LA, into the night.

After lying down for another afternoon, Xia Lu finally felt better, so she had the strength to get up, took the stack of dollars on the bedside table and counted it silently, and then threw it out and screamed: "It's only 30,000, what do you think of the old lady?"

In fact, $30,000 in cash is a lot, at least compared to models like Xia Lu, who have just stepped into the front line in the modeling industry but have not yet become a top supermodel, their annual income is really not high.

Far from it, take Yang Tang's previous life in 2016 as an example, the top ten top supermodels in the global model industry in terms of income, except for the first Ji Niangniang's annual income of more than 30 million US dollars, the annual income of the second to fifth supermodels is about 10 million US dollars, and the average annual income of the sixth to tenth is only 7 million.

This is still the highest-paid group of people in the global modeling industry, equivalent to the supergiants among NBA stars, that is, players in the class of Duncan, Kobe, and James (at that time, the annual income was about 20 million, which was the highest salary), and the NBA relied on strength after all, like the slightly weaker Michael Reed and Yao Ming can also get an annual salary of about 15 million, and then it is a full middle class, with an annual income of 89 million 78 million players. But even if you add up these three players, they account for less than a quarter of the total number of players in the NBA, and half of the remaining players are mini-middle class or million-dollar annual salaries, and the rest can only get a base salary.

And the modeling industry is even more deformed, in addition to the group of supermodels with ridiculously high exposure, there are about 40 sub-supermodels who are slightly worse than the top 10 supermodels, that is, there are about 40 sub-supermodels with an annual income of millions of dollars but not enough for the top ten, and the annual income of first-line models is basically between 300,000 (US dollars) and 800,000 yuan.

Xia Lu belongs to this group of models, she began to emerge in the second half of last year, and her pre-tax income for half a year was about 190,000 US dollars, you know, she worked hard in the first half of last year and earned less than 50,000 US dollars.

Therefore, the 30,000 cash left by Yang Tang is really not a small amount, but Xia Lu is angry, so she can only drop things to vent, and at the same time she is also afraid, she has done that with a strange man like Yang Tang and there are no safety measures at all, what if she gets sick? She doesn't want to die yet! But the problem is that now that the matter has become an established fact, she can only accept it and face it bravely, there is no other way.

"I must find him and hang him with my own hands, bastard!" Xia Lu scolded and picked up the hotel's internal phone, but when the female voice of the receptionist came from there, she directly reported the room number: "Order!" and then a series of dish names, "When the old lady is full, find a way to check the accommodation registration of this hotel, that bastard man doesn't want to run away!"

As a result, an hour later, Xia Lu began to feel sorry for herself again: "Ah~~ So many dishes, and meat, I actually finished eating!?So what about my body?It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...... Blame that bastard, I'm going to kill you!, and those three sluts who dare to drugged me with wine, I'll let you feed the sharks. By the end of the story, she was almost nervous.

At the same time, Washington DC, late at night.

"Well, this is the address on your note. Yang Tang pointed to a small bar at ten o'clock.

"Thank you, senior, why don't I treat you to a drink?" said Gachai, gesturing to the bar.

Yang Tang looked at the bar where it was so cold at the door that there were only two or three kittens squatting there to smoke, and pouted: "Forget it, I have a ......" Before the words were finished, there was a red prompt from the Bluetooth headset, and Lei Tiandong's subordinates dialed the virtual number, but hung up with only one sentence.

[What's that?]

The red queen replied: "The other party's original words are that tomorrow morning at 8:47 in the 37th West Kebei Street, etc., the pick-up interval is thirteen minutes, and someone will take half of the Franklin (see 388 for details) joint!"

[37 Sickebe Street?]

"It's down this street, next door to the bar you were referring to, there's a restaurant!"

[What a coincidence!]

"Hey, senior, please come in with me for a drink!" Guess invited again.

Yang Tang, who was in a trance, said: "Look at you so sincere, okay, have a drink, if it is more than one glass, change my invitation, how about it?"

"Senior, you're too polite!"

"By the way, you look like you've come to this bar, HY?"

Gachai smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when you go in, senior!"

So the two of them went to the door of the bar together.

