Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

On the vast blue ocean, the yacht drifting with the current is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The handsome men and women gather together, enjoy endless delicious food and wine, and never get tired of the moving figure. Without the constraints of reality and morality, they can play freely. The crowd sang and danced, regardless of each other.

Roger took out a bag of dollar bills and distributed them to the men: "Guys, come on! Small denomination dollar bills, the favorite of drug dealers, come and get some!"

Everyone stretched out their hands to receive money, and An Feng also took some. The denominations were not large, and they were all ten or twenty dollars, but the cumulative amount was quite a lot. Roger, wearing sunglasses, stood in front of the crowd, shaking a wad of money in his hand: "Girls! See? These are all prepared for you!"

Roger threw a handful of money into the sky, and dollar bills flew all over the sky. Yanmas in cool bikinis laughed and picked up and grabbed them. Roger coughed a few times, and then said: "There are more here, as long as you perform well and satisfy my friends, the money will be yours! Now, show your skills quickly !"

An Feng weighed the few stacks of dollar bills in his hand. Although they were of small denominations, they added up to tens of thousands. Those models and babes who made extra money found their targets one after another, and showed off their enchanting looks in front of men. . Just now that red-haired foreign horse came to An Feng and performed a hot dance of wanting to welcome and rejecting. Her only task was to satisfy An Feng, and then put all the money on her.

The game the men play is simple: pay the girls to show off their beauty. Money can make them break through the bottom line again and again, touching each other, kissing with their companions, and even breaking the eighteenth ban... while the men who control wealth are high above them, playing with them wantonly...

After an afternoon of frenzied mischief on the yacht, the excitement shifted to the ground again, and there was a male and female carnival party. Afterwards, I couldn't stand it any longer, so An Feng returned to the hotel with his arms around the Yanmars. The sky was dark... Woke up the next day Come on, apart from being uncomfortable, there is also a piece of emptiness in my heart.

He turned his head and looked at the naked horses around him. There was a strange smell mixed with alcohol, perfume, sweat and body fluid that could not be dispelled in the air. It smelled uncomfortable. Thinking back to every time I went to Roger's young people's party, there was always a scene of absurdity and relationship confusion.

After a while, some people find it exciting, but An Feng feels that the only thing that comes from indulgence and crazy play is the headache and confusion afterwards. When he wakes up, he remembers the whole process, either the woman sat on him and rode a horse, or he pressed the woman to stir up, No communication, no emotion, looking at strange faces of false happiness dominated by money. In retrospect, I feel like a beast that only knows how to mate.

He doesn't know what he's after, sex without love?

He got out of bed with a headache, found some clothes on the floor that he could wear, and called Guli from the landline in the living room, asking him to pick him up. Hang up the phone and go to the bathroom to fill up the water, wash your face in front of the sink, look at yourself in the mirror with a pale face, and smile wryly, the consequences are very serious.

Wipe off your face and leave the hotel.

Gu Li parked his car downstairs, An Feng got in the car, Gu Li asked, "Where are you going?"

"Shopping mall." An Feng leaned on the seat and said with his head raised.

"The clothes on your body are very strange." Gu Li said.

"I know." An Feng was helpless. Of course it was strange. Anyway, when he returned to the shore, he only had a pair of beach pants. These mixed and matched clothes belonged to others. , or hide in the hotel and wait for rescue.

But...it's none of your business. Hanging up high, I took the wallet from Gu Li, took out the bank card inside, went to the mall and walked around, and changed my outfit when I came out. I was too lazy to choose a black suit and white shirt, but Not everyone's laziness can be worn like An Feng.

I went back to the hotel to catch up on sleep, but woke up after a short sleep, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze. At this time, I specially hope that there will be like-minded women cuddling with each other. I have no other thoughts, just enjoy the warmth of this afternoon, but for some reason, when he fantasizes about this scene, there is always a familiar woman in his mind. The figure... He turned around in annoyance and hugged a pillow, chatting for comfort.

He felt that he had fallen into a vicious circle of luxury and money, only looking at money, wanting to exchange it for everything he could enjoy, guts, courage, and the crazy pursuit of material comfort, advocating consumption... But through the veil of vanity, he saw All you get is hypocrisy, ugliness and exhaustion.

...

An Feng couldn't sleep at night, refused Gu Li's pick-up, