"Zach, I am your guest, and now I am God, and I remember you saying that you would make even the most annoying guest feel at home, but now instead of enjoying what you call home, I want you to rebuke me like God. ”

Extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the wine glass with a faint temperature of the flame in front of him, and sent it to his mouth to take a small sip.

George's somewhat lazy demeanor became energetic in an instant, and in flipping back and forth, he savored the Forest of Ice and Fire that only Zach could concoct to satisfy him since he drank it.

After calming down, George looked at Zack, who had been staring at him angrily, and would not stop without giving an explanation of the situation, and said lightly.

"You're not a guest, you're a guest, you're the least welcome kind of guest, and the people who come here, no one is going to smoke this inferior cigarette, they're going to have a pipe or a cigar or a custom-made tobacco.

Only a hillbilly like you would smoke this inferior pungent inferior tobacco.

Because of your presence, the grade of my bar has dropped several levels in an instant.

You know, if a guest knew that someone was smoking a bad cigarette that I resisted, they would laugh their big teeth off, and they would exclaim, God, how could he let such a lowly person into the bar?

This is a crime against them.

For the sake of my customers and business, even if I kick you out and shut you out now, they will only applaud and have no responsibility for my actions. ”

While waiting for George to speak, Zach opened a special Budweiser, drank half of it, put the bottle on the bar, and said with a look of disdain and disgust after George finished speaking.

For Zack's words, George's face did not change, as if Zach was not him, just shook the wine glass in his hand at Zack, and then drank it in small sips.

George didn't speak, didn't fight back, and Zach didn't continue to speak, didn't know where to pull out a cigar and put it in his mouth, and began to smoke non-stop.

George is accustomed to Zack's behavior, since the two have known each other, every time they meet, in addition to cold words, they are constantly damaged, and being bitter and mean can be said to be Zack's nature.

This is also an important reason why Zach did not enter George's circle, on the contrary, Jonas Vitis, who is also a rich second generation, has become good friends, partners, and even people with interests coexisting with George.

Of course, this is not to say that the relationship between Zach and George is bad, on the contrary, the relationship between the two is very good, much better than Jonas, who has entanglements of interests.

It's just that Zach has developed this character since he was a child because of family reasons, if he is not familiar with him, he may be angry by his words and even want to do it, but after getting familiar with it, you will understand that although Zack is mean-spoken, he has a kind heart, and he will take out a large part of the income he earns every year to donate to some charitable organizations to help those who are despised by him, at this point, Zack is much stronger than his Grande-like father.

After the guests sitting in the corner heard the conversation between George and Zack, the two people who originally thought they were going to have a conflict turned out to be familiar people, and the mood of wanting to see the scenery immediately dissipated, and George regained his cold appearance when he entered the bar.

"Zach, come help me, I need your help. ”

After drinking the wine in the glass, George looked at Zack, who was lowering his head again and constantly tinkering with his own affairs, and returned to his original cold expression.

"I'm not going to work for anyone. ”

George's words made Zach raise his face again, but this time there was no anger or annoyance on his face, he just stared at George for a long time, and after confirming that it was not a joke, he said lightly.

"Zach, you are my senior, and now that my junior is in trouble, don't you want to lend your helping hand to help me.

We have all said in the past that when the other person is in need, they will extend their hand of friendship.

I have never asked anything of you before, I know your character, and I know your persistence and faith.

It's just that now I have to come and break your rules and ask you to come out and help me. ”

George put down the wine glass, stared at Zack with a serious face, and said solemnly as he lowered his head again to do his own business after speaking.

Zach was predicted by George's professor to be the most successful manager, not only because his grades have always been one of the best at Harvard, but more importantly, because he has demonstrated his abilities to the public through countless practices.

A patient, tolerant, long-term, and strategic person will trample a group of arrogant people under their feet through various practices, so that they can sincerely admire, recognize, and respect him.

Originally, when everyone thought that he would go out of school, enter a large company and start his own life, enjoy life, but he returned to New York, took over the bistro that has passed on three generations, and officially became the owner of this tavern dedicated to serving all kinds of bigwigs and elites.

Only George, who knew him well, came to Harvard only by his Grandet father, and not because he wanted to get in.

His obsession has always been to become the best bartender in the world.

Any country in the world except the United States may be called a strange story, but in this country, such things are endless, and many capable people have such and such strange problems, and do all kinds of things that are unacceptable to normal people.

Five minutes, ten minutes later, when the only guest at the table had left with payment, Zach still didn't give George any answer, or his original answer had already given George an accurate answer, and as for George's statement, it seemed to him to be just a bunch of nonsense.

"This is a document, I hope you can read it carefully and reply to me. ”

George pulled out a scribbled draft of his improvised handwriting from his pocket and placed it on top of the bar, along with three hundred-dollar bills, the price of a glass of Fire and Ice.

"Jingle Bell"

"Dada, squeak, da, da"

Before George could stand up, the tavern door was pushed open again, and the sound of high heels trampling the wooden floor reached George's ears clearly.