Ando Kiyoko glanced at Fu Song, whispered a few times in Ando Kiyoko's ear. Ando Kiyoko frowned and said, "So I have always disagreed with you to come to the bar. Look, I encountered such a thing the first time I came here. Thanks to Fu Jun's presence, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

Kiyoko Ando was stunned. This was different from what she imagined. Why did her brother always have a calm attitude with him?

Just as I was about to continue complaining, I suddenly saw the two drunkards coming towards me just now, and quickly poked An Tengqingjian, "Brother, it's them!"

An Tengqingjian looked up at the two drunks and said helplessly: "Look at you, you've caused me trouble again."

Fu Song was happy as soon as he heard this. It seemed that Kiyoko Ando was not as weak as she looked on. She seemed to cause trouble for her brother often, otherwise An Teng-Ching-Ken would not use the word "分".

The two drunk men were drinking so hard that if they were more sober, they would definitely not come to provoke again. After all, most of the people who could drink here were white-collar workers on Wall Street.

But they came here, and when they approached, they directly spoke to Kiyoko Ando, ​​one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and occasionally a few words of yellow-skinned monkeys.

Fu Song seemed to have not heard it, sitting there indifferently, and took the time to ask where Julie was from diagonally opposite him. When he learned that she was from Paris, France, he couldn't help but look at Andeng Qingjian. This grandson is blessed tonight...

At this time, Chrys walked over and said to Fu Song: "Sir, do you want to send them away? I'm not asking for a high price, two thousand dollars."

Fu Song looked at him with his eyes slanted, "Why didn't you take action just now?"

Just now at the bar, he clearly saw Chrys watching coldly while drinking, without any intention of helping.

Chrys said seriously: "I didn't negotiate the price with the sir just now."

Fu Song almost came up in one breath and said annoyedly: "Do you think I'm the one with the money short?"

Chrys still had a poker face and said, "Sir, of course, is not short of money, but I know that the richer the person is, the more stingy."

Fu Song was too lazy to talk to him, and waved his hand and said, "You are late. If you took action just now, I would give you five thousand dollars. But now, you don't need you."

Following Fu Song's sight, Krys looked up and saw Andeng Qingjian's driver coming over with two bodyguards. He was stunned and said quickly: "Sir, I'll put them down now, but you have to take me out afterwards."

Fu Song is a petty person. Since Chrys is playing tricks with him, don’t blame him for not giving him face. He shrugged and said, “It’s up to you.”

Krys was speechless for a moment and could only watch An Tengqingjian's two bodyguards, one punched the two drunkards to the ground.

The driver of Anteng Qingjian leaned over and said in Anteng Qingjian's ear: "Young Master, the luggage has been collected."

An Tengqingjian said impatiently: "I understand, don't bother me anymore."

The driver was excited, took out his elder brother, called the police, and then called the lawyer again.

Manhattan is a wealthy area with sufficient police force. In less than five minutes, the police arrived and took Andeng Qingjian's bodyguard and drunkard away. During this process, Andeng Qingjian and Julie were both tired of being together, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Song looked at this scene leisurely. Although his expression was calm, he was envious of An Tengqingjian. This is the style that rich people should have. I really lived in vain.

Suddenly, I felt a black shadow standing beside me, turned my head to look at Chrys and asked, "Chrys, how are you doing?"

Krys looked at the backs of the two bodyguards and said contemptuously: "Those two guys, I can knock them down even with my eyes closed."

Fu Song snorted, "Are you Americans so confident?"

Cles wondered, "Have you not read my resume?"

Fu Song said with a funny look: "To me, you are just an insignificant driver and can't earn me even a cent. Why do I need to read your resume?"

Chrys was choked and said in a muffled voice: "Sir, I have participated in the Vietnam War and served in the 75th Rangers."

Seeing that Fu Song just said oh, without any reaction, Clays emphasized and said, "Sir, the 75th Ranger Regiment is currently affiliated with the US Special Operations Command."

Fu Song curled his lips and said, "Special Forces? So what? Haven't you been driven out of Vietnam in shame?"

Clays suddenly turned red and clenched his fists tightly, "Sir, I want to quit!"

Fu Song turned his head aside and said, "Please give me some advice."

Chrys: “….”

"Hey, aren't you going to quit? Why haven't you left yet?"

"You haven't given me the salary this month." Chrys's face turned redder and hesitated.

Fu Song smiled and asked, "How much is your monthly salary now?"

Chrys said: "Don't you know?"

Fu Song gave him a blank look and said, "Will a rich man like me care about your salary as a driver? Your salary is under my responsibility."

Chrys wanted to punch Fu Song's face that deserved a beating, but for the sake of money, he could only endure the urge to hit someone, took a deep breath and said, "One,800 US dollars."

"Three thousand dollars, be my bodyguard." Although he mocked Clayce just now, Fu Song was moved when he learned that he was from the Rangers, one of the four major special forces in the United States. Where can I find such a good bodyguard?

Chrys shook his head and said, "It's too little. I need at least 3,500... No, 3,800 US dollars."

Fu Song nodded slightly and said, "Disclaimer."

Chrys said seriously: "Sir, you will leave your safety to me in the future. I promise that this will never happen again today. Of course, you have to prepare a lawyer for me in advance."

"This is natural. Chrys, you can get drunk once today and all the money you pay for is recorded in my account."

"Thank you, sir, I've drunk enough. Just, can you get a salary of two thousand dollars up?"

Fu Song narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you owe debts outside?"

Chrys hurriedly explained: "No, sir, I have to pay the support for my ex-wife and daughter the day after tomorrow, a total of 7,000 US dollars. I am still two thousand US dollars away. If I don't pay, my bank account will be frozen."

"Yeah?"

"I swear it's true!"

"Okay, who made me so kind?" Fu Song took out the check book and wrote down 7,600, then signed it and handed it to Chrys, "This is a two-month salary. I hope you are not lying to me."

Chrys grabbed the check and said excitedly: "Thank you, sir, you are such a good person! If you allow it, I will send the money now, and I can't wait for a moment."

Fu Song waved his hand and sent him away. He turned his head and found that Ando Kiyoko's eyes were staring at him. He couldn't help but smile and said, "What's wrong with Miss Kiyoko?"
Chapter completed!