Chapter 490: Nixon's Decision

The lights in the bar are relatively dim, and the music is loud, with a strong sense of rhythm. Many people are twisting their bodies, there are cheers, whistles, and curses from time to time, one after another, and some are sitting alone at the bar Or the lonely man and widow on the chair, looking for prey with whom they can spend the long night from time to time.

Zhen Fan quickly found Maguire. Nixon, indeed, was the captain of the Coast Guard. He was staring blankly at a group of wriggling people in front of him. Even if a woman came to talk to him, he would not pay any attention to it. It was obvious that his emotions hadn't adjusted yet.

"Mr. Nixon!" When Zhen Fan walked up to him and greeted him, Nixon came back to his senses.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhen, I'm a little distracted!" Nixon hurriedly gestured for Zhen Fan to sit opposite him, and conveniently called the waitress in front who didn't know who had slapped her butt, and was still smiling charmingly at others.

"A glass of beer, what do you want? My treat!" Nixon said to Zhen Fan.

"Beer!" Zhen Fan nodded to the waitress, then said with a smile, "Why did you choose this place?"

"Only in this way can I find the real feeling. I don't even know how I got here these days!" Nixon looked at Zhen Fan and shook his head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said these things."

"No, I like to listen, if you are willing to speak!" Zhen Fan said understandingly, "If I were in your environment, I would feel the same way, I can understand!"

"Thank you, Zhen. You are a good person!" Nixon began to adjust his emotions, "I didn't want to say this at first, so as not to make you look desperate. Then I came to look for you, I believe you know what I mean , Yes, I want to follow you, no matter where I go, I used to be the first officer on a destroyer and the captain of the Coast Guard. I can sail a yacht on the sea, and I have rich sailing experience!"

"I know, that's why I strongly invite you!" Zhen Fan took a sip of beer. "But I don't want to take advantage of others. I want you to make your own decision. After all, this matter is very important to you."

Nickerson smiled: "Yes, it is very important. To be honest. I don't want to leave the army at all, even if it is the Coast Guard, I want to stay in it. You don't know a person who is used to staying in the barracks once he leaves How unaccustomed it is to be in the barracks, and I'm not even used to taking long vacations!"

"Does your wife agree with you?" Zhen Fan looked at Nixon's face and said suddenly, "You have a wife and two children, they should be six and three years old. The older one is a boy and the younger one is a girl. Is it right?"

"Have you investigated me?" Nixon opened his mouth wide in surprise, looking at Zhen Fan with a faint unhappiness in his heart.

"No, I can tell by looking at your face. This is an ancient tradition of our Chinese people called Xiangmian, so... I can know this by looking at your face!" Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders , "I hope that if you follow me, you can get your wife's consent, and I can give you an annual salary of 170,000 US dollars after tax."

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars?" Nixon was taken aback. He now knew that even the captain in Tennessee, which had the highest salary among the captains of ships on the sea, had a salary of only about ninety thousand dollars a year. Now his salary has reached 170,000 US dollars, and it is after tax.

Seeing Nixon opened his mouth, Zhen Fan smiled and said, "There is a difference between driving a yacht and other boats. I know this. I'm afraid you haven't figured out the captain of a yacht, especially a large yacht like me." , it should be a high-paying position, and you will definitely have fewer first mates, helmsmen and sailors than you in the future, but the trees will also be very impressive!"

"You really are a generous boss!" Nixon couldn't help but smile wryly.

"No, I just don't want my captain and crew to change bosses frequently. I believe that a high salary can ensure loyalty and ensure that they can work hard." Zhen Fan smiled, "That's what I think, it's very simple But the point is, are you really willing to drop everything here and follow me to Los Angeles?"

"Well, your idea is really... different!" Nixon nodded, "Yes, I'm ready. Although this place is worthy of my nostalgia, it is no longer suitable for me to live here. My wife There are also children who need a quieter environment, and they are under more pressure than I am."

"Can you tell me?"

"My kids were called cowards and traitors at school, and my wife got a lot of responsibilities from my neighbors. They didn't say it, but I knew they were under a lot of stress, even more than I was. The pressure is even greater. Of course, I am also afraid of going to the camp, I am afraid of facing those strange eyes."

Nixon said a lot in one breath, he and his family are indeed not suitable for living in Miami, although it used to be his hometown, which made him very nostalgic. But he has been ostracized.

