Chapter 983: A New Opportunity

"Candy, Candy..." Vincent didn't see his wife after returning home from a full night shift.

Only the wife's mother was sitting on the sofa, making ugly snoring noises, and the radio was beeping.

"Where did Candy go?" Waking up his mother-in-law, Vincent had already guessed something: "Hammand or the bar on the street."

"What do you want me to say, Vincent." The woman silently lit a cigarette.

Shaking his head helplessly, this fucking life made him more and more unbearable, and today was the second time she was not at home this week.

In the billiard bar on the street, Vincent successfully found his wife Candy.

She was playing with some guys who looked like gang members, and Vincent wasn't in the mood to start a fight with her here.

"Candy, it's time for you to go home." Holding his wife's arm, Vincent wanted to take her home, no matter what.

"But I still haven't finished my drink." Candy spread her fingers and pointed to the bar.

A dark green crop top, with only a few ropes on the chest, looks like a sexy corset, "What are you wearing?"

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

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

"The lady said that she still has some wine to drink." The jerk in a flowered shirt, jeans, and a cigarette dangling stepped forward and said.

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

"But she still has wine, and we still have two balls to hit!" The other party shook the pool cue in his hand and looked at him with disdain.

Looking at the other party, the people surrounding him, and his wife Candy, Vincent understood.

Turning around and leaving, Vincent returned home without any hesitation to pack up and salute, and chose to leave home to live in another corner of the city.

He was fed up with this feeling, and fed up with always having to do 7 different jobs, 7 days a week, to make money to support his family.

Now, everything is over, only myself.

Vincent decided not to work nearby as a housekeeper, but to find a new job here and start a new life.

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

With his rich work experience, Vincent found a job as a bartender easily.

A bar opened in the Chaos Zone, originally had a name here, but people prefer to call it the 'Chaos Zone. '

The streets are lined with empty old houses where no one would live or hang out, full of violence, sex, gangsters and chaos.

For Vincent, this is no problem at all, he is very used to such an environment, and he grew up in such an environment.

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

However, on his third day of work, a different guest came to the bar. He looked different from everyone else.

Wearing a high-end brand-name suit, combing his hair brightly, and wearing a valuable Swiss watch, he is a rich man who shouldn't be here.

"Give me a glass of whiskey, I want top-quality goods." The other party sat in front of the bar and waved to Vincent.

Putting the glass in front of him, Vincent took a fine scotch from the wine rack.

It's a rare good, a scarcer commodity during wartime, and it's hard to come by, and it's also expensive.

"Your wine." Pushing the wine in front of the other party, Vincent was ready to greet other guests, and he could easily mingle with people.

"Vincent." The other party called out his name, which surprised Vincent.

In fact, he was quite sure that he did not know the other party, especially when the other party was a well-dressed rich man.

"You are?" Vincent looked at him curiously.

"Someone wants to meet you, trust me, your chance has come." The other party wiped out the wine in the quilt, and a $10 quilt was still on the table.

This attracted everyone's attention, and a $10 bill was enough to cause a small riot here.

"Come with me, Vincent." As he spoke, he walked towards the door with confidence in his eyes. He believed that Vincent would make the right choice.

When a man is at a loss, there is always something to guide them, and now the guidance belonging to Vincent is here.

The new Lincoln sedan was parked on the side of the road, and Vincent got off from it.

And his location has also changed from a chaotic area like a garbage dump to a blooming Hollywood Boulevard.

"He's very loyal, isn't he?" In the theater, Paul, who had booked the entire show, looked at the people around him.

"Yes, be loyal, never be greedy, work hard and keep your promises." The other party said very seriously, now is not the time for jokes.

It was someone he recommended to Paul, and if anything happened, he couldn't escape it either.

"Very good." If first impressions are important, Paul already has a good impression of him.

"So where is he?" Just as he was speaking, the door opened behind him, and someone walked in with Vincent.

"He's here." Pointing to Vincent who was coming, he looked like a nervous idiot.

"So... now that everyone is here, let's talk!" Looking at Vincent who was so nervous that he kept rubbing his hands, Paul wanted to change his previous opinion.

"Do you know me?" Paul asked, smoking a fat cigar.

"I don't think so, sir." Vincent did not know him, Paul's name and face had been gone for too long.

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

So, after a short ten minutes, Vincent was kicked out of the theater with his head full of mist.

And he somehow became the manager of a bar, the Banana Split Bar, which is such a bad name that it couldn't be worse.

Fortunately, he also has an 'assistant named Tommy' by his side. '

It's just that in Vincent's view, the other party is more like someone sent to monitor his work to ensure that he can get started as soon as possible without messing up everything.

The banana split bar is not in Hollywood, and no one can make trouble in Hollywood. This is a well-known rule.

Therefore, the business here naturally does not need 'manpower' to watch over.

It sits just across the street from the bar where Vincent used to work, and is also a member of the Chaos Zone.

Chaos represents profit, and the chaos here is also the result of deliberate laissez-faire.

“I think there needs to be a reform here, a big reform.” The walls are covered with graffiti and the corners are full of water stains.

The floor was potholed, worse than Papa's ranch.

The ceiling was falling off badly, the bar was broken in half, the wine rack looked like it had been hit by a car, 'This is a f*cking pile of rubbish. '

"That's your problem." Tommy stood beside him with his hands folded, with an expression of "it's none of my business".

"I hope it's the right thing to do." Vincent sighed, determined to do something big.

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