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

Only the wife's mother was smashing the couch, snoring and the radio rattling.

"Where's Candy?" wakes up his mother-in-law, who has actually guessed something: "Hamand, or that 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 this week that she was not at home.

At a billiard bar on the street, Vincent successfully found his wife, Cante.

She's playing ball with a couple of men who look like gang members, and Vincent isn't in the mood to make a big fuss with her here.

"Canty, 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. Canty gestured to the bar.

A dark green crop top with only a few strings on the chest that 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 the other people at the pool stopped and fixed their eyes on them.

The lady said she still hadn't finished her drink. The bastard, dressed in a floral shirt, jeans, and a cigarette in his mouth, stepped forward and said.

"Listen, I don't want to get in trouble, I'm just going to bring my wife home. Vincent raised his hands to show that he didn't want to get into trouble.

"But she still has wine, and we still have two balls that we haven't hit!" the other man shook the pool cue in his hand and looked at him with disdain.

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

Turning to leave, Vincent, who returned home, did not hesitate to pack up his salutes and chose to leave home to live in another corner of the city.

He's fed up with this feeling, and he's fed up with having to do 7 different jobs all the time, 7 days a week to earn money to support the whole family.

Now, it's all over, it's just yourself.

Vincent decided to stop taking care of the job near his home, but to find a new job here and start a new life.

It's still Los Angeles, but it's also a sign of his determination.

With a wealth of work experience, Vincent easily found a job as a bartender.

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

The streets are lined with empty old houses where no one will live or linger, rife with violence, women, gangsters, and chaos.

That's fine for Vincent, he's used to it, he's grown up in it.

So he adapts very quickly, he's a jerk and should live here.

It's just that, on his third day on the job, a different guest came to the bar, and he looked different from everyone else.

Wearing a high-end designer suit, shiny hair, and a valuable Swiss watch, he is a rich man who should not be here.

"Give me a whiskey, I want the best goods. The other sat down at the bar and beckoned to Vincent.

Placing the glass in front of him, Vincent removed the fine Scotch whisky from the shelf.

It is a rare and good commodity, and it is even more scarce during the war, it is rare and equally expensive.

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

"Vincent. His name was called, much to Vincent's surprise.

In fact, he was pretty sure he didn't know the other person, especially when the other person was a well-dressed guy.

"Are you?" Vincent looked at the other curiously.

"Someone wants to see you, trust me, your chance has come. The other party drained the wine in the quilt, and a 10-dollar knife quilt was still on the table.

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

"Come with me, Vincent. As he spoke, he walked out the door, his eyes full of confidence, and he was confident that Vincent would make the right choice.

When a man is confused, there must always be something to guide them, and now it belongs to Vincent.

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

And his location has changed from a garbage heap to a flowery Hollywood Boulevard.

"He's loyal, isn't he?" said Paul, who had taken care of the whole show, in the theater, looking at the people around him.

"Yes, loyalty, never greed, hard work and keeping promises. "The other party is very serious, now is not the time for jokes.

He was the one he recommended to Paul, and if something happened, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"Good. If first impressions matter, Paul already has a good impression of him.

"And where is he?" said as the door behind him opened, and someone walked in with Vincent.

"Here he comes. Pointing at Vincent, he looked like a nervous idiot.

"So... Now that we're all here, let's talk!" Looking at Vincent, who was so nervous that he kept rubbing his hands, Paul was a little tempted to change his previous opinion.

"Do you know me?" asked Paul, sucking a thick cigar.

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

"My name is Paul, and I'm a guy who wants to give you a job. Paul was not a willing listener, and he wanted to see the other person in action more than he wanted to.

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

And he somehow became the manager of a bar, Banana Boat Bar, which couldn't be worse than a bad name.

Luckily, he also has an assistant named Tommy by his side. ’

It's just that in Vincent's opinion, the other party is more like the person sent to spy on his work, to make sure that he can get started as soon as possible and not mess up everything.

Banana Boat Bar is not in Hollywood, and no one can make trouble in Hollywood, which is a well-known rule.

Therefore, the business here naturally does not need to be watched by 'manpower'.

It's located just behind the bar where Vincent used to work, across the street, and is also a member of the Chaos Zone.

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

"I think there's a need for a reform, a big overhaul here. "The walls are covered with graffiti and the corners are full of water stains.

The floor is potholed, worse than Daddy's ranch.

The ceiling was falling off, the bar was half shattered, the wine rack was like it had been hit by a car, and it was a pile of rubbish. ’

"That's your problem. Tommy stood next to him with his hands folded, with a 'none of my business' expression.

"Hopefully it's the right thing to do. Vincent sighed, determined to make a big move.

Now he has no better choice, unless he is willing to be a bartender for the rest of his life, living in a single room in a hotel that is not much better than a kennel.