Gao Jun gave the HWP group a holiday, Sosfia also returned to Germany, and the rest of the staff all bought the first flight to fly back to accompany their families and welcome the new year together.

This originally large and lively manor was much quieter in an instant.

Gao Jun was a little clumsy on the keyboard with two fingers on the computer, and whispered the input method in his mouth, which was the mantra that Sosfia taught him, and the brain used for Zen was a little cold sweat, but he had a bull's energy, the more difficult things he had to do, and his education level was not high, but many companies in the United States communicated with each other through email, and sometimes it was really inconvenient.

"Godfather, Mr. Beta has asked me to come to you for dinner."

Juan knocked on the door a few times and shouted as he walked in.

"Got it, I'm coming." Gao Jun scratched his head, his index finger trembled and hung up a full stop, he let out a long breath, he was tired of typing hundreds of words and almost participated in a small battle, he had a headache, he stood up and stretched, touched Juan's head, and walked down the dining room.

"Sir, come and have a turkey." Beta brought up a pot of roasted, glowing turkey, cut it slowly with a knife, and placed it on everyone's pot.

"Thank you, Mr. Beta." Peter muffled his voice, the wound on his right hand was not yet healed, so that he was about to hold the knife awkwardly in his left hand, tilting his head to put it in his mouth, and the whole person looked like he was paralyzed.

Juan couldn't stand it and helped him.

"Well, it smells so good." Peter squinted and gave Beta a thumbs up.

Mr. Housekeeper just smiled modestly, for a person like him who came out of a big family, he had long been pampered, and the most important thing was to think about things in front of everyone, he glanced at Gao Jun from the corner of his eye, and asked, "Sir, do you want to prepare any activities at night?" ”

There are only a few single men left in this manor, and there is not even a mother.

Hearing Beta's words, Juan raised his head and looked at Gao Jun hopefully, when he was in Mexico, he could still go to open meat and drink soup with some gangsters, and now... The hands of the have not been touched.

Toombs looked up, too, and the light flashed behind the glasses.

"Recently, it's not very safe outside, don't go out." Gao Jun wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and after sweeping the other party, he saw that Peter Juan was a little angry, and changed his words, "Of course, you can call some people to have a party, but I don't want to make a scandal." Beta, take care of it. ”

"Yes, sir." Beta bowed slightly.

"Yay!" Juan raised his hands and cheered, the young children liked to be lively, and when they saw that Peter and the others looked at him, they hurriedly lowered their heads, shrunk their necks, and blushed.

Gao Jun didn't blame him, how could a child suppress his nature, and when he fell down by himself, he grew up naturally.

After eating, the girl called by Beta also arrived, a phone call, there are many people engaged in this kind of industry in the United States, commonly known as: courtesan, but Gao Jun did not want to participate in this kind of scene, he wrapped a towel and came to the top floor, with a glass of red wine beside him, his hands crossed on his thighs, listening to the noise below, his heart was like water, his eyes were hooked and he looked at the Santa Monica Bridge full of neon lights, took a deep breath, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

……

"Good morning, sir." Beta was directing the domestic service workers to clean up, and when she saw Gao Jun yawning and walking down, she said hello first.

"Good morning, Beta, too." Gao Jun rubbed his numb neck, he seemed to be a little stiff when he slept yesterday, "Huh? What about them? ”

"I went back to my room to rest, and I was a little late last night."

Gao Jun frowned, his nose arched, this looked like he wanted to smell something in the air, and muffled, "What didn't they do yesterday?" ”

Beta was stunned for a moment, and then his face was quite weird, did Gao Jun's action just now want to smell the tadpoles in the air? His old face twitched slightly, and he shook his head with a forced smile, "I didn't hear any movement from them, just singing." ”

Can those guys be so honest?

He was skeptical.

"Sir, today there is Mass in the Cathedral of Santa Monica, enjoy the gift of God, when the whole city of nearly 4,000 people will be praying outside the church and the door, we... Do you want to go? ”

The first day after Christmas, which is believed to be the first day after the new birth of Jesus. Mass gatherings around the world are common in Christian places.

Mass?

Gao Jun looked at his watch, "They all woke up, we have to thank God for the grace of the Lord to make us more dollars in the coming year." ”

Beta nodded and trotted upstairs with his hands on the railing.

After about four minutes, Peter and Toombs, who had not yet woken up, came down in their suits, followed by Juan, changing into decent clothes, his eyes still not wide, and his body still smelled of alcohol.

Gao Jun put down the newspaper and glanced at it lightly, "You can go and wash your face, I think the guys should be in good spirits." ”

"Sir, are we going to Mass?" "Do you need me to bring some people with me?" ”

"We're not going to fight for turf." Gao Jun couldn't laugh or cry a little, but after finishing speaking, he paused slightly, "Of course, if you can, I think the people of the Hell Angels will also accept God's gifts, right?" ”

Calling in some gangsters who don't look like good people can avoid some unnecessary trouble.

"I'll arrange it." The Korean guy took out his phone and went to the side to make a call, not knowing what he was talking about inside.

By the time they got out, there were already a few cars parked outside, not luxurious, but a slightly more low-key BMW, and the group drove towards the Cathedral of Santa Monica.

It has to be said that the Yankees are fanatical about religious beliefs, the roads are full of tows, the flow of people is blocked in the streets for a while, it is almost impossible for the car to move a step, and many people pass by and look inside with surprised eyes, they may think which idiot is still driving out on this holiday.

"Maybe, we're going down." Gao Jun smiled bitterly.

"Sir, you don't need to, you just have to sit." Tumus turned his head from the front, the phone in his hand, and shook it, "I've got someone to sort it out." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw dozens or even hundreds of strong men in suits and sunglasses rushing out from the front, surrounding the car, loudly signaling to give way in front, and very rudely pulling open their sleeves, revealing the tattoos inside.

"It's... Is that the way you want to do it? Gao Jun's face twitched, and he was a little embarrassed.

Why is this a bit of a rich and unkind meaning?

The gaze of the people outside the car could almost stab Gao Jun to death, which made Gao Jun, who was accustomed to low-key and had always regarded low-key as his motto, a little old and red.

"Sir, in America you have to show that you are richer than everyone else, and that is enough." Tumus didn't speak, but Beta, who was sitting on the other side, spoke first, his words were rough, but they made Gao Jun hear clearly.

Is it possible to do what you have money in the United States?

No!

It's about being able to do whatever you want in the world!

"Making money by yourself, it seems that you are just to be a master, if you don't show it, what is the difference between it and a night walk in brocade?" After Gao Jun figured this out, he sat quietly.

It's so cool!