American Legendary Life

"Candy, Candy..." After returning home after an entire night shift, Vinson didn't see his wife.

　　Only his wife’s mother was trying to smash the couch, making an unpleasant grunt in her mouth, and the radio sizzling.

　　 "Where did Kandi go?" Wake up the mother-in-law, actually Vinson guessed what: "Hamander or the bar on the street."

　　 "What do you want me to say, Vincent." The woman lighted a cigarette in silence.

　　 shook his head helplessly, this **** life made him more and more intolerable, and today is the second time she is not at home this week.

　　Street billiard bar, Vincent successfully found his wife Kandy.

　　She is playing with a few men who look like gangsters, and Vincent is not in a mood to quarrel with her here.

　　 "Candy, you should go home." Holding his wife's arm, Vinson wanted to take her home, and she would go home no matter what.

　　 "But I still haven't finished drinking." Kandi stall pointed to the bar.

　　 A dark green exposed navel outfit with only a few ropes on the chest, looks like a **** bra, "What are you wearing?"

　　Katie didn't respond, Vincent grabbed her and walked out.

　　 "Hey." Someone stopped them, and at the same time the other people beside the table tennis stopped and fixed their eyes on them.

　　 "This lady said, she still hasn't finished drinking." He said in a blouse, jeans, and a ball of cigarettes in his mouth.

　　 "Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, I just want to take my wife home." Vincent raised his hands and said he didn't want to cause trouble.

　　 "But she still has wine, we still have two **** left!" The opponent shook his pool cues and looked at him with disdain.

　　 looked at the other person and the people coming up behind him, and then looked at his wife Kandy, Vinson understood.

　　 turned around and left, Vinson returned home without any hesitation to clean up the salute and chose to leave home to live in another corner of the city.

　　 He was fed up with this feeling, and was fed up always having to do 7 different jobs and never stop earning money 7 days a week to support the whole family.

　　 Now, everything is over, only myself.

　　Vinson decided not to work near the housekeeper, but to find a new job here and start a new life.

　　Although it is still Los Angeles, it also represents his determination.

　　With a wealth of work experience, Vinson easily found a job as a bartender.

　　 A bar opened in a chaotic zone, originally named here, but people prefer to call it ‘chaotic zone’. ’

　　 Both sides of the street are empty old houses, no one will live or stay here, full of violence, couples, gangsters and chaos.

　　 This is no problem for Vinson. He is very used to such an environment. He grew up in such an environment.

　　 So he adapts quickly, he is a **** and should live here.

　　On the third day of his work, there was a unique guest in the bar. He and everyone looked different.

　　 is wearing a high-end brand-name suit, the hair is combed bright, and he carries a valuable Swiss watch. He is a rich man who should not appear here.

　　 "Give me a glass of whiskey, I want to have the best goods." The other party sat at the bar and waved to Vincent.

　　 Put the glass in front of him, and Vinson removed the finest Scotch whiskey from the wine rack.

　　 It is a rare good. It is also a scarce commodity during the war. It is very rare and equally expensive.

　　 "Your wine." Pushing the wine in front of the other party, Vinson is ready to greet other guests, he can easily get together with people.

　　 "Vinson." The other party called his name, which surprised Vinson.

　　 In fact, he is quite sure that he does not know each other, especially when the other party is a very well-dressed gangster.

　　 "Are you?" Vincent looked at each other curiously.

　　 "Someone wants to see you, trust me, your good chance is here." The other party wiped off the wine in the quilt, and a $10 knife was still on the table.

　　 This attracted everyone's attention, and the $10 bill was enough to trigger a small disturbance here.

　　 "Come with me, Vincent." He walked outside the door, his eyes full of confidence, he believed Vincent would make the right choice.

　　When a man is confused, there is always something to give them guidance, and now the guidance that belongs to Vincent comes.

　　The brand-new Lincoln car stopped by the roadside, and Vinson got off from there.

　　 And his location has changed from a chaotic area like a garbage dump to a Hollywood boulevard with flowers.

　　 "He is very loyal, isn't he?" In the theater, Paul, who took the whole scene, looked at the people around him.

　　 "Yes, loyal, never greedy, work seriously and keep your promises." The other party said very seriously, now is not a joke.

　　 was the person he recommended to Paul, and if something went wrong, he could not escape either.

　　 "Very good." If the first impression is important, Paul's impression of him is already somewhat favorable.

　　 "So where is he?" As the door behind him pushed open, someone walked in with Vincent.

　　 "Here he is." Pointing to Vincent who came, he looked like a nervous idiot.

　　 "So... Now that everyone is here, let's talk!" Looking at Vinson, who was so nervous, Paul wanted to change his mind.

　　 "Do you know me?" Paul asked with a thick cigar.

　　 "I don't think so, sir." Vinson really didn't know him, and Paul's name and face had disappeared for too long.

　　 "My name is Paul~www.readwn.com~ is a person who wants to give you a job." Paul is not a person willing to listen, and he wants to see the other party's actions more than he wants.

　　 So, after a short period of more than ten minutes, Vinson was thrown out of the theater in fog.

　　 And inexplicably he became the manager of a bar, Banana Boat Bar, which is really a bad name.

　　 Fortunately, there was a ‘helper named Tommy beside him. ’

　　It seems to Vinson that the other party is more like someone sent to monitor his work, to ensure that he can get started as soon as possible, and will not mess up everything.

　　The Banana Boat Bar is not in Hollywood. No one can make trouble in Hollywood. This is a well-known rule.

　　 Therefore, the business here naturally does not need ‘human hands’ to watch.

　　 It is located behind the bar where Vinson used to work, across the street, and is also a member of the chaotic area.

　　 Chaos represents profitability, and the chaos here is also the result of deliberate indulgence.

　　 "I think a reform is needed here, a big reform." The walls are covered with graffiti and the corners are filled with water stains.

　　 The floor is bumpy, worse than Dad’s ranch.

　　 The ceiling fell so badly, the bar was broken in half, and the wine rack was like being hit by a car. ‘This is really a pile of garbage. ’

　　 "That's your problem." Tommy stood next to him with his arms around him, an expression of "it's not my business".

　　 "I hope this is correct." Vincent sighed, determined to do a big job.

　　Now he has no better choice, unless he is willing to be a bartender for a lifetime and live in a single room in a hotel that is not much better than a kennel.