Lisco's American Life

"I accept your friendship. This is my business card. If you have any questions in life in the future, you can ask me. I am still very kind to my friends."

The smile on Miles' face became a little more sincere, he patted Hill on the shoulder and said, now he looks more and more pleased with Hill.

You must know that his life was not so good during this period, because he resolutely abandoned the power of the Christmas Party, so although everyone in the parliamentarian group did not criticize his actions, because this kind of thing should not happen to anyone.

, everyone will make the same decision.

But for other forces, they don't think so. Many of his subordinates have abandoned him and sought the protection of other congressmen. The political donations he can receive and other income from the dark side have been greatly reduced.

, living standards have also dropped a lot.

Of course, it also brought about other effects, such as his opponents always staring at his mistakes and always ready to knock him down.

So of course life was like walking on thin ice, and now that Hill had given him a gift, it was at a time when he was at a low point, so naturally he felt a little more happy.

"Then it's settled. I'm still young and my social experience is not that rich. I still need more guidance from Mr. Congressman in my life."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Hill successfully used a sum of money to win over a congressman. Naturally, his face was filled with a smile. The two wine glasses clinked together, and the transaction was hidden in the feasting.

After finishing all this, Hill left the venue and completely hid himself in the corner of the reception, observing everyone in the venue.

He would do this every time he attended a cocktail party. He would carefully observe each person in a place where no one could see them. He could tell what kind of person the other person was from their movements and the circle of friends gathered around them.

Hill's face was obscured by shadows, and he took a leisurely sip of the wine in his hand.

"Hey, hey."

On the stage, Thomas, who was hosting a banquet, first tried the volume of the microphone, then adjusted the height of the microphone, and smiled at everyone in the audience.

"Everyone is welcome to attend the cocktail party I am hosting. The purpose of this cocktail party is to raise funds for the Maternal and Child Care Association. In recent years, with the development of society, the social status of women and children has improved. This is common to all of us.

We have worked hard, but for the entire country, and even the world, we have not done enough. Most of the funds raised by the association will be used to help divorced and widowed women get out of the haze, and to help welfare institutions change the living standards of young children."

Having said this, he paused and then turned his attention to the group of people in the front row of the venue.

"Here, I would like to thank all the gentlemen for their donations, which allow us to hold this charity auction. I hope that when you encounter something you like, you can donate generously and contribute to charity."

After Thomas finished speaking, he bowed and walked off the stage. Everyone in the audience burst into applause, and even Hill was not surprised.

Because he has lived in Denver all year round, Hill still has a good impression of Thomas. Everything he is doing now is a real charity. I don’t know whether it is the Virgin Heart or other reasons. Hill once investigated this person.

A well-known philanthropic person, all the funds raised by the other party were converted into materials and distributed to everyone in need of help.

This is much better than those institutions that use the guise of charity to avoid taxes or launder money. The upper class needs a person who flaunts its justice and charity, and Thomas needs charity funds. The two parties hit it off, and the other party's charity in Denver is also booming.

Moreover, Thomas has never cared who is the provider of his charity funds. Whether it is a gang boss or a drug tycoon, he will accept any donation and use the money to help those who are living in difficulty.

Thinking of this, Hill held up signs several times when he saw things he liked, and successfully took photos of several good handicrafts.

After the reception, Hill also wrote a check and threw it into the donation box. He also grew up on the street, so now that he has capital, he is willing to spend some of his savings to help others, so that the other party does not

You will follow your own path.

Furthermore, charity can improve his impression in the eyes of upper-class people, killing two birds with one stone.

Seeing Hill's actions, Thomas also smiled and raised his wine glass from a distance, thanking him for his generosity.

"Let's go."

After the matter was done, Hill called the deputy, and the group left the venue, walked straight to the parking lot, got into a commercial vehicle, and prepared to go back.

Since Hill got in the car, he started to close his eyes and rest his mind. The entertainment just now took a lot of energy from him. It was rare for him to have free time, so he naturally had to recuperate.

The car drove not far away, and the driver was a little surprised. He stared at the rearview mirror and looked into the dark night.

"What's wrong?"

The deputy asked, following the other person's line of sight and looking back, but found nothing.

Hill in the back seat also opened his eyes and stared at the driver's subordinate.

"Boss, I think someone is following us. A black car has been following us since we came out of the venue, but the distance is far away, so I'm not sure."

Upon hearing this, the deputy's first reaction was to open the storage compartment in front of him, take out a pistol from it, and check whether there were enough bullets inside.

"We don't seem to have any enemies recently. Have you heard any rumors?"

Hill frowned and thought for a moment. Since joining Lisko's banner, his old enemy has begun to accept his fate. After all, beating a dog depends on the owner, and in gang fights like Denver, unless it is a matter of life and death,

Otherwise, everyone would not directly think of ways to attack the other party's boss.

Because if this is done, other gangs will definitely follow suit, and a chaotic market will make it impossible for all gangs to gain profits.

In many places, gangs fight each other on the one hand, and there are conflicts of interest on the other. These things will follow a local way of doing things, which is the legendary rules.

Anyone who breaks the rules will be attacked by a group of people.

So Hill couldn't figure out who would be following him at this time. It seemed like he was coming with bad intentions.

No matter what, the opponent has already come over. Hill's eyes have been fixed on the back of the car. From the window, he saw a looming black car behind him. The opponent is a very shrewd stalker and controls the distance very delicately.

, no one will notice, and can always follow you.