Chapter 505 Facing the Demons

"It really deserves to be a big city!"

The smooth and clean asphalt road, the beautiful cars passing by in groups, the row upon row of gorgeous bungalows, and the most important thing is the ladies and ladies dressed up to travel, which opened the eyes of Roger, who has never been to the city a few times.

He was wearing a dirty suit, which was the clothes of his deceased father that he dug out from the box, and it was a bit awkward to wear on him. The suit jacket can effectively hide the revolver he has stuck in his armpit, so as not to frighten the noble ladies and gentlemen in the city. But then again, the girls in town are so pretty, Roger's eyes are almost gone.

"I warn you, don't think about running away. You are my cash cow. Whether you can ride a pretty girl depends on your performance." Roger warned, leading Femas.

He stood at the door of the studio, straightened his crumpled bow tie, and said to the concierge in the most polite tone he could: "Hi, hello! I'm Roger, Roger Leslie, From Leslie Farm, I have an appointment with Mr Charles."

The porter gave him a cold look, and although Roger thought he was decent, he still couldn't hide the vulgar tone of a country bumpkin.

"Go up, Mr. Charles is in room 301 - and don't let your dog shit in the hallway, or I'll let you eat it, and there's nothing left! In this building, dogs are more Your value is much higher!" The porter warned blankly.

Roger gave a dry cough, and led Phimus up the stairs. On the way, his eyes went straight to the female stenographers who passed by, resisting the urge to touch their buttocks. He doesn't understand why the current society can tolerate these beautiful girls working in the same office as men. Even if the society can tolerate it, those men can also bear it? It must not be a man who can bear it.

He stood in front of office 301 and knocked heavily on the door three times.

"Come in," said a sweet female voice.

Roger pushed open the door as if hooked, and saw a beautiful blonde sitting behind a desk, and smiled at him: "Is that Mr. Leslie? Mr. Charles is waiting for you inside .”

It turned out that office 301 was still a suite, and it was Charles' full-time secretary who worked outside. She was wearing a standard suit with a skirt that was 6 inches off the ground, and her stockings were rolled up to her calves, revealing her smooth, charming, almost criminal knees. Before Roger came in, she was reading a New Yorker magazine, and the page stopped at a fashion column written by "Lipstick"-Teaching you how to live a wild night life.

Roger took off his hat like a gentleman, and said shyly, "Beauty, just call me Roger—Hi! I have a proposal, are you free tonight? I want to eat you, can I?"

The secretary maintained a polite yet repulsive smile,

"I'm sorry, Mr. Leslie, but I have an appointment for the evening."

What a disappointment!

Roger muttered inwardly, and pushed open the inner door.

The decoration of this office is very luxurious, as spacious as a palace. A cashmere rug from Turkey perfectly absorbs the sound of footsteps, an imposing desk has brass corners, and a large oil painting of the company founder hangs on the wall.

Charles was talking to another man, and his tone was very polite and polite, which was completely different from his conversation with Roger yesterday.

"Good day, Mr. Charles," said Roger respectfully, "here I come."

Charles glanced back at Femas, ignored Roger, and said to another person: "Mr. Duncan, look at this dog, is it very similar to your dog?"

At this moment, both Femas and Roger noticed that there was another dog in the office. This dog was squatting on a high-backed chair. Put the fragrant grilled steak on the table.

"Please take it easy, sir." The chef said respectfully, bowed his head and pushed the dining car out of the room, and what he was talking to was just a dog.

In addition to the steak, there is also a glass of amber-colored mellow wine on the table, a fragrant rose in a porcelain vase from China, and silver tableware from the manufacturer Robbe_Berking neatly placed on both sides of the dinner plate.

The dog-like German Shepherd glanced arrogantly at Roger and Famus, then buried his head in the dinner plate, ignoring the shiny silver tableware, and gnawed on the steak directly.

Phymes stared blankly at this kind of extravagant thing, while Roger salivated at the wine.

Charles gave Roger a warning look, "Our big star likes to have a drink or two, and you didn't see anything, understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand. Don't worry, sir." Roger swallowed.

He knew that Charles didn't want him to spread the word about wine. After all, even he, a country bumpkin, knew that the "Prohibition" enacted by Congress had put hundreds of thousands of people in jail. He knew that this dog was very famous, but he didn't expect that a senior executive like Charles would risk breaking the law to satisfy his appetite...

