Chapter 766 Return to DC
In a bar in the Metropolis.
Soft music kept playing, and the girl sitting in front of the piano had long fingers that were like dancing elves. Every rise and fall was like a dance, which was very pleasing to the eye.
In addition, she was also very beautiful, with the deep facial features unique to Europeans and Americans, making her look like an extremely delicate doll, and the freckles on both sides of her nose made her even more cute.
Logically speaking, in such a place, girls should be harassed a lot, but this was not the case.
Except for the damn, stingy, and lustful boss, no one would dare to make a move.
At most, it would be a little bit of a lip service, and there would be no real action.
For a college student who needs to work and study and does not want to sell her body, even if the hourly wage is a little less than other places, it is acceptable.
The bar is called Lover, a strange place that should have closed down, but for some reason it has been open.
"Catherine, your piano sounds better and better. If possible, I think I can play a song with you. You know, I was in the choir in school before."
A young man who looked at least 300 pounds and whose face was sagging like a bull raised his glass and said, "This is a gentleman's request."
The girl who was playing the piano rolled her eyes and ignored it.
"Jerry, this is the twelfth time you have approached me. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have been torn into pieces by the greedy Amber, but you, my friend, are an exception."
The black guy with an afro smiled and drank the whiskey in the glass. "Do you know why?"
"Of course I know."
Jerry inserted his fingers into his hair with a bit of narcissism, and then combed it back: "Gentlemen will not embarrass gentlemen."
"That's right!"
Before the others burst into laughter, a calm voice came from the stairs.
This forced them to shut up, even if their faces were flushed, they dared not make a sound.
Amber had long been accustomed to this scene. He had set many rules for the bar, but the most important one was that he had the final say in everything here, and any attempt to refute would lead to some bad consequences.
"Jerry, you are a real gentleman."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Hearing this compliment, Jerry's mouth cracked, and the flesh on both sides squeezed into a ball. Coupled with his short and flat nose, he looked more like a bulldog.
Amber did not speak again, but came to the place where he usually sat. It was a recliner leaning against the window, specially made from a master craftsman in Chinatown, and the price was... well, about the same as this bar.
"Dear boss, what do you drink today?"
The thin and tall bartender asked very sensibly: "Is it the same as before?"
"Yeah."
Amber closed his eyes to digest the memory he had just obtained from the newcomer in the space, and his body swayed slightly with the chair.
It took less than ten seconds for the bartender to get what he needed.
In fact, it was just water with ice in it.
"Boss An, I've always wanted to ask, why do you open a bar but never drink?"
Ordinary drinkers don't dare to ask such questions, because they all know that Amber has a very bad temper and is very unstable. The same words at different times may get completely opposite results.
Jerry is also very clear about this, but he is also more aware that he will not encounter the same situation as others.
As I just said, he is a gentleman.
"Friend, you should enjoy the liquid in your glass instead of talking nonsense to me."
Amber pinched the quilt with her fingers and lay comfortably in the chair.
"Well, maybe we can change the subject."
Jerry shrugged.
The black guy next to him finally calmed down his urge to laugh, "Speaking of this, you all paid attention to what happened a while ago, right? Those damn aliens actually controlled all the electronic equipment and announced to the world that we earthlings should hand over Superman Clark. Damn, that's the only superhero I like. I hope those idiots in the White House don't do stupid things again."
"Your news has been delayed. According to the latest report this morning, Superman has surrendered himself. I watched the live broadcast at the time. Fuck, it's so annoying."
Topics about Clark always attract a lot of attention. Since this kid started doing good things everywhere on the earth as Superman, people have become accustomed to his existence.
Except for a certain bat freak who always thinks this is an unstable factor, his reputation is comparable to that of the top stars.
Therefore, the White House's compromise with the aliens made them very unhappy.
"I hope Superman can return safely."
Jerry took a sip of wine, put the money on the table, then stood up on his knees and staggered out.
His weight was too great, and every step was a torture to his knees and soles.
"Hey, if I remember correctly, Clark is your friend, right?"
Katherine had stopped playing the piano and came to Amber and whispered, "Aren't you worried about him?"
"Superman is invincible."
Amber said with her eyes closed.
After his training, Clark at this stage has passed the period of confusion early, but because of the profound teachings of his adoptive parents, his kind side has not disappeared, but has become more.
"I hope so."
Catherine shrugged: "It's time you paid me, boss."
"Huh? Is today already Wednesday?"
Amber opened her eyes, "You little girl who got into Qian's eyes, can't you wait until tomorrow?"
"Oh, dear boss, just like you have never given me a salary increase, and it is 10% lower than elsewhere. If this place wasn't safe enough, I wouldn't work for you, a vampire!"
Catherine rolled her eyes coquettishly.
"Go and get it yourself from Joseph."
Amber waved her hand, then smiled and said: "Actually, if you want to make money, it's very simple, just promise me."
"Don't even think about it!"
Catherine raised her middle finger: "I would rather play by myself than take advantage of you men!"
"Oh! That's such a shame."
Amber stopped talking.
Of course he wasn't that anxious, it was just a change in his boring life.
When the guests in the bar gradually left, the bartender Joseph began to clean up.
It's two jobs for a cent and a half.
But he didn't feel anything wrong about working more, because as an illegal immigrant, he was satisfied if he could have a good job and not have to worry about being asked to check the water meter one day.
"Boss, see you tomorrow."
"Well, there are some steaks in the kitchen, you can take them back."
Amber was still lying on the chair. He had been here for nearly four hours without getting up even once, and he kept drinking water.
Joseph looked very envious, because it meant that his boss's kidney function was very powerful.
"Thanks."
Just as he walked into the kitchen, there was a screeching sound of brakes outside.