money player

After thinking for a long time, Bill asked, "Will apartheid ever be abolished?"

Sin Yiu-man picked up his wine glass and swirled it gently. "Clearly, you already have the answer."

When do you think we should get involved?

"Do you understand the gains and losses of a white lawyer speaking up for a Black person?"

Bill raised his glass and clinked it with Sin Yiu-man's. "For me, the high risks that come with it are nothing."

“Since you don’t care about the risks, you can stand up and speak out for Black people at any time.” Sin Yiu-man raised his glass in a toast. “Governor of Bufalino, you are the second Italian-American governor in the United States.”

"what."

Bill laughed loudly and clinked glasses with Sin Yiu-man again.

Sin Yiu-man chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that Bill, that grandson of a bitch, was actually unwilling to reveal his true thoughts.

Those who ride the wave of the abolition of racial segregation become star lawyers in the United States, thus using it as a springboard to judicial and political positions.

If we put ourselves in his shoes, that would be his goal. But we can't rule out the possibility that Bill has a hero complex, wants to stand on the right side of history, make contributions to legal scholarship, and thus leave his mark on history.

Another political possibility is that Bill himself does not participate in the election, but stands behind a candidate, providing them with both practical and nominal assistance, and helps them rise through the ranks until the candidate enters the White House, where he becomes one of the advisors who can influence American policy.

Given Bill's shady past, if his political ambitions were to be realized, working behind the scenes would be more suitable.

Being in this place, he couldn't help but think about Kennedy. It seemed that none of Kennedy's staff members in the previous life came from the Mafia. Was it because he supported a proxy, or had history changed slightly?

It's probably not appropriate to use a questioning tone, but from his collaboration with the Charlotte family to his involvement in Kennedy's fundraising efforts, he has become a variable in American politics. Who knows how much energy his little wings can flap?

To mask any possible lapse in concentration, he clinked glasses with Kelly. "Have you spotted any pretty ladies?"

"I didn't find it, but you should have."

"Oh, you don't count."

Sin Yiu-man took a sip of his drink, turned around and looked around, and immediately saw Hedy Lamarr and the man with her walking into the lounge.

He gestured towards Kelly with his chin. "Who is he?"

Kelly glanced at the man. “You don’t know him? Teddy Stoffel, the King of German Swing, who owns two very famous nightclubs in Acapulco, Faith Dormerg’s ex-husband, Hedy Lamarr’s current husband… They should have already gotten married.”

"Hmm, you know Hedy Lamarr?"

"I don't know her. She's washed up and a thief. She was arrested for shoplifting. It's in the newspapers, didn't you see it?"

"I haven't seen it, but I like thieves."

Kelly rolled her eyes at Xian Yaowen. "Your imagination is amazing. You connect a thief to an affair. You like her?"

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "Your comprehension is really great, but your associative ability is a bit lacking. I spent half a day with you today, and my nose feels very comfortable. It says it hasn't enjoyed itself enough yet and would like to rest for another night. Even if that's not possible, it would be best to find someone younger."

Kelly said smugly, "The nose is right."

The vast majority of East Asians have an ABCC11 gene mutation that significantly reduces the amount of sweat secreted by the apocrine glands. Black people almost 100% and white people 95% do not have this gene mutation. Their apocrine glands secrete more sweat, which contains protein and fat. When this sweat is broken down by bacteria on the skin's surface, it produces an odor.

This odor varies from person to person. Some people find it unpleasant and need deodorants and perfumes to cover it up, while others are lucky enough to have an odor that is not unpleasant and may even be pleasant to smell, thus becoming a natural body fragrance.

The little-known secret is that when Sin Yiu-man selects white women to seduce, the first screening criterion is their body odor. Only if they are not unpleasant will he proceed to the next step. The white women who have had relations with him all fall into this category, among whom Kelly is the best, as she has a natural body fragrance.

As we age, the amount of sweat secreted by the apocrine glands is likely to increase, and the composition of the bacterial community on the skin surface may also change. If you're lucky, the odor may decrease or even become more pleasant; if you're unlucky, it may become even smellier.

