Aside from those hypocritical charity activities, this is the first time in Julian Farrell's life that he generously invited a group of low-level poor ghosts, and then he did not receive the imaginary thanks, imaginary praises, and imaginary respects.

But it definitely gained the attention of everyone present.

Because after he drank high, he jumped on the table like those vulgar poor ghosts, generously reported to his home, and announced that he would invite everyone to drink, and everyone present was stunned at first, and then silent, and his anger gradually accumulated in the silence, and finally, the bald man who had invited himself several bottles of beer before stared at him viciously:

"Who the do you say you are?"

"Julian Farrell, the owner of the sea line shipping industry." Julian also realized that there was something unusual about the atmosphere, but continued anyway.

He was sure that he had absolutely nothing to do with these poor ghosts before.

"Give you a chance, you'd better tell everyone you're playing the clown." The bartender said from behind the bar, "It's a very fucking funny joke." ”

Colin and Hull have been in this smoky place for many years, although they don't know what Julian has done wrong, but the main problem at this time is to dispel the anger of everyone in the bar at this moment, Colin jumped on the table, put his arm around Julian's shoulders, and looked at everyone present:

"Of course it's a joke, or what do you think, poor ghost? The boss of a large company worth hundreds of millions of dollars came here to drink a light beer with water, you don't know his identity, you should also know yourself, what grade, think you can be in the same room with those big people, this is my son's father-in-law! You know, he's telling a joke, but you don't even have a damn sense of humor, and now it's a fucking reversal, my son, who is about to let the daughter of the owner of the shipping industry have children for him, so, after hearing this joke, hurry up and send your fucking belated blessings, knowing that this fucking place has been open for so long and there are no stand-up comedians to be there? Because you guys don't even know what a joke is! Wasted Julian's talent for humor! ”

After listening to Colin's words, everyone present burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere quickly heated up back to before Julian spoke, and the bald man even grinned and praised Julian who was stunned on the table:

"Man, you're a good joke!"

Seeing a bunch of white low-level rough men nodding in agreement, Julian was a little shocked.

Himself, the shipbuilding tycoon of Rhode Island, was actually humiliated by a group of low-level poor ghosts who don't know which small place?

"Mr. Bartender, two beers each." Although Julian didn't know why these people had such a strong hatred for the owner of the sea line ship, he was not ready to continue looking for trouble, so he continued to speak loudly with a smile on his face.

The crowd in the bar gave him an enthusiastic response this time, holding up the beer he had paid for and signaling to him.

"Thank you, Colin, I might have to go to the hospital for a while, and I'm going to make a phone call to the lawyer and bankrupt these guys." After the situation returned to calm, Julian, who was still standing on the table, gratefully patted Colin next to him who had just helped him out of the siege, and then whispered:

"I want to see them kneel before me with the money they have sold, and show mercy to let them go."

"I think it's wiser for us to leave now, or figure out ......," Colin said to take Julian with him.

Before Colin could finish speaking, the door of the milk house was pushed open from the outside, and an old white man who looked to be at least sixty or seventy years old walked in from the outside.

Then the old man saw Colin standing on the table, taller and more conspicuous than everyone else, and Julian beside him, who was planning to accuse everyone.

The old man was stunned at first, then lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, and raised his head again: "WTF!" Julian Farrell? The boss of the sea line shipping industry? ”

"You've heard the joke so soon?" The bald man next to him heard the old man's words: "That's right, although it's a bit brain-draining, it's quite funny after thinking about it......"

"He's Julian Farrell! The boss of the sea line shipping industry! The old man pointed to Julian: "I saw him in Rhode Island!" The Hoboken shipyard is closing, and we're about to lose our job because his company stole our last Navy order! ”

Everyone in the bar fell silent again, and the bald man, who had just tried to explain the high-level joke to the old foreman who had worked at the Hoboken shipyard for nearly fifty years, turned his head to look at Julian at the wine table, and slowly spat on the ground:

"Want to personally humiliate us poor people who are about to lose their jobs because of you? I get the joke, capitalist, welcome to Hoboken. ”

A crowd of drinkers rushed in like a tidal wave, quickly surrounding Julian, looking at him with unkind eyes.

