America's Road to Wealth

The straight ball of this blow made Ikana stunned.

It's not that no one has pursued her since she was a child.

On the contrary, since she was 15 years old, she began to pay attention to her figure and adjust her image.

Those who pursue her can line up from the Brooklyn Bridge to Hudson Bay.

Among the many suitors, the method used to pursue her.

It can be described as diverse.

But no one has ever been as direct as Abel.

"Are you kidding me?" Ikana was taken aback and whispered.

"I'm serious." Abel responded with a smile.

Ikana didn't know how to respond for a while.

She just smiled at Abel and continued jogging.

Abel followed, and the two were running slowly on the Central Park track.

It's just that the previously pleasant atmosphere has become a little ambiguous and awkward.

"Hey~ brother."

Later, Ikana's bodyguard said to Abel's bodyguard:

"It looks like your boss wants to court my boss.

It's not that easy. There are many people pursuing my boss, but I haven't seen one successful one. "

The black bodyguard Johnson, as always, has a cold and iceberg face.

The Asian bodyguard Lin, with a much more kind attitude, responded with a smile:

"Not always."

Ikana's bodyguard wanted to say a few more words, but found that the two employers in front stopped.

He quickly shut up.

The reason why Ikana and Abel stopped earlier was because of Abel.

They stopped behind an old white man.

The old white man looks like a painter. He is unfolding a drawing board on the grass in Central Park, arranging many drawing tools, and sketching on the drawing board with a sketch pen.

There are many street artists and painters like the old man in Central Park.

There are similar people doing various things here every day.

"What's wrong?"

Still thinking in my heart, how to deal with Ikana, who is straight and undisguised, like Abel, and asked him curiously.

"I want to give you a gift." Abel smiled.

Ikana tensed up.

Giving a gift so soon?

Abel walked up to the white old man and patted the old man's shoulder lightly.

"Hey, painter. Talk to you about something."

“Sketch portraits for $20 a piece, fifteen minutes.

With body and movement, 40 dollars a piece, half an hour. "

The old man didn't turn his head back, he didn't stop the paintbrush in his hand, and said directly.

At this time, Ikana also came over and saw that what the old man was drawing on the drawing board was the scenery in front of Central Park.

A bear music statue, very well painted, it can be said to be lifelike.

She was thinking, does this man want this street artist to draw a sketch for her and give it to her as a gift?

If so, it is indeed quite special.

But not very special.

"No, old man, I don't need you to draw." Abel said with a smile.

"Then why are you bothering me?" The old man turned around in dissatisfaction, the corners of his mouth were already grinning, and he seemed about to curse.

But when he looked back, he found that the person who interrupted his work was a muscular, strong and tall young man.

He couldn't help swallowing the foul words that he was about to swear.

The old man looked terrified, pointed to the NYPD patrolling not far away, and then looked at Abel: "What do you want to do?"

Abel shook his head with a smile, and snapped his fingers.

Lin, an Asian bodyguard, immediately ran over with a backpack on his back.

"Give him two hundred dollars."

Lin immediately took out two hundred dollars in cash from his backpack and handed it to the old man.

The old man took it in a daze, and checked to see if it was genuine.

"U.S. $200 can help you draw ten portraits. Or five full-body portraits." Said the old man holding the dollar bill.

"I don't need you to draw. I just want to borrow your tools temporarily." Abel pointed to the drawing board and the pile of sketching tools.

"Eh, no, these are all my treasures."

"Snapped"

Abel snapped his fingers again, "Give him another two hundred dollars."

Bodyguard Lin handed over another two hundred dollars in cash.

The old man who received a total of 400 US dollars, his cloudy eyes were about to shine.

His withered lips twitched, greedy, wanting more.

Abel reacted faster and said softly:

"If it's not enough. Forget it, Lin, take our money back and leave."

The old man who opened his mouth wanting more, was startled when he saw the bodyguard Lin gesturing to reach out to take the money.

This old man who looked to be in his sixties was not as agile as he should be at this age.

He jumped up all of a sudden, and shouted loudly: "You can't take the money back, I'll give you everything. I don't want it anymore!"

After leaving such a sentence, he quickly ran away, his movements were ridiculous.

Not at all like an old man.

Bodyguard Lin looked back at the boss, who shrugged with a smile.

Lin said, "Boss, with all due respect. These things aren't worth four hundred dollars. They're worth fifty at most at a second-hand store. Even if they're brand new, they won't cost more than one hundred and twelve."

What remains of the old street painters is a somewhat worn-out drawing board.

Dozens of sheets of drawing paper, a dozen used sketch pens, a simple shrink stool and some erasers and the like.

None of these things are new, and like Lin said, none of them are valuable.

"It's okay. Let's just think that we have given this down-and-out artist a piece of good luck today." Abel said with a smile.

Even in Manhattan, New York, earning $400 a day is a high income.

Lin shrugged, "You are always so kind. But there is a little trouble coming over there."

He pointed to the southwest on the left, where there are two NYPDs, and he saw the movement here, so he walked this way.

Without Abel's instructions, Edward, the white man in the bodyguard group, took the initiative to greet him.

In the United States, it is always safer and more effective to deal with the police with a white face.

At this time, Ikana couldn't help but said, "Is this a prank?"

She refers to Abel using money to trick old street painters away.

"no."

Abel smiled: "This is a strange behavior of a male chasing a female."

Lin, who was about to retreat, heard the boss's blunt words.

I was very surprised.

In the pursuit of women, the boss has always been full of tricks.

Why has it become so straightforward? It's almost the same as Nico.

Even more vulgar than Brother Nee.

But he thought about it again, maybe the boss is prescribing the right medicine?

Out of the corner of Lin's eye, Lin peeked at Ikana's reaction.

Seeing that the latter blushed again, he froze.

This made Lin confirm.

The boss did it on purpose.

Ikana here,

She was really uncomfortable with Abel's blunt statement.

Her previous suitors, no matter how straightforward and vulgar they were, would never be like Abel.

Even with her EQ and IQ, which has experienced many battles in the mall, she doesn't know how to reply at this moment.

Fortunately, after Abel finished speaking, he sat down on the second-hand stool left by the old man.

pick up the sketch pen,

An art student who graduated from Rice University, started painting in a corner of Central Park.