money player

Chapter 187 One more “S”

"Adam, where are we going next?"

Jane said this when the dinner entered the dessert stage.

"What do you propose?"

"Can you play cards?"

"What card?" Xian Yaowen felt a little unhappy.

"There is a Sputini Bar in Brooklyn, where a very special way of playing cards is popular. Blackjack, any drink in the bar can be used as a bet. One or two bets at a time, and the loser Drink it on the spot or drink it after the round of cards is over." Jane said enthusiastically.

"Who is the banker?"

"Bar owner."

"What if we win?"

"If you win a few drinks, you can drink a few drinks for free. If you win more, you can store it for up to a month."

"If you lose too much, can you ask your friends to help you drink?"

"You're right, you can call as many people as you want, but they must finish the drink, otherwise it will be doubled."

"It's interesting. I'll go with you."

The name "Sputini" is very Italian. Any bar in New York that has something to do with Italy has a 70% to 80% chance of being related to a Sicilian family. The gameplay mentioned by Jane is quite interesting and is a good marketing strategy. For these two reasons, Xian Yaowen is very happy to patronize.

At the end of May in New York, the temperature difference between day and night is a bit big. After paying the bill, I walked out of the restaurant. The temperature outside was only a little over ten degrees, and there was a breeze. It happened that Xian Yaowen had no clothes on him to use as a prop for his gentlemanly demeanor. He hugged the girl who was rubbing her arms. simple.

Jane smiled knowingly at him, put down her hands, tilted her head in the direction of Xian Yaowen, and gave half of her weight to him. She leaned her head on his arm and rubbed her cheek, "Adam, you are so warm. What should I do if I fall in love with you?" ?”

Xian Yaowen tilted his head and stared down, and said slowly: "The beginning of the story is always like this, just the right moment, caught off guard, but the ending of the story is two flowers blooming, separated by the sky. Tonight I will be Jane's Adam, and tomorrow..."

"Am I going to be Adam's Jane?"

"No, don't think about tomorrow yet." Xian Yaowen lowered his head, buried his nose in Jane's hair and sniffed, "There is an extra S in my Webster's dictionary. You probably won't like it."

"What S?"

"I'll answer this question for you tomorrow when I watch the sunrise."

"uh-huh."

The two cuddled up to the roadside, took a taxi and drove along the address mentioned by Jane.

At ten o'clock, the best time in the bar, the two of them walked into Sputini. Amidst the lively cheers, they witnessed a drinker with blurred eyes pouring a glass of tequila into his mouth with difficulty. On the bar, there are seven more shots of the same tequila.

"He lost miserably." Jane was infected by the atmosphere of the bar, hugged Xian Yaowen's waist and said loudly.

"Yeah."

In the echo, Xian Yaowen's eyes left the drinkers and quickly glanced at the faces of several middle-aged people sitting at a table in the corner of the bar. They had black hair, dark eyes, and noses that were either big and round, or pointed and straight. He is shorter than other white people. He combines the characteristics of Eastern and Western people. He is a typical southern Italian race. Looking at the words "Vai via" written all over his face, he is definitely from Sicily.

Looking away, Xian Yaowen lowered his head and said, "It seems that one round has just ended. Do you want to participate in the next round?"

"Let's go together." As she said that, Jane dragged Xian Yaowen to the bar and pulled him to sit on a high chair. She put her chin on Xian Yaowen's shoulder from behind and raised a finger at the bartender, "Tiki , a cup.”

"A glass?" The bartender smiled knowingly.

"Yeah, one cup." Jane tilted her head and kissed Xian Yaowen on the cheek.

"Okey."

The bartender probably appreciated the two people's generosity, and a very tropical tiki cocktail was placed in front of the two of them in a short while. It's a bit novel. The garnished fruit on the rim of the cup is not pineapple, but the seasonal fruit cherries. Two of them are skewered with a long toothpick and placed on the rim of the cup.

Jane leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and licked the cherry, trying to roll the cherry into her mouth, but failed several times. She turned her head and looked up at Xian Yaowen, laughing and trying again.

After trying for a long time, she couldn't roll it up, so she had to pinch Xian Yaowen's fingers, use his index and middle fingers as clips to pick up the toothpicks, and control the two cherries to slip from his lips while deliberately shaking them. , and after playing with it for a while, she put the cherry against his lips and motioned for him to hold it.

Xian Yaowen did as he was told and gently held the cherry in his mouth. Jane's brushed eyes hung on his eyes. He took off the toothpick with his hand, put his mouth on his lips, bit the cherry lightly, broke off a small piece, and held it carefully in his mouth. chew.