Sin Yiu-man leaned close to Kelly's chest and took a deep sniff. "It smells nice, but it has a musky odor."

Kelly's shoe tip reacted to the pressure and bit Sin Yiu-man's calf.

"Hello." Seeing the two people acting as if no one else was home, Bill grumbled, "Is anyone home?"

Sin Yiu-man patted his pants and said, "Thank you, but we don't welcome salespeople here."

Bill looked at Kelly. “Madam, do you need legal aid? You can sue him for sexual harassment. I don’t come to this area every day. If you sign the contract today, you can not only enjoy an immediate reduction in legal fees, but also get two thugs for free.”

Sin Yiu-man chuckled, "Such familiar lines, so you're really doing a sales pitch?"

Bill shrugged. "If you buy a house in this neighborhood, you're likely to run into salespeople a lot. Lately, there have been a lot of salespeople trying to sell you window-mounted magic coolers; it's summer now."

"Perhaps you can call it an air conditioner."

"Is there a difference?"

"No, it's all garbage no matter what you call it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I manufacture electric fans, have you ever seen a Thales brand electric fan?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Sin Yiu-man sat up straight and said, “Taylors is now focusing on an outdoor mini fan. It’s very small and can be powered by a battery or electric battery. Whether you’re camping, fishing, or picnicking, you need this kind of fan. You can call the hotline 119-119 and take the mini fan home for just $18.8.”

Bill chuckled, "That tone sounds familiar. Are you a voice-over artist for radio commercials?"

"Instead of advertising on the radio, Bill, do me a survey to see if it's possible to advertise on television as a TV program, say for 30 minutes."

“Adam, don’t dream, unless you kidnap the president and threaten him to replace all the commissioners of the Federal Communications Commission.”

"Is it impossible?"

"The spectrum is public property, and the television station is the trustee; ensuring diverse viewpoints and preventing harmful content; domestically opposing communism and internationally promoting American values..." Bill shrugged. "Do you want me to continue?"

"Damn it." Sin Yiu-man waved his hand. "America shouldn't be like this."

"That's just how America is."

"Ok."

Sin Yiu-man was well aware that the United States at that time did not yet possess the confidence and freedom that it would later be touted as. The ruling class was filled with fear of communism and worried that their rule would be overthrown. The political atmosphere was in a stage where people were forced to be patriotic, even if they didn't want to drink water.

Of course, the concept of the nation was distorted, and patriotism at this time was actually love for the ruling class.

Bill gestured in one direction with his chin, "It'll probably be our turn soon."

Sin Yiu-man looked over and saw Kennedy walking from one booth to another. As long as Kennedy didn't use a random jumping pattern, whether clockwise or counterclockwise, their booth would be their turn soon.

This is good news. Waiting here for a "meeting" is too boring. The sooner the meeting is over and the matter is settled, the faster time will pass. At the same time, he once again pondered Kennedy's or his father Kennedy's thoughts.

Kennedy brought everyone together in a one-to-many environment, but used a one-to-one approach. This made everyone clearly aware that he had many supporters, giving them more confidence to donate generously. At the same time, it prevented everyone from getting too familiar with each other and forming a closer circle, causing the "bond" to lose its function, and even one day turning supporters into a united opposition force.

It will probably be until the bonds are firmly established that Kennedy will proactively create opportunities for everyone to expand their networks.

This move was clever and skillful, and Sin Yiu-man, who had no contact with Kennedy, couldn't immediately determine whether it was Kennedy or the elder Kennedy who made the move.

However, he prefers to believe that Kennedy was in charge. No one who can enter the White House is incompetent, and Kennedy was not a shrewd person. He had no chance of sitting on that throne.

"Bill, would you like to switch seats?"

"Do you think it's necessary?"

“I don’t know, you decide for yourself,” Sin Yiu-man said calmly, gazing at Bill’s face.

Bill paused for a moment, then said, "Perhaps we should change seats."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Bill got up and left, not giving Kennedy a chance to use this opportunity to retaliate.

"I'm going to talk to Hedy Lamarr for a bit."

