A day ago, Los Angeles, Red Rose Motel---

"Fuck off, you damn bitch! Poor devil! Bad luck! Disgusting Texan!" the fat innkeeper threw the suitcase out without mercy.

The suitcase smashed to the ground and opened, and the mess was scattered all over the floor, faded suits, top hats, handkerchiefs, and the book "How to Run a Supermarket--- which was very old and had obviously been read many times.

As the suitcase was thrown out by the innkeeper, he was followed by a tall, pale young man with blue eyes--- a tall nose, deep eye sockets, broad shoulders characteristic of Texans, and reddish-brown hair.

"Fuck off, you damn bitch! I don't want you to owe me rent--- don't let me see you again, or I'll get you to the police! Damn liar! Damn thief!" the innkeeper looked angry. Also, anyone who is played around, let people eat and drink here for nothing for more than a month, and do not receive a penny, and still put a few hundred dollars in it, will be so angry.

Hey, God, who made himself kind-hearted, who made his ears soft, and listened to his rumors, he said that he was a young master in distress, a down-and-out son, and he actually believed it.

The burly young man, however, stooped down with great gentleness to pick up the politeness, flicked the dust off it, put it on his head, and then turned around, and said politely to the angry innkeeper, "Thank you, dear Monsieur Henry, for your generosity and selflessness--- and though you do not want to see me again, I will remember you for the rest of my life, yes, you are a good man!"

What could the innkeeper say, he had no choice but to walk back to the hotel and slam the door behind such a cheeky fellow.

When the burly young man saw that he had closed the door, he crouched down to pick up the clothes that had fallen on the ground.

Beside him, a gypsy woman dressed in fancy clothes and smoking a cigarette leaned on a trailer printed with the words "Tarot" fortune telling, leaned at him, spat out a puff of cigarette at him, and laughed: "What's the matter, Jack, you've been kicked out again? Do you want to go into my trailer for the night, and I won't charge you for the night...... I don't have any guests today anyway, oh god god, all those superstitious tarot fortune tellers are dead. ”

"No, dear Martha, I can't stand your bed--- I heard that no one who spends the night with you will not come out the next day without leaning against the wall. The burly young man named "Jack" said with a smile. "So many people say that you are a gypsy vixen, good at knocking on bones and sucking the marrow---!"

"Giggle!" Martha laughed, her laughter trembling and her chest trembling up and down. "I'm glad to hear such compliments from you, dear Jack. Everybody knows, you want to be successful, you want not to be looked down upon, but you lack money, and you lack luck, but maybe I can help you---"

"Can you help me, God, are you joking?" Jack looked at Martha helplessly and shook his head.

"Don't you believe it, look, what kind of --- is this?" As he spoke, he saw the gypsy woman Martha take out an invitation from her body, shook it in front of Jack, and said, "This is what a fat guest as a pig forgot to me yesterday, it is an invitation, do you know what is written on it?"

Jack didn't seem interested.

Martha was excited, "It says invite the largest home appliance dealer in Los Angeles to participate in a magical VCD sample meeting--- do you know what a VCD is? Martha deliberately teased in front of Jack.

Sure enough, as soon as Jack heard this, he was immediately intrigued.

As one aspiring to be the greatest supermarket and department store tycoon in the United States, Jack has a keen interest in any new electrical product, because in his opinion, the more innovative the product, the infinite business opportunities.

Seeing that Jack was attracted by his words, Martha inevitably showed a smug face and said with a smile: "No matter what the hell this VCD is, one thing I can be sure of is that this is definitely a unique large-scale sample exhibition." You see, the invitees are all famous agents in Los Angeles, these are not ordinary people, not to mention that there is a benefit note here--- all VIPs who attend the briefing with a letter can get a free ticket to Mike Jackson's concert! God, I love Mike to death, he is my idol, and even more my god!"

"Well, dear Martha, you say, what do you want me to do before you give me this invitation?"

"Hee-hee, it's very simple, you go to the sample exhibition, and I get that ticket to Mike's concert--- you and me, each takes what he needs!"

Jack smiled, stretched out his hand to Martha, and said, "Deal!"

......

Hilton Hotel, 5th Floor Conference Room ---

"Oh God, dear, you're here too?"

"yes, I'm here to see, well, how to put it, purely as a tourist!"

"Me too. At the door, two acquaintance home appliance agents, one fat and one thin, chatted together.

"Have you heard of that Song Zhichao?" asked the fat agent.

"An unknown person--- here the ghost knows him. The skinny agent rolled his eyes.

"You're right, we're not here to save face, we're here to eat, drink, and get free tickets. ”

"Mike's ticket?"

"Of course!"

"Haha, so do I. If it weren't for that ticket, the ghost would have come to support his press conference. ”

The two guys laughed unscrupulously, and the people next to them laughed heartily when they heard it. They are also home appliance agents invited by Song Zhichao from all over Los Angeles.

For them, this damn "Vanke VCD briefing" doesn't mean anything at all, their purpose is to come here to eat and drink for nothing, and finally get that damn, precious Mike concert tickets.

Seeing that none of these people had any respect for the meeting, Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, who were arranged by Song Zhichao to take care of the order of the venue, really wanted to press these people to the ground and beat them hard. However, Song Zhichao has instructed to treat everyone with the brightest smile.

If there is an exception in this gang that makes them think about K when they see it, the conclusion is that there is an agent named Jack among them--- who is very educated and polite, and is not as high-minded as other agents.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong liked this young man with reddish-brown hair, at least compared to the others, this is a very sincere young man who came to participate in the VCD sample briefing.

Slowly, the invited guests are almost there, and the time for the product launch is almost up.

Just as Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong were about to close the table in the welcome area of the conference room, they saw a group of people coming.

Looking at it, it is not Hun Sen, the Hongmen boss of Chinatown, who else will it be.

Hun Sen was wearing a Tang costume, with soft-soled cotton shoes under his feet, and black satin clothes, which looked particularly vigorous, especially when he was playing with two iron balls in his left hand, making a clattering sound, which seemed to be not good.

Surrounded by Hun Sen are two men, one is Hong Ying, whom Song Zhichao already knew before, and the other is a gentleman, John Hong, Hun Sen's only son.

If it is said that Hun Sen's father and son come forward this time, what surprised Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong was that they were accompanied by a girl, fourteen or fifteen years old, who was super beautiful--- at least Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong had never seen such a beautiful girl.

"Master Hong, why did you come here?"

"Master Hong, it seems that your old man doesn't have an invitation!"

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong hurriedly stopped the gang.

"Hahaha!" Hun Sen burst out laughing, and the iron ball in his hand crackled. "What's the matter, I can't come without inviting me?"

Niu Xiong: "......"

Jin Jiu: "We don't mean that--- your old man is highly respected, of course we welcome you to come here, but it's just ---"

"What's the matter, but I didn't inform you, so can I tell you now?" Hun Sen asked, squinting his eyes.

At this time, Hong Ying stood up, pointed at Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong's nose and said: "You don't have long eyes, what kind of person is Hong Ye, who can come here to cheer you on, you should be grateful to Lingcai, and dare to stop it?"

John Hong also stood up, and his tone was more tactful, "It may be a bit hasty to come over without advance notice this time, why don't you ask Boss Song and see how he decides?"

"What else do you need to decide?" Of course, it's welcome!" Suddenly, a voice said clearly, "I originally intended to invite Hong Ye, but I was afraid that he would be busy with old people's affairs, so I didn't bother, but now that Hong Ye is here in person, of course I am welcome!" With the sound of speaking, tonight's protagonist Song Zhichao stood up.