American Legendary Life

"Left to the left, a little more...well."

Blue flame bar, the new door is hung, Vincent is leading the workers to work.

The interior decoration is over, Vincent has recruited several hot waiters, and the finances are handed over to a short woman in China.

The bar’s accounts are easy to calculate, the important thing is to be honest and honest, and not tricky.

The honesty of the Chinese is notorious, and Vincent knows each other again, so she will rest assured to her.

However, in addition to the bar's accounts, there is something else he needs to deal with.

The nominal business is a bar, but Paul really doesn’t want that. He is still in the business of smuggling alcohol.

Although the prohibition order was cancelled, the business of smuggling alcohol did not disappear, and non-taxation always made more money than taxation, didn't it?

Drinks from South America and Chicago will be transported to Canada, Europe, the Far East and East Asia by land and water.

The Blue Flame Bar is equivalent to a transfer station, which is responsible for ensuring accounts, transportation and collecting money.

However, for the time being, Tommy is not responsible for Vinson, and he has not received Paul's approval and trust.

Vinson, who knows this, doesn't care about this. Compared with cannabis and a few women, smuggling wine in the chaotic area is equivalent to a serious business.

"Are you ready?" Tommy, who didn't know what to do, came back and looked up at the door with his waist up.

"Opening tonight, are you looking for someone to celebrate?" Vincent asked what he meant.

"No, it's better to be low-key," Tommy said with a smile.

"Well, I believe that with these girls, the business will not be too bad." Vincent said not very confidently.

In order to gain fame, Lan Yan Bar learns the "Playboy" set, so that the waiters wear Internet socks and white sailor suits.

The decoration in the bar is also biased towards the Mediterranean style, plus soft music and bar singing, giving a different style.

If you want to have a business, you have to do some other tricks.

"You should let them stand at the door." The neon of the bar was already on, but after waiting for half an hour and not seeing a guest, Tommy pointedly pointed at the door.

"They are waiters, not street girls." Vincent looked at him speechlessly.

"Hey, anyone?" A voice came, the door was opened, and the girl probe with a bobo head was asked; "I want to ask, is this open for business?"

"Of course." A glance at the waiter who was holding his head at the table was boring, and Vincent enthusiastically took a cup from the bar and said, "Do you want something to drink?"

At 11 o'clock in the night, the Blue Flame Bar was already full of people, and the waiter in uniform and net stockings shuttled through the crowd, causing a whistle.

The number of girls is very small, and most of the boys are here. Their hot dress makes them bloody, and they keep drinking and want to suppress their impulses.

It's just that the hotter it gets, the more repeated it makes Vincent want to laugh.

"Man, it seems that you are a natural fit for this." Tommy hugged Vincent's shoulders and looked at the crowded bar.

"That's right." Vincent nodded with a laugh, and today is a good sign for him.

It would be better for him if he only did the bar business here, but unfortunately, Vinson quickly realized the reality.

On the third day of the opening of the Blue Flame Bar, two strong men in jackets appeared in the bar.

With a protection fee of 800 per week, Vinson couldn't believe it when he heard this number.

At 800 dollars a week, what else is necessary for his bar to open?

After clearly rejecting the other party, the cup on the table directly hit the wine cabinet, and the guests in the bar immediately screamed and ran out.

No one wants to cause trouble, they just come to relax and play.

"Man, there is no need to do this." Vinson raised his hand and backed away, indicating that the other party was not excited, and said to the waiter by the way; "Go to Tommy."

"Not necessary? Huh?" The other party raised his jacket with a grin, exposing the pistol pinned to his waist. "Now?"

"Ok, ok, I can give you, but not so much now, we just opened." Vincent shook his head quickly, indicating that he did not mean to resist.

The hero does not eat the loss in front of him, if the angry person really shoots, it will do no good to anyone.

"Hand over everything in the cashbox, now." Seeing Vinson's fear, the other party grabbed the gun proudly.

"No problem." In order not to misunderstand the other party, Vinson slowly opened the cash register to let the other party see his movements.

Inside it is a stack of loose change, and a large pile of coins, which looks like four or five hundred.

Vinson put the banknotes on the table first, and then said: "Man, I still need to buy the goods, will you keep the change for me?"

The two looked at each other and were just about to say something, and behind them came the call of ‘hey’.

The man with the gun glared and turned, before he could see who it was, and fell to the ground after a bang.

"M-FK, Tommy, what are you doing?" The gunshot surprised everyone, and several waiters shrank to the corner, looking at the scene with fear.

"Don't, don't..." Tommy didn't speak, just pointed the gun at the other person, and the other person immediately knelt with his hand raised above his head, begging nonstop.

"Get up." Stepping forward with a gun at the other person's head, Tommy said to Vincent: "Follow me~www.readwn.com~ You can't kill people in the bar, it will cause trouble, I don't mix gangs , Here is legitimate business..."

Following Tommy who pointed at the man with a gun to the back alley, Vinson said angrily along the way.

"With a gun." Ignoring his complaints, Tommy, who came to the backyard, stuffed the gun into Vincent's hand.

"What? What are you going to do?" Vinson shuddered, with an unknown hunch.

"Shoot him and kill him." Tommy said blankly.

"FK, FK, are you crazy? I won't kill..." Vinson still screamed with his gun still on the ground.

"I said, kill him." The cold muzzle was on Vincent's temple, and Tommy's cold eyes did not seem to be a joke.

"Man, no, don't be like this, I still have children..." The man kneeling on the ground cried when he saw Vinson picking up the gun again, holding it in his hands uneasy.

"You heard, he still has children." Vincent said bitterly, his voice hoarse.

When pointed at by the gun, the water in his throat seemed to evaporate instantaneously, making him tingle when swallowing.

"Really?" Tommy lowered his hand with a smile, and said ironically: "Throw the gun away."

Vincent immediately threw away the gun in his hand as if it were a biting viper.

Tommy pointed a gun at the person on the ground and said, "You, pick it up."

The other party didn't know what Tommy wanted to do, hesitant and overwhelmed, a slamming bullet hit him, and he immediately picked up the gun quickly.

"Kill him, and you can go." Tommy pointed the muzzle in the direction of Vincent, leaving him in the same place.

"Hey, it's not funny, don't, don't do that." Seeing the other person raise his hand without hesitation and aiming at him, Vinson smelled the breath of death from it.