A few people who were leaning, leaning or squatting and smoking saw someone coming, and all of them stood up straight all of a sudden, and they all subconsciously lifted their belts. Yang Tang could see clearly, these ghosts had pistols on their waists, and they were obviously not good stubble.

"What for?"

"Claim the prize...", Gachai replied unhurriedly, and at the same time rolled up his sleeves to reveal a string of skull chains on his left wrist, showing them to the other party.

The smoker at the head looked at the skull chain carefully, and then waved his big hand, "Come in!" As he spoke, the people behind him fanned out.

Seeing this scene, Yang Tang raised his eyebrows, and was about to say something, but Guess reminded first: "Senior, they are not trying to disadvantage us, but to search our bodies, and we are not allowed to bring weapons and recording equipment here." ”

Yang Tang suddenly learned to let the other party search for it.

Seeing that there was nothing, the smoker led by him opened his mouth again: "It's okay, but I still have to reiterate, don't make trouble here, friction and provocation in private, please go to the back alley to solve it!"

After Gachai nodded his head to show that he understood, the other party let the door open and let him go.

After entering the door, through a section of road that is not short but dark and crooked, you will arrive at a screen wall that is half a meter empty below and two meters high, and there is music and noise behind the wall, which is not too noisy, at least Yang Tang can barely accept it.

Bypass the screen wall on the left and right, it's the bar hall, there are really a lot of people in it, the lights are a little dim, there are foreign girls dancing striptease on the platform in the southeast corner, looking at the complexion of a Hispanic, turn around twice and throw away a piece of clothing, twist your ass and throw away another piece, but don't take off into underwear quickly, but wait rhythmically for the cheap men in the audience to throw money up.

"Senior, this way!"

At the beckoning of Guess, Yang Tang followed him to a table in the corner and sat down, asked for two beers and drank them slowly. But with every sip he glances at the time, as if waiting for something.

Noticing that Yang Tang was watching him, Gachai took the initiative to say, "It's the first time for my predecessor to come to this kind of place, right?"

I have to admit that this Thai named Gachai is quite knowledgeable, and he reported his name early in front of Yang Tang, and Yang Tang didn't introduce himself, and he didn't ask much, only called the "senior" in the language.

"Well, I don't come often, mainly because I think this kind of place is boring. Yang Tang said.

"If it's just a simple bar, it's boring, but it's different here, especially the midnight ......," he said, and Guess looked at the time again, "It's just now, it's still an hour." ”

"What hour?" Yang Tang said puzzled.

"Earn tickets to the midnight show?"

"Earn tickets?" Yang Tang was still puzzled.

Gachai kept looking at the northwest corner of the bar, heard Yang Tang's question, thought about it, and said: "It's very troublesome to explain, the seniors are newcomers, wait a minute, follow me through the process, and you will understand everything." ”

"Oh, good!"

At this time, Yang Tang found that at least one-third of the men in the bar hall had gathered towards the small bar in the northwest corner. He was about to ask what the reason was, but Gachai also stood up, tilted his head and said, "Let's go too, senior!"

So, Yang Tang followed behind Guess and asked, "What's the matter?"

Maybe it was because the surrounding sounds were noisy, so Gachai didn't turn around to answer his question for a long time, but a strong Latino man gathered over there next to Yang Tang said, "It's nothing, the show is about to begin!"

"What's the show?" Yang Tang asked.

The Latina strong man stretched out his hands at him and said, "Give me five hundred, I will answer ......" Before he finished speaking, Yang Tang saw a man in a suit jump up at the small bar over there.

The man in the suit took the microphone and shouted: "Today's percussion game is limited to two times per person, five hundred dollars each time!" The words fell, the partition wall next to the small bar slid open, and a fist testing machine was pushed out, "In addition, poor guys who didn't get tickets to the midnight show before today, you can also participate in the game of betting on small prizes to get tickets, today's betting game is a wrist wrench, both sides bet $1,000 each, the loser is clean and slippery, the winner returns the deposit, and you can also get a ticket and a small prize." As soon as these words came out, whistles suddenly broke out all around, and the scene was extremely noisy.