"And you still say you're not interested in her?"

“I don’t have the interests you’re looking for, but I do have other interests.” With that, Sin Yiu-man got up and headed toward Hedy Lamarr’s booth.

A short while later, he arrived at the booth, exchanged a few pleasantries with Teddy Stoffel, and invited Hedy Lamarr to sit at the bar.

"Greenville Trina?"

"OK."

Rama responded softly, then curiously examined the man who had just burst onto the scene in Hollywood.

Sin Yiu-man asked the bartender for a bottle of Green Vertelina, which is considered Austria's national wine, but declined the bartender's service and opened the bottle and poured the wine himself.

Pour it and hand one to Rama.

Sin Yiu-man raised his glass. "It seems we'll be getting down to business soon, and we don't have much time to talk. Do you mind if I skip some formalities?"

Rama raised his glass in a toast and chuckled, "No problem, you can get straight to the point."

“OK.” Sin Yiu-man lightly clinked glasses, took a polite sip of wine, and then put down his glass, saying, “Hollywood likes young actresses. Once an actress is over thirty-five, it’s very difficult for her to have the opportunity to play the leading role in a big production. That’s the reality of Hollywood.”

I believe that women of every age have their own unique charm, whether they are twenty or forty.

Everyone…

Sin Yiu-man shrugged. "Excluding the poor souls forgotten by God, everyone has their twentieth and fortieth years. God is very fair. A twenty-year-old's year has 365 days, and a forty-year-old's year also has 365 days. One day after twenty years old, you are twenty years and one day old. Time only moves forward, it never goes backward."

For a 37-year-old woman, her twenties are only for reminiscing, not for fantasizing about going back.

Sin Yiu-man tapped the bar and hummed softly, “Once upon a time there was a little pub, the place where we raised a glass or two, remember how we laughed and spent hours thinking about the great things we would do?”

Those days, my friends, we thought they would never end, that we would sing and dance forever, that we would live the life we ​​chose, that we would fight and never fail, because we were young and certain we would succeed.

He stopped humming.

Rama, who was being led astray by the singing, asked, "Why not continue?"

"Why continue?" Sin Yiu-man chuckled. "Humming was just a conversational tactic I used. Didn't I achieve my goal?"

Rama chuckled. "Yes, you've achieved your goal. I haven't heard this song before. What's the title?"

“Those Days”, adapted by world-renowned composer Adam Hepburn at the Polo Lounge, oh, dedicated to Hedy Lamarr.

"Thank you." Rama's smile grew even brighter. "Which piece of music is this adapted from?"

"The song 'Дорогойдлинною' by the Soviet composer Boris Fomin translates to 'The Long Road' in English."

"A great song. Am I lucky enough to hear the whole song?"

"Of course, please keep an eye on the YMCA label. This song will be released soon. Please buy the official record to support YMCA, thank you."

"Haha, I'll buy two."

Sin Yiu-man raised his glass in gratitude, saying, "I am very grateful to Hedy Lamarr for her support of the YMCA. To express my deepest thanks, I invite you to join Jorge Guinness."

Rama chuckled, "What will I get by joining Jorge Guinno?"

Sin Yiu-man tapped his temple. “It’s not about being a pretty face, but about freedom, equality, and the opportunity to use your talents.”

He demonstrated a few snake-fist moves with his hands, "I'm an Eastern magic master who's thoroughly studied legal statutes and can become a fully licensed lawyer after a few years of apprenticeship. Dealing with me requires wisdom and constant vigilance, otherwise..."

He then adopted a mantis boxing stance and struck Rama's collarbones with lightning speed, saying, "I have cast a spell on you; you will live for another forty-nine years and 364 days."

Rama laughed heartily, "Why not add one more day or subtract one year?"

“Having both whole and odd amounts increases credibility,” Sin Yiu-man said, shrugging.

"not bad."

Sin Yiu-man extended his right hand. "Deal?"

Rama extended his right hand and grasped it lightly. "Deal."

“I will give you a contract with a salary of $30 a week, hire you as a producer, and then give you an actor contract with a share of the profits per project.”