She just ate the cherry piece by piece, from protrusion to mouth. Her greed was still not satisfied. Her tongue moved forward, as fast as a road breaker, dang dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang. , the mouth became concave.

Xian Yaowen looked very interesting, and he also used his own road breaker to dang dang dang from the other direction. Driven by greed, the two worked very hard. In a few moments, the cherry was pierced, kicked down, and transformed into a back. The two breaker hammers met, and the sound of "dang-dang-dang" disappeared, leaving only "bop-bop-bang". echo.

The cherries are very sweet, but there is always a time when they are finished. The pop-pop between the two does not last forever. Jane comes in front of Xian Yaowen, sits on his lap, picks up the wine glass and takes a sip of orange red wine mixed with rum and juice. liquid, and then put the wine glass against Xian Yaowen's lips.

A glass of wine, you take a sip, I take a sip, it's so sweet that it's cloying, it's so sweet that it's disgusting.

Two men who came together lost five glasses of 2-dollar rum. They wanted to have sex for free. They were in a bad mood. Seeing Xian Yaowen's disgusting attitude only added fuel to the fire. They were already a little confused. The two people looked at each other, pushed the chairs away and came to Xian Yaowen. One of them leaned on the bar and said, "Brother, she's a pretty girl. Let us play with her."

Jane glanced at the visitor, her eyes showing disgust and a little fear, and her body subconsciously shrank towards Xian Yaowen's chest.

Xian Yaowen patted her thigh and gave her a "It's okay" comforting look. Then, he turned to look at the man who spoke, "Sir, you know, I'm in a good mood now. I'll buy you whatever you want to drink."

His subtext is that I don't want to cause trouble, so I'll treat you to a drink as a step, so that everyone can live in peace.

The man understood the subtext and made up some fatal content in his mind. He instantly became furious and shouted: "Buy me a drink? Do you think I can't afford it? Bitch, leave the girl here and be smart and get out." .”

Hearing this, Xian Yaowen frowned and glanced at the man's face again, thinking that this guy had probably been humiliated just now because he had no money. He was a typical example of being poor in his twenties, repenting in his thirties, scolding his son in his forties, killing without courage, and throwing punches. The brave American loser will go crazy depending on whether he can escape a big hospital bill.

He picked up Jane and put it on the ground. Then he stood up from the high stool. He put his hand on the pocket of his trouser pocket, and the pen buckled in the pocket came into his hand. While unscrewing the cap of the pen, he said: "Made in 1943." Parker 51, it has a nice name, the King of Dark Tips. The one I have is the Heirloom model, which sells for $80. Montgomery used it to sign the German surrender agreement in Berlin. I almost had to use it. Come sign some business documents.”

The 14K solid gold pen cap engraved with the Empire State Building unscrewed and was placed on the pen barrel, revealing the delicate pen tip protected by the nib. He held the pen grip and waved the pen tip, making a signing gesture.

"Every document is related to many jobs. Whether some people who love life and work harder than you can eat turkey at Christmas or whether they can buy a baseball glove for their son as a birthday gift all depend on this pen. It depends on the quality of the signed document.”

As he spoke, his calm tone became slightly high-pitched, "Sir, before you are completely drunk, smoke a cigarette, calm down and think about whether it is right to say that life is priceless, and by the way, think about your father and your mother. Your life is enough for you to punch several times."

After saying that, he pushed the stunned man aside and walked straight to the table in the corner. After about ten steps, he stood in front of a few Sicilian men, looked around, and said contemptuously: "I spend money in your bar, but I have to be safe." Well Done." "You need our protection? Sir."

The man who spoke had sparse hair and a slicked back hair. The skin on his right cheek was very poor and pitted. He had small eyes and big ears. He looked a little kind when he smiled and spoke.

Xian Yaowen focused on the man, "Your bar?"

The man raised his eyebrows, "You can say that."

"What do you call it?"

"Gambino, Carlo Gambino, what's your name?"

"Hepburn, Adam Hepburn."

Hearing the familiar name, Xian Yaowen's face remained calm. After introducing himself, he sat on the seat opposite Gambino without waiting for an invitation. He leaned his upper body on the back of the chair and relaxed completely.

"Mr. Gambino, the point of the question is not whether I need it or not, but whether you have it here. You can imagine, if the gentleman just punched me in the face, would I come to you again in the future?" If I am seriously injured, will I ask you for an explanation?"

