"Wow, are you sure? I thought my secret recipe was perfect enough."

As she said this, she picked up the soup bowl on the table and murmured to herself, "Let me see what else I can do." while walking quickly towards the kitchen.

Jack slapped her face behind her. He couldn't bear to look at her. It turned out that there was really a woman in this world who could still look so kind and innocent after 30 years old.
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Under Yifang's expectant gaze, Jack drank another bowl of meaty tomato and beef soup, and walked out of "Yifang Coffee Shop" with "difficult" steps. He felt that he was being stretched quickly. Vomited.

As soon as he turned the corner, he met a pair of joking eyes.

"So, is this some new trick invented by handsome guy Jack to pick up girls?" Hannah crossed her arms and stared at a certain embarrassed "tramp" with a half-smile.

(End of this chapter)