In his opinion, this brooch is sufficient for dealing with these small miscellaneous fish. As for the stronger effect, he has never thought about it.

In the Brook neighborhood, Kenny's story spread quickly.

Everyone knows that An Ran wears Eisen's double-headed snake brooch, so how can anyone dare to block his car.

People on the roadside just watched silently as the rare luxury cars on the block drove past.

Those who know how to fight, those who rob, and those who curse all fall silent.

The entire neighborhood has never been so quiet or safe.

Everyone is afraid that something inappropriate will make the boss unhappy.

It's a small thing to come out and get slapped in the face by you, but if Aisen comes out, the consequences will be fatal.

An Ran followed the route and soon found the small hotel where Quirrell was staying.

A shabby little facade, with the traffic light of the hotel sign hanging crookedly on it, flickering feebly.

There are several people sitting at the door of the hotel.

These people were obviously either gangsters or homeless people. They were dressed in rags and had dirty faces. They were holding wine bottles in their hands and looking at the approaching luxury car with drunken eyes.

One of them was holding a guitar in his hand and looking at the car, wondering what he was thinking.

Quirrell was sitting with a few others, holding a wine bottle in his hand.

The difference is that he is wearing the suit he just wore without changing. He has long hair and a big beard. Without that suit, he would be a complete tramp.

But even so, he still looks like a prince in distress, and he is always the focus among the crowd.

An Ran applauded in her heart.

There is a difference between this person and others. Some people don’t look like princes when they put on dragon robes, while some people are the center of attention no matter what.

Chilo also looked at An Ran's luxury car in surprise.

When the car stopped and An Ran got off, Chilo stood up and asked, "Teacher An Ran, why are you here?"

An Ran walked up to Quirrell, patted him and motioned for him to sit down. He also sat down casually on the floor, "Come and see you."

Quirrell looked at An Ran sitting on the floor and couldn't help but feel at a loss. An Ran's clothes were all handmade and sewn by famous masters. They were worth a lot of money at first glance.

It was roughly estimated to be tens of thousands of dollars, and they sat down without hesitation.

An Ran patted the broken wooden stool beside him, "Sit down, why are you standing?"

Quirrell sat down and said apologetically: "Mr. An Ran, how about we go outside to talk"

"No need!" An Ran looked around and said, "This place is quite nice. Although the air is not great, it is relaxed and comfortable without any restrictions!"

"By the way, if you don't mind, can you give me a bottle of your wine?"

Quirrell carries a case of beer beside him, which he bought from homeless people nearby.

Homeless people don’t have much money, and even if they receive assistance, they will spend it all within a few days.

Quirrell is different. Even though he lives a homeless life, he is still a billionaire.

He quickly took a bottle of wine, opened it, and handed it to An Ran.

An Ran picked up the wine, this is the most common beer on the market.

He had drunk this kind of wine before. It tasted rather bitter and was a bit heady after drinking it, but tramps loved this one.

An Ran raised the wine and took a sip, and took a long breath, "To be honest, I haven't been so relaxed for a long time. I have been busy with the company all day long."

A homeless man said scornfully: "How busy can you be? You look like a rich man, but do you know how rich Mr. Quirrell is? Don't think he is homeless, but he is not short of money."
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An Ran smiled "hehe" and said, "I know."

Since these guys are homeless, they are naturally not in the mood to pay attention to any celebrity boss.

Quirrell smiled bitterly, "Seth, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Enron is one of the top 20 richest bosses in the world. His total assets have exceeded 60 billion, and cash flow accounts for most of it."

"Poof!" Several homeless people spit out their wine.

This is so arrogant.

The richest person they had ever come into contact with was Quirrell, so they thought of someone even richer and so young.

Several people looked at An Ran suspiciously, so young and so rich.

An Ran waved his hand, saying that he had nothing to show off with a group of homeless people, "Forget about money, let's just relax today!"

"I'm just curious as to why you like this kind of life. I understand now!" An Ran said, shaking the bottle of wine: "This kind of life is easy, very relaxing. The people you get along with are people who won't plot against you behind your back.

Everyone is happy, drinking and chatting together, it’s comfortable!”

He let out a long sigh.

Quirrell was speechless for a moment, An Ran was right.

Although there are all homeless people here, they speak out whatever they have to say, and they are as poor as ghosts. If you buy them a beer, they will be as happy as anything.

There is no intrigue, just come and go.

It's like in the entertainment industry, whether it's as big as a movie or as small as a position, everyone has to figure it out.

It was by chance that he came here.

After his sister died, he was very depressed. Once he went out to drink and drank too much, so he randomly found a small hotel to stay.

I woke up and found myself here, so I bought two boxes of beer and sat at the door to drink.

I soon got to know a few homeless people. They just drank, chatted and bragged without thinking too much. It was quite fun to talk nonsense.

The main thing is to relax.

Quirrell is too emotional and carries too many things. He needs such an environment.

He sat next to An Ran, because An Ran's words resonated strongly with him.

"Teacher An Ran, I think you may understand this feeling better than me."

Enron was a star, a director, and a boss, so he had a lot to do.

It's easy to open his eyes, and he can't even sleep. Someone wants to stab him in the back all the time.

Speaking of hard work, it's much harder than him.

An Ran raised the bottle and touched it with him, "Qiluo, life is so difficult, but we can't keep escaping. It's been ten years. You should put down some things and stand up!"

"I know these things are easy to say and difficult to sit up! But I think I can also understand your thoughts! After all, I lost my lover and sister, and I lost my mother and father!"

Quirrell was originally thinking that you probably don’t understand the pain of losing a loved one.

But when An Ran said this, he was speechless.

It seems that he is more miserable than me.

An Ran said: "You probably don't know, before my father passed away, I was a playboy, doing everything except good things! After my father passes away, guess what?"

"What's wrong?" Quirrell couldn't help but ask.

An Ran said slowly: "My girlfriend, as the company's top manager, changed jobs with the company's songwriters and producers, and took most of my artists to other companies!"
Chapter completed!