Gambino smiled lightly, "Mr. Hepburn, your hypothesis is very interesting. Fortunately, the worst case scenario did not happen. I must admit that what you said makes sense. As an apology, your purchase today is free of charge."

Xian Yaowen nodded, "I accept your apology. By the way, do you know how to paint a house?"

Upon hearing this, Gambino's eyes were fixed on Xian Yaowen's face, and several other Sicilians also went from relaxed to alert.

Painting a house is a popular saying among Sicilian families in the United States. Because when a gun is fired in the room, blood will spatter on the wall, just like painting the wall, so painting the house is often used to represent killing.

After a long while, Gambino's staring eyes relaxed and he replied with a stern face: "I can paint houses and do carpentry work."

"Do it yourself?"

“No, I only make arancini [Sicilian fried rice balls that look like croquettes].”

"OK." Xian Yaowen nodded lightly, "Mr. Gambino, I just came to New York and I plan to do some business here. Legal business, selling magazines, cars, houses, etc. The scale of the business should be very big. , I need a decoration team to help me paint my house for a long time, are you interested in talking about it?"

Gambino thought quietly for a while, "We can talk, but I don't guarantee that I will cooperate with you."

"Cooperation should be based on mutual happiness. I can understand that." Xian Yaowen took out a phone book from his pocket, wrote down a phone number with the pen in his hand, tore it off and handed it to Gambino, "You can call I will be busy in the next few days with this number, so I can’t guarantee that I will be able to receive it. Please leave a message for Zheng while I’m away, she is a lady.”

"no problem."

Xian Yaowen pointed at Jane, "I have a wonderful night, excuse me."

As he said that, he stood up, waited for his butt to leave the chair, and asked as if he had just remembered it: "Mr. Gambino, what is the name of your company? It will be easier for me to explain to Zheng."

An indescribable expression flashed across Gambino's face, "Vincent."

"OK." Xian Yaowen stood up and nodded slightly to everyone, "I wish you all a good night."

Walking back to his seat, the two provocative men had disappeared. Xian Yaowen sat on Jane's lap amidst Jane's laughter, with his back arched and his head buried in her collarbone.

The two laughed for a while, and Jane slapped his butt, "Bitch, I love your butt to death."

"Ah!" Xian Yaowen winked at Jane, "I like rude men like you, Come on, come again."

"Hahaha……"

……

Time steals youth, and it is also eyeing words. It often hangs out with gourmets who eat delicious meat. It knows one black and two yellow formulas very well. On the bedside table of the hotel, it has easily picked up the lines of yellowed words.

The next day.

Xian Yaowen stood on his head against the wall, sweat dripping on the newspaper. He shifted to his left to avoid sweat soaking the unread article.

It's still early, and the first people in the city to get up early for exercise have just gotten up.

On the bed, Jane opened her eyes after not sleeping for a while and saw a few US dollars lying quietly on the bedside table. Her good mood disappeared instantly. She turned around and glared at Xian Yaowen, "Asshole, I'm not a prostitute."

Xian Yaowen raised his head, looked at Jane and said calmly: "You saw, I was exercising, I ordered breakfast, the first one was a tip for the waiter; you were crazy last night, your clothes were torn , I ordered a new dress for you, the second and third pictures are for the payment for the dress, and the fourth picture is for the tip; and..."

"I know." Jane interrupted Xian Yaowen, rolled out of bed, picked up the bath towel on the floor and wrapped it around her body. She walked barefoot in front of Xian Yaowen and looked down at the back of his head. "I was very happy last night. You will give me Can I leave my number?"

"Hmm, it's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

"No, I have a date soon." Jane stretched out her hand and pulled Xian Yaowen's leg hair.

"Now?"

"Yeah."

Xian Yaowen raised his head again, "Boyfriend?"

"Not yet." Jane let go of her leg hair, slid her hand down, and patted her tight buttocks, her eyes suddenly blurred, "Who knows, I just have a crush on him."

"Oh, do you have time for breakfast? I'm going to the West Village in the morning, so I can drop you off."

"That's it?" Jian Jian was a little disappointed.

Xian Yaowen retracted his feet and returned to standing in an awkward posture. He picked up the towel on the side and wiped the sweat off his face. He tilted his head and put his mouth to Jane's lips.

After a while, the two of them sat on the sofa.

"Remember the S I told you?" Seeing Jane's affirmative look, Xian Yaowen continued: "I have two words that only have plural forms and no singular forms. One is Wife and the other is Lady. In a sense , I am married with three wives and a fiancée."

Jane jumped up from the sofa and shouted: "What the hell, you have four wives?"

(End of this chapter)