Hoboken Shipyard? Julian has an impression of this name, because the shipyard established by the United States in 1938 to accelerate production in World War II, was originally one of the three giants of the American shipbuilding industry, a subsidiary of Bethlehem Iron and Steel, because of the United States' "emergency shipbuilding program" during World War II, and even during World War II, because of the shortage of manpower, female workers were paid the same wages as men, and even blacks were allowed to enjoy the same welfare treatment as whites.

However, Julian had the impression that the shipyard should have closed its doors as early as the sixties, because shortly after the end of World War II, Bethlehem had been downsizing its temporary expansion of shipyards, and there was no need to keep a factory like the Hoboken shipyard that was only equipped to produce emergency ships.

It sounds like they have been there until now, and they have naval orders? It's just that now it has been snatched away by its own sea line shipping industry?

It's good, knowing that he robbed these people of their business, Zhu Li's anger in peace of mind dissipated a lot, and he snatched the banknotes, of course, he had to tolerate the other party's scolding.

"This man just laid hands on me, I'm going to sue him for harassment!" Lady, who was stroking the club, learned that the man she praised for having a pair of buttocks was actually the culprit who caused most of the drinkers to lose their jobs, and suddenly said loudly: "The old lady should also have his fingerprints on her chest, protect the old lady's *son, they can bring enough compensation to Hoboken!" ”

"That's right, I saw it with my own eyes!" The bald man also reacted and spoke.

Julian watched in amazement as the situation quickly reversed, at a loss.

He could only look at Colin next to him for help, and Colin took a sip of beer disapprerovingly: "The wish has come true, let's start." ”

He said teasingly, but Colin looked at Hull, who pulled Julian down and pulled him behind him, patting his waist, which was still protruding from his clothes: "Do you think a rich man who came to Hoboken to visit you guys will only bring money." ”

While the others were paying attention to Julian, Colin walked to the phone, not to call the police, but to Tommy, in this kind of place, it is useless to call the police, not to mention that if that girl is really testified by everyone and bites Julian to harass her, it will only anger everyone present.

After Tommy heard his dad explain the general situation on the phone, he calmly told Colin the solution:

"Framed blacks and Mexicans, and let Mr. Farrell tell them that he was innocent, and that he wanted to inject capital into the Hoboken shipyard and the two sides became a cooperative relationship, but the blacks and Mexicans in Rhode Island protested and forced Mr. Farrell to provide them with jobs, and as a last resort, he had no choice but to cancel the cooperation and transfer the order to Rhode Island, and if these people were to blame, blame the blacks and Mexicans everywhere in Rhode Island."

"But Rhode Island doesn't have everywhere, and there are no Mexicans, and those aren't going to demonstrate." Colin said puzzled.

Tommy said affirmatively: "Even if there are no black people who dare to demonstrate, so no one will stand up to refute the accusation, do you expect those drunkards to know if there are black people in Rhode Island?" Anyway, in their eyes, blacks are everywhere, and as for Mexicans, it doesn't matter, except for employers, no one doesn't hate Mexicans, you just tell my father-in-law like this, he knows this direction, and he knows how to solve the problems in the back, he just hasn't dealt with this kind of person, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to solve trouble. ”

"How do you solve the problem of Julian touching a woman's son? The woman let everyone testify...... "Colin is not actually worried about anything else, he is worried that the woman is framing Julian, if this kind of trivial matter causes Julian and his wife to have a conflict, he Colin is an out-and-out sinner."

"That kind of thing doesn't need my help to come up with ideas, believe me, my father-in-law is much better at dealing with women than you, dad, and if there is a problem, it will appear a long time ago."

Hanging up the phone, Tommy looked at Otilia in the distance, and Tony noticed Tommy's playful face: "What's wrong?" ”

Tommy retracted his gaze and looked at Tony: "Daddy earnestly admonishes me not to fool around and respect my partner and family every time, but he took my father-in-law to a nasty little bar to rub the girl's breasts, so, does my father love me more, or does he love my father-in-law more?" ”

The second more ~

(End of chapter)