In the following days, to put it nicely, there was no wind or rain or sunshine.

To put it mildly, if he doesn't come again, he will really starve to death of two people and a dog.

Because those upstairs residents can say that the dispute between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the mysterious person has the least impact on them, and they can still have a home.

But it has been a pain for the merchants on this street, and the whole street is full of devastation, and with the efficiency of the Americans, they have not wanted to open for business again in the past few months.

Three days after Banker watched the incident, the belated maintenance team slowly set up the construction barrier, and the construction equipment was completely in place five days later.

Especially one day, when I went out to smoke, I got into a fire with a construction team member and inadvertently asked about their monthly salary.

Bank, one of the culprits, joined the merchants and residents of Franklin Street in a fit of indignation to attack the vicious government of American capital.

also wrote his name heavily on the joint book of Shenghua.

If anyone sees that joint book, then the names with the largest fonts on it are absolutely forced to have a name called "Bank. Lanroester".

Bank, who was idle and painful, was ghostwritten by Peggy, who wrote a 10,000-word essay "Asking how the deformed democracy of capitalism can give to the people", which was submitted to the local government by the organizers of the campaign, along with the joint letter.

He had completely forgotten that he was the biggest culprit in this incident.

To sum up Banker these days in three words, that is-idle egg pain plus poor heart, liver, spleen, lungs and stomach itching.

He, the owner, had nothing to do all day, eating and waiting for the two tin cans to fight, but Colberrows, under the impetus of refined dog food, observed, observed.

The tenth day after the Franklin Street gunsmoke.

Lanroster Shop.

"Master, are you back?"

Peggy saw a sweaty Banker walk in and hurriedly greeted him.

"Ah, Peggy, didn't you see, my poop pot kill today, that's called a beautiful, full half-court line, came a y=ax^2+bx+c goal."

As soon as Bank entered the door, he took off his sports vest without imagination, threw it on the sofa at random, and walked towards the bathroom while removing his belt.

Peggy was full of black lines and said, "Master, I can make up for it, you don't need to use a parabolic formula to explain it." ”

also wronged Peggy, fortunately she is well-informed and highly educated, otherwise she would have been driven crazy by the strange stalk of his strange master.

Banker walked all the way to the bathroom and kicked his sneakers out with both kicks.

Bank, who entered the bathroom, stuck out his head and said, "By the way, A is not equal to zero." ”

After speaking, his head was stuck into the bathroom, and after a while, there was the sound of shower water and the humming of a certain blood clan.

Ten minutes later, Bank, with a towel around his waist, walked out of the bathroom.

Peggy was already outside, tidying up the clothes that had fallen on Bank's side.

Taking Peggy's handover of clothes, Bank put them on in twos and threes, and sat down on the lazy couch.

Before Peggy could speak, Bank pulled out a crumpled hundred dollars from his pants, the result of an afternoon of street ball.

Banker said: "Those bastards are getting more and more picky, and this gambling business is getting harder and harder." ”

Peggy took a hundred dollars, put them in her purse, and said, "As long as the master's plan succeeds, we won't be short of this money." ”

As a noble race, Peggy is not very supportive of her master playing streetball to earn extra money.

Banker said: "Don't worry, even if Tony's short man doesn't recognize pornography, his company's stock is precipitous and reliable, and if we smash $50,000 into it then, we can at least turn it five times." ”

Peggy shrugged, "Hopefully." ”

Bank nodded, gave Peggy a determined look, picked up a bottle of Coke, and drank it.

Seeing this, many people may ask, how did Bank get involved with streetball?

The reason is very simple, for a poor man, what other reason can there be besides money?

That day, Bank happened to buy a spicy Mao Xuewang and hiked home.

But when he walked to the public basketball court on Franklin Street, a basketball smashed straight over.

With a flick of one hand, Bank took the basketball in his hand.

"Dude, do me a favor and throw it over." A black guy yelled at Bank on the basketball court.

Banker didn't think about it, he threw it casually, ten meters away, hollowed into the basket, turned around and left, hiding his fame.

He didn't care, but it was a sight to behold the streetball enthusiasts.

You must know that on an ordinary street court, the rebound is only five or six meters away from the three-point line, and this person is outside the court, and he can throw it into the basket in a hollow? And looking at the arc, it doesn't look like it's blind.

"Hey, brother, are you from Franklin Street?" The black guy reacted and shouted behind Bank.

Banker paused, turned around and said, "yes, what's wrong?" ”

The black guy smiled and continued, "How many hands are coming?" Also, can you join us the day after tomorrow to play against the Bichi people on Second Avenue? ”

When Bank heard this, I have noble ancestral blood, and you let me and your sweaty big men squeeze around the court?

So Banker said without hesitation: "Don't fight, bye-bye." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The black guy was also a little anxious, after all, Franklin Street was still technically inferior to the bastards on Second Avenue, and it was not easy to find a suspected strong foreign aid.

The black guy yelled at Bank, "We can give you money!" ”

Hearing this, Bank sneered, "Hmph, did I send you that money?" Let me tell you Xiaohei, I have no interest in your little children! So stop bothering me! ”

The black guy and his friends shrugged helplessly, picked up the basketball and prepared to continue playing.

But I saw that Bank, who had not taken two steps, suddenly turned around and asked them, "How much can you give?" ”

And just like that, streetball officially became Bank's second side hustle.

Lanroster Shop.

Bank finished his coke and said to Peggy, "Peggy, what would it be like if I did become a superhero one day?" ”

Peggy cleaned her hands and said, "Master, shouldn't your goal be to dominate the world and lead our race to revival?" ”

Banker hiccuped and said: "If you want to play a decent superhero, and finally turn black and become the final boss, then it can be regarded as a good show with flesh and blood." ”

Peggy turned around, sorted out the items on the counter, and said casually, "As long as the master hasn't forgotten about our racial revival, it's okay to make any fuss." ”

Bank wanted to say something more, but at this moment, the voice of Colberth came from the soul connection: "Bastard master, two, two tin cans, it's a fight!" ”