"It's not your fault, don't pull it on your body, after a long time, people will understand. They haven't experienced all this, of course they don't know that such a result is actually... there is no way, you can't change it, But if I had come earlier, things might have turned around!" Zhen Fan sighed, raised his glass to signal Nixon, and took another sip of beer himself.

Nixon raised his wine glass, drank all the wine in the glass in one breath, and let out a long breath: "I have decided, since I have to leave, I will not miss anything, even if there are compelling reasons, I will not Will blame anyone, it's my choice, leaving will make me forget something!"

"Okay, then let's have a happy cooperation!" Zhen Fan also drank the wine in the glass in one breath, and then snapped his fingers at a waitress who was twisting her buttocks, "Two more beers!"

When he came out of the bar, Nixon was already a little drunk. Zhen Fan sent him to a taxi, and then he left alone. Nixon is a good man, and he is also an experienced soldier who loves sailing. So he didn't worry about the captain's problem anymore.

Nixon staggered back home. He fumbled in his pocket at the door but couldn't find the key, so he knocked on the door again. After a while, a pretty woman with brown hair in her thirties opened the door. Looking at the drunken Nixon, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and let Nixon enter the room.

"Why did you drink like this?" The woman said, helping Nixon to the sofa. There were two children in the living room, who were sitting on the carpet watching TV. When they saw Nixon coming home, they all looked over.

"I'm going to find a job! Beth, we're leaving here!" Nixon looked at the woman who was taking off his shoes, and said, "We're going to Los Angeles!"

"To Los Angeles?" The woman looked at Nixon in surprise. She knew that she would leave here sooner or later. This place was already a nightmare for Nixon, but she never thought it would be Los Angeles.

"Dad, is Los Angeles fun?" The six-year-old son looked at Nixon eagerly. He could feel that Nixon was not in a good mood these days, so he also behaved very well. He played with his younger brother and tried his best. It's the best thing this kid can do to keep his younger brother from making trouble and doing bad things.

"Los Angeles is very big, bigger than Miami, and there are more tall buildings there, and...we will live there, that's our new home!" Nixon laughed as he looked at his son.

"What's going on? Nick!" The woman looked at Nickerson with some concern.

"Well, Beth, I met a guy from Los Angeles, an amazing guy, anyway... he's amazing, and he's Chinese, and he bought a yacht and invited me to serve on his boat. Captain, give me an annual salary of 180,000 U.S. dollars, and it's after tax!" Nixon cleared his head and shook his head.

"What? $180,000?" The woman looked at Nixon in surprise. He knew that Nixon's salary is not high now. $150,000, even a brigadier general who has served for more than 30 years, their annual salary will not exceed $170,000. So in other words, my husband's salary is already very high.

"You...you can't make a mistake, right?" The woman looked at Nixon with some doubts. If this is the case, it might be a good thing, and if her husband retires, there will be a retirement fund that is enough for her to find a job in Los Angeles. Once the house is finished, the rest will not be a problem.

"Yeah, you heard me right, we've had enough here, and it's not fair to put you and the kids on the shoulders of what I did wrong, you know, I've long since wanted to leave here , just because I lived here for a long time, I was a bit reluctant, now... I can finally make up my mind!"

"Okay, Nick, I think as long as you make a decision, I'll be with you!" The woman leaned in Nixon's arms and held his hand tightly. During this time, she did bear a lot of burdens. This is purely a kind of mental abuse, which makes the woman's face lose a little bit of luster.

Nixon stroked her hair and closed his eyes slightly. He had already calmed down and began to think about how to be a good captain of a yacht. Yes, he was lucky to meet Zhen Fan, so he would not He will waste this kind of luck, but reward him with his excellent work.

When Zhen Fan came back from the bar, the yacht was a little quiet and there was no noise. It was strange that Lance didn't invite those beauties in bikinis to come on the yacht for a carnival today. They were all on the deck, lying on the couch or leaning against the railing, talking and chatting, and when they saw Zhen Fan coming back, they just glanced over.

"Why is there no scheduled program?" Zhen Fan said to Lance with a smile.

"I've run out of money. You know I've spent all the remuneration given to me last time, plus my salary. Zhen...can you advance my salary for a month?" Lance looked forward to it. Looking at Zhen Fan.

It turned out to be like this, Zhen Fan laughed, then ignored Lance, and said to several women: "I found the captain, and he will come tomorrow, but I still hope to go back by plane. Olivia, you contact Mr. Mikel, we will set off to go back tomorrow!" (To be continued...)