“Thirty dollars, that’s a lot.” Rama glanced at Sin Yiu-man. “Why isn’t it free?”

“I’ve read the law carefully; anything under $30 is illegal.”

"Wow, that's awesome."

Sin Yiu-man swirled his wine glass. "I gave you a job. No need to thank me. This round is on you."

Rama raised an eyebrow and said in a coquettish tone, "Greenvitrina isn't cheap."

“I know, so please.” Xian Yaowen downed his drink in one gulp and placed the glass on the bar. “I invite you to lunch tomorrow to discuss your patents. I’m very interested. Relax, it’s on me.”

Upon hearing this, Rama didn't care who was paying for the meal; he simply focused on the key point about "patents," asking, "Are you interested in radio guidance systems?"

"Yes, I am interested in frequency hopping spread spectrum technology, but not because of its anti-interference characteristics. Rather, I want to conduct secondary research and development on multiple access and apply it to remote-controlled toys."

"Transmitter and receiver?"

"uh-huh."

Rama smiled slyly, "You've told me your thoughts, aren't you worried I'll ask for an exorbitant price?"

Xian Yaowen bent down and kissed Lama on the cheek, then whispered in her ear, "I'm well-versed in the law, so it won't be difficult for me to circumvent your patent. Also, regarding Eastern magic, if you don't cooperate, I'll tap you a couple more times and take away forty-nine years of your life."

“Ha,” Rama said defiantly, “Come on.”

Sin Yiu-man shrugged. "See you tomorrow."

Back at the booth, Kelly put on a jealous look. "You two seemed to be having a good time?"

“Not bad.” Xian Yaowen reached out to put his hand on Kelly’s shoulder, but Xie Zhanran gave him a wink. He withdrew his hand and said, “I’m going to the restroom.”

A minute later, he stood in front of the urinal, and Xie Zhanran whispered in his ear, "I put the phone down at Jushui and got through to Mr. Dong. He said he's in the lobby right now."

"Yes, I've long felt that things aren't going in the right direction. Don't touch anything in the room. This troublesome matter can only be dealt with gradually. We should take it slow and not resort to drastic measures."

Xie Zhanran nodded slightly.

Xian Yaowen shook Xian Yaowu, pushed him to hide properly, and closed the ventilation door.

After leaving the restroom and stepping outside, he saw Kennedy heading towards their booth. He quickened his pace, but remained composed, and greeted Kennedy the instant he arrived.

"Hi, John."

"Hi, Adam."

Kennedy had clearly done his homework and knew exactly who Sin Yiu-man was. He shook Sin Yiu-man's hand and said with a smile, "Do you like bridge?"

"I'm a bridge expert."

"Want to meet sometime?" Kennedy asked with a warm smile.

Why not?

Sin Yiu-man gestured for Kennedy to sit down.

After they were seated, Sin Yiu-man introduced Kelly to Kennedy. Kennedy exchanged a few pleasantries and said, "I recently took a trip to Asia, visiting Israel, Iran, Pakistan, India, Singapore, Thailand, Indochina, South Korea, and Japan."

A friend in Singapore recommended a book to me called "007: The Welfare Hotel." I really like the male protagonist, James Bond, his fashion sense, his adventurous spirit, and...

Kennedy paused deliberately, “Casanova lifestyle.”

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly, having caught a glimpse of Kennedy's personality: he was a womanizer, and probably wouldn't bother to hide it.

However, his deliberate mention of Casanova was probably to bridge the gap between them, as his public image regarding women is likely comparable to Casanova's.

“My friend said that the welfare hotel is a real place, and the descriptions of the welfare hotel in the book are based on the real scene. It’s just a pity that the hotel was not completed and cannot be visited.”

“John, you can visit the Welfare Hotel anytime you want. I am a major shareholder of the hotel.”

Kennedy's mention of "The Welfare Hotel" (part of the James Bond series) and the Welfare Hotel couldn't be a coincidence; he must have known that 84 Charing Cross Road, the Welfare Hotel, and Sin Yiu-man were connected. (End of Chapter)