"It's a big city!"

The smooth and clean asphalt road, the beautiful cars that drove by in groups, the rows of gorgeous bungalows, and most importantly, the wives and ladies dressed up for the trip were eye-opening for Roger, who had never been to the city a few times.

He was wearing a dirty suit, which was the clothes of his deceased father that he had dug out of the box, and he was a little cramped on his body. The suit jacket could effectively hide the revolver he had stuck under his arm, so as not to frighten the noble ladies and gentlemen of the city. But then again, the girls in the city are so beautiful that Roger's eyes are running out of sight.

"Lao Tzu warns you, don't think about running away, you are Lao Tzu's cash cow, whether you can ride a beautiful girl depends on your performance. Roger admonished, taking Pemmas by the hand.

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

The porter gave him a cold look, and although Roger thought he was decent, he could not hide the vulgar tone of the hillbilly.

"Go up, Mr. Charles in room 301—and don't let your dog poop in the hallway, or I'll let you eat the and not a single scum! Dogs are worth a lot more than you in this building!" warned, the porter with a blank face.

Roger coughed dryly and led Pegasus upstairs. On the way, his eyes glanced straight at the female stenographers passing by, resisting the urge to touch their butts. He didn't understand why the current society could tolerate these beautiful girls working in the same office as the men, and even if the society could tolerate it, those men would be able to endure it.

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

"Please come in. A sweet female voice said.

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

It turned out that Office 301 was still a suite, and it was Charles's full-time secretary who worked outside. She wore a standard suit with a skirt 6 inches off the floor, and her stockings rolled up to her calves, revealing her slick and glamorous knees that were almost tempting to sin. Before Roger came in, she was reading a New Yorker magazine when the page stopped at a fashion column signed "Lipstick" — teaching you how to live a profligate nightlife.

Roger took off his hat like a gentleman and smacked up, "Beauty, just call me Roger—hey! I have a proposal, do you have time tonight? I want to eat you can eat?"

The secretary kept a polite but rejecting smile from a distance of thousands of miles, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leslie, I have an appointment for the evening." ”

What a disappointment!

Roger muttered inwardly and pushed open the inner door.

The décor of this office is very luxurious, and it is as spacious as a palace. Cashmere carpets from Turkey absorb footsteps, grand desks with brass corners, and large paintings of the company's founders hang on the walls.

Charles was talking to another man, in a very polite and polite tone, completely different from when he spoke to Roger yesterday.

"Good day, Mr. Charles. Roger said respectfully, "I'm coming." ”

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

At this point, both Flying Mars and Roger noticed another dog in the office, squatting in a high-backed chair in front of a table covered with white napkins, and a man dressed as a chef placed fragrant grilled steaks from the dining cart.

"Please take your time, sir. The chef said respectfully, bowing his head and pushing the cart out of the room, talking like a dog.

In addition to the steaks, there is a glass of wine as amber on the table, a fragrant rose in a porcelain vase from China, and silver cutlery Robbe_Berking by the maker neatly arranged on either side of the plate.

The dog-like Demu glanced arrogantly at Roger and Pegas, then buried his head in the plate, ignoring the silver cutlery and nibbling on the steak in his mouth.

Pegasus stared blankly at the extravagant kind, while Roger salivated over the wine.

Charles glared at Roger warningly, "Our big stars like to have two drinks, and you don't see anything, understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand. Rest assured, sir. Roger swallowed.

He knew that Charles wouldn't let him publicize the wine, after all, even he, a hillbilly, knew that the "Prohibition" enacted by Congress had thrown hundreds of thousands of people in prison. He knew that the dog was famous, but he didn't expect it to be so satisfying for a senior executive like Charles to risk breaking the law......

The porter told him that people in this building were inferior to dogs, and he at first thought it was a joke or sarcasm, but he never expected it to be true. That being said, if Pegasus shit in the hallway, there's a real chance he'll be forced to swallow shit......

The man named Duncan, who was well-proportioned and handsome, paced leisurely in front of Pegasus with a lit pipe, looked at it with contempt, and said, "This is the dog named 13? Well, Mr. Charles, you are right, this dog is fucking like! But it's just like it, how can it compare to my dog?"

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

The two tacitly looked at each other and smiled.

Only Roger listened with a confused expression, not knowing that they were referring to the foul-tempered dog at the dinner table biting Jack Warner. Despite the bite, the boss still wants to give the dog up like an ancestor, who let it save the company from the brink of bankruptcy.

It was only at this point that Duncan looked at Roger nonchalantly and asked casually, "You are the master of 13?"

"Yes, sir, my name is Roger, Roger Leslie, and I am willing to serve you. Roger bent humbly.

Duncan poked his finger in his chest and said word by word, "I don't care what your name is, it's all because of this dog that you're standing here." The only thing you and your dog have to do is to appear in some dangerous scenes in place of my dog. Besides, you'd better keep my mouth shut and don't talk about it, and if I hear rumors behind my back that those well-known thrilling scenes weren't played by my dog, you'll wait to receive a summons from the court!"

Roger was poked and pushed back. He was furious, he ran rampant in the countryside with a fast gun, how could he have 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." ”

"This ...... What is this?" Roger was basically half-illiterate, and the paper was densely packed with words, and many words he didn't recognize, making it laborious to read.

"Non-disclosure agreement. "As Mr. Duncan said, we are all civilized people, and we have to use legal documents to make sure that you don't say something you shouldn't say." If you are not sure, you can ask a lawyer to help you decide. ”

Roger, of course, couldn't afford a lawyer, and he hesitated to sign the document. Obviously, if he doesn't sign, he's going to get out, after all, Charles only wants to get 13.

Charles smiled and said, "Is Mr. Leslie right?13 is very good, but the stand-in is just a stand-in after all, you better treat it as an indispensable role, and you are not." You must know that yesterday I collected a few more dogs from other places, and now our big star has 18 stand-in dogs, one more is not more, and one less is not less. If you don't want to sign it, return the check and get away with your dog!"

Roger's face was blue and white for a while, yesterday's check had been paid off for gambling debts, and the rest of the money was used to find two country girls to be merry and happy, and today he has returned to the state of a penniless poor ghost again, what to take to pay the check?

"All right, sir, I'll just sign it. If you want me to say, there is no need for this between us, I am a tight-lipped guy, and since I was a child, even if I put a gun to my head, I would not say it. He muttered, staggering his name on the non-disclosure agreement.

As they talked, Pemmas kept staring at the German Pastor who was enjoying the delicious steak at the table, its belly was round, but it was still eating, and from time to time it stuck out its tongue and rolled it into its mouth.

This German pastor is very similar to Feimas in terms of coat color and body shape, and it is almost impossible to distinguish each other if they stand together.

Pemmas's heart was filled with grief, and it was vaguely aware of something, but refused to think about it further.

It's all a lie, it's all a lie!

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

Let me go, let me get out of this world, I've had enough!

This world is so lonely, there is no sea of stars, no old tea, and there is not even a friend who can listen to it pour out the bitterness in his chest.

Feimasi's heart was split in half, it didn't want to know who it was, it just wanted to go back to the VIP room of the Marina Liujin Cinema, watch the second half with everyone, and then return to the pet store to sleep beautifully, forget everything, and wake up quietly lying in the corner, watching Xinghai sell cuteness, watching Fina nap, watching Snow Lion commit nymphomaniac, watching Richard make a cheap, watching Lao Cha taste tea......

Most importantly, it wants to hear Zhang Zi'an say it again - Pegas, today you are the protagonist.

It wants to be the protagonist, even if it's just for a day.