"Candy, Candy..." After returning home from the night shift, Vincent did not see his wife.

Only my wife's mother was smashing the sofa with an unpleasant snoring sound from her mouth and the radio was sizzling.

"Where has Candy gone?" Wake up my mother-in-law, and Vincent had actually guessed something: "Harmand or the bar on the street."

"What do you want me to say, Vincent." The woman lit a cigarette silently.

He shook his head helplessly. This fucking life made him increasingly unbearable. Today is the second time she is no longer at home this week.

At the billiards bar on the street, Vincent successfully found his wife Candy.

She was playing basketball with a few men who looked like gangsters, and Vincent was not in the mood to make a big fuss with her here.

"Candy, it's time for you to go home." Holding his wife's arm, Vincent wanted to take her home, and he would go home no matter what.

"But I haven't finished drinking." Candy spread his hands and pointed at the bar.

A dark green navel-exposed suit with only a few ropes on the chest, it looks like a sexy bra, "What are you wearing?"

Katie didn't respond, and Vinson grabbed her and walked out.

"Hey." Someone called them, and at the same time, the rest of the people next to the pool stopped and focused their eyes on them.

"This lady said that she still has not finished drinking." said a mud ball wearing a floral shirt, jeans, and a cigarette in her mouth.

"Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, I just want to take my wife home." Vinson raised his hands and said that he didn't want to cause trouble.

"But she still has wine, and we still have two balls to play!" The other party shook the billiard club in his hand and looked at him with disdain.

Looking at the other party and the person surrounding him, and then looking at his wife Candy, Vincent understood.

Turning around and leaving, Vincent packed up his greetings without any hesitation, and chose to leave home and go to another corner of the city to live.

He has had enough of this feeling and has had to do 7 different jobs, never stopping to make money 7 days a week to support his entire home.

Now, everything is over, only yourself.

Vinson decided not to manage the work near the house, but to find a new job here and start a new life.

Although it is still Los Angeles, it also represents his determination.

With his extensive work experience, Vincent easily found a job as a bartender.

A bar that runs in a chaotic area was originally named, but people prefer to call it 'chaotic area'

The streets are lined with empty old houses, where no one will live or stay, filled with violence, a few women, gangsters and chaos.

For Vinson, this is fine. He is very used to such an environment, and he grew up in such an environment.

So he adapted very quickly. He was a bastard and should live here.

However, on the third day of his work, a unique guest came to the bar, and he looked different from everyone.

Wearing a high-end brand suit, combed with bright hair, and a valuable Swiss watch, he is a rich man who shouldn't have appeared here.

"Give me a glass of whiskey, I want the best product." The other party sat in front of the bar and waved to Vinson.

Putting the cup in front of him, Vinson removed the finest scotch from the wine rack.

It is a rare good product, a rare commodity during the war, and it is also very expensive.

"Your wine." Pushing the wine to the other side, Vincent was ready to greet other guests, and he could easily get along with people.

"Vinson." The other party called out his name, which surprised Vinson a little.

In fact, he was very sure that he didn't know the other person, especially when the other person was a rich man in extraordinary clothes.

"Are you?" Vinson looked at the other person curiously.

"Someone wants to see you, believe me, your good opportunity is here." The other party killed the wine in the quilt, and a 10-meter quilt was still on the table.

This attracted everyone's attention. The 10-US dollar bill was enough to trigger a small riot here.

"Come with me, Vincent." He said as he walked out the door, his eyes full of confidence, and he believed Vincent would make the right choice.

When a man is confused, he always needs to give them some guidance. Now Vincent's guidance is here.

The brand new Lincoln sedan was parked on the side of the road, and Vincent got off from it.

And his location has also changed from a chaotic area like a garbage dump to a colorful Hollywood Avenue.

"He is very loyal, right?" Paul, who was in charge of the whole show, looked at the people around him.

"Yes, loyal, never greedy, work hard and keep your promises." The other party said it seriously, and it is not a time to joke.

It was the person he recommended to Paul, and if something happened, he would not be able to escape.

"Very good." If the first impression is important, Paul already has a little favorable impression of him.

"So where is he?" As the door behind him pushed open, someone took Vincent in.

"He's here." Pointing to Vinson who was walking, he looked like a nervous idiot.

"So... Now that everyone is here, let's talk!" Looking at Vincent who was so nervous that he kept rubbing his hands, Paul wanted to change his previous view.

"Do you know me?" Paul asked with a thick cigar in his mouth.

"I don't think so, sir." Vinson really didn't know him, Paul's name and face had disappeared for too long.

"My name is Paul, and I am a person who wants to give you a job." Paul is not a person who is willing to listen. He wants to see the other person's actions more than that.

So, after a short ten minutes, Vincent was kicked out of the theater with mist.

And he inexplicably became the manager of a bar, Banana Boat Bar, a name that was so bad that it could not be worse.

Fortunately, there is a 'assistant named Tommy next to him.'

But in Vinson's opinion, the other party was more like someone sent to monitor him for his work, making sure he could get started as soon as possible and not mess up everything.

Banana Boat Bar is not in Hollywood, and no one can make trouble in Hollywood. This is a well-known rule.

Therefore, the business here naturally does not require "managers" to watch.

It is located right behind the bar where Vinson worked before, across the street, and is also a member of the chaos area.

Chaos means profitable, and chaos here is also the result of deliberate laissez-faire.

"I think there is a reform here, a big reform." The walls are full of graffiti and the corners are filled with water stains.

The floor was bumpy and worse than Dad's ranch.

The ceiling fell off so badly, the bar was broken halfway, and the wine rack was like a car hitting it, ‘This is really a pile of garbage.’

"That's your problem." Tommy stood beside him with his hands wrapped around his arms, looking 'It's not my business'.

"I hope this is right." Vinson sighed, determined to do a big fight.

Now he has no better choice unless he is willing to be a bartender for his whole life and live in a single hotel room that is not much better than a doghouse.
Chapter completed!