The concierge told him that people are worse than dogs in this building. At first he thought it was a joke or sarcasm, but he never thought it was true. With that said, if Phemaus is shitting in the hallways, there's a real chance he'll be forced to swallow shit...

The man named Duncan was well-proportioned and handsome. Holding a lighted pipe, he walked leisurely in front of Femas, looked at him with contempt, and said, "This is the dog named 13? Well, Charles Sir, you are right, this dog is really damn like! But it is only like, how can it compare with my dog?"

Charles quipped: "I hope so, otherwise Jack's leg is going to hurt again."

The two looked at each other tacitly and smiled.

Only Roger was dumbfounded. He didn't know that they were referring to the incident of the bad-tempered dog at the dinner table biting Jack Warner. Even though he was bitten, the boss still wants to confess the dog like his ancestor. Who let it save the company from the brink of bankruptcy.

Until then, Duncan looked at Roger casually, and asked casually, "Are you the owner of 13?"

"Yes, sir, my name is Roger, Roger Leslie, and I am at your service." Roger bowed humbly.

Duncan poked his chest with his finger and said word by word: "I don't care what your name is, it's all because of this dog that you can stand here. The only thing you and your dog have to do is to replace My dog ​​was in some dangerous scenes. Also, you better keep your mouth shut and don't talk about it, if I hear someone gossip behind my back that those famous and dangerous scenes weren't me The dog acted, you just wait to receive the summons from the court!"

Roger was jerked back again and again. He was furious, and he ran amok in the countryside with a quick gun. He had never suffered such humiliation, but for the sake of money, he dared not speak out.

Charles handed over a piece of paper, patted him on the shoulder, and said lightly, "Sign this."

"What... what is this?" Roger was basically half illiterate. The paper was densely packed with words, and he didn't know many words, so it was very difficult to read.

"Confidentiality agreement." Charles said, "As Mr. Duncan said, we are all civilized people, and we must use legal documents to ensure that you will not say something that should not be said. If you are worried, you can hire a lawyer to help you decide."

Of course Roger couldn't afford a lawyer, and he was hesitant to sign the document. Obviously, if he doesn't sign him, he will go out. After all, Charles only wants to get 13.

Charles smiled slightly and said, "Is Mr. Leslie right? 13 is excellent, but a stand-in is just a stand-in after all. You'd better treat it as an indispensable role, and neither do you. You know, I searched for it from other places yesterday. Here are some dogs, now our big star has 18 stand-in dogs, one more is not more, one less is not much. If you don’t want to sign, return the check, and take your dog away!”

Roger's face turned blue and white, yesterday's check had been paid off by him for gambling debts, and the rest of the money was spent to find two country girls to have a good time, and today he has returned to the state of penniless poor ghost again , What can I pay the check for?

"Okay, sir, I'll just sign. If you want me to say, there is no need for this between us. I am a tight-lipped guy. I have been a tight-lipped guy since I was a child. Even if I put a gun to my head, I will not say it." He Mumbling, he crookedly signed his name on the non-disclosure agreement.

During their conversation, Femas kept staring at the German Shepherd who was enjoying the delicious steak on the table. Its belly was already full, but it was still eating, sticking out its tongue from time to time in the wine glass. Roll, roll the wine into your mouth.

This German shepherd is very similar to Femas in terms of coat color and body shape, and it is almost indistinguishable if they stand together.

Fei Max's heart was full of sorrow, it had vaguely realized something, but refused to think about it further.

It's all a lie, all of it!

It used to think it was it, but it wasn't.

Get me out, get me out of this world, I've had enough!

This world is so lonely, there is no Xinghai, no old tea, not even a friend who can listen to it talk about the distress in its chest.

Femas's heart was split in two, it didn't want to know who it was anymore, it just wanted to go back to the VIP room of Binhai Liujin Cinema, watch the second half with everyone, and then go back to the pet shop to sleep beautifully, put Forget everything, lie quietly in the corner after waking up, watching Xinghai show cuteness, watch Fina dozing off, watch Snow Lion go crazy, watch Richard goofy, watch old tea drinking tea...

Most importantly, it wants to hear Zhang Zian say it again - Femas, today you are the protagonist.

It wants to be the protagonist, if only for a day.