The Hispanic strong man beside Yang Tang muttered: "It seems that five hundred yuan can't be collected...... Hey, you, what about you!" He touched Yang Tang with his elbow, "What do you think of these two games?"

Yang Tang looked at the Hispanic strong man with a cautious gaze and shook his head slightly.

The Hispanic strong man suddenly reacted to something, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said, "Meet me, my name is Bass, B, what about you?"

"Kim. Yang Tang casually recited a foreign name.

Hispanic Buzz was stunned, "How do you spell it?"

"K-I-N-G (Gold)!" Yang Tang said impatiently.

"Aha, it's the king, disrespectful!" said Bass.

When Yang Tang saw his gesture, he wanted to ask, "Do you know Chinese etiquette", but he couldn't help it, just pretended to hesitate, learned to arch his hand, and said, "What are you...... Chinese etiquette?"

Bas laughed and said: "A little bit, it is commonly used, this is also determined by the nature of our work, and we may deal with rich people from all over the world at any time." ”

Yang Tang was secretly surprised when he heard this, and wanted to ask more, "What is the nature of the work", but he never dared to ask. But soon he knew that the men who came here to participate in the midnight party, and dared to participate in the midnight party, turned out to be mercenaries from major companies or various lines.

[No wonder Buzz would say he's B, isn't B Blackater?]

At this time, there are already people over there who are already participating in the strike game.

From a distance, Yang Tang saw that all the mercenaries who participated in the boxing game would directly hand over a thousand US dollars, and none of them would only pay 500 US dollars.

At first, he thought it was very strange, and after watching two rounds, he found that the boxing tester here is very different from other places, it does not have a specific digital display, only two red and green lights, that is, a punch is hit, how many kilograms of boxing power is there, the tester will not give an answer, it will only light up the red light or green light, if the red light is on, it means that the punch power of the beater is insufficient, and he can't get a ticket, five hundred dollars is equivalent to a water drift, on the contrary, if the green light is on, although he can't get the money back, but he can get a midnight ticket, which is also considered to be satisfying his wish。

It's just that Yang Tang doesn't understand, what is so good about this midnight ticket, but so many mercenaries are fighting for it at the scene, including Gachai, who is not like a mercenary, is also fighting, everyone is not stupid, which shows that the ticket has its own mysteries.

"Hey, King, are you going to play any game?" asked Buss.

Yang Tang said: "I will participate in both, okay?"

"Of course you can, but those guys are not weak when you break your wrists, you are an Asian, you are naturally weak in terms of strength, why should you compete with those guys who only know how to use brute force?"

After listening to Bass's persuasion, Yang Tang couldn't help but look him up and down, and chuckled: "Then you have this tendon meat, will you also give up participating in wrist wrenching?"

"Of course not, I'm about to go up and kill all sides!" exclaimed Bass.

"Then I'll see. ”

Although there are many people in the queue on the side of the fist tester, they move very quickly, most of them prepare the money before they go up, and hand over the money when it is their turn, first test a punch on the tester, and then the second punch goes all out, two blows, as long as there is a green light on once, you can get a ticket, but it is simply convenient, and after a while, it is the turn of Gachai.

Also paid $1,000 to the waitress who was in charge of the charge, Gachai stood in front of the tester and let out a long sigh and punched with his usual strength, but the tester immediately lit up with a red light, which was obviously unqualified. As a result, he threw another punch with all his might, and the tester was still red.

For such a result, Gachai's eyes widened, and he had an expression of disbelief: "This—this is impossible...... How can my fist power be unqualified?"

Seeing this, Yang Tang was about to go up and persuade him, but he didn't expect a few white strong men who looked like bar guards to rush over, and he pressed Guessa to the floor with three strokes and five divisions, making him unable to move.

Several white security guards were about to take the Guessie to the back alley, but Yang Tang stopped: "I'm sorry, he's my friend, you can hand him over to me, I promise this guy won't make the same mistake again." ”

"Are you sure you can stop him?" the white security guard led by the leader obviously distrusted Yang Tang.

"Of course!" Yang Tang spoke, came to the tester, took out five hundred yuan and handed it to the waitress who collected the money, "My friend just didn't get a ticket for the midnight show, so he's hysterical, now as long as I'm like this, boom!"

The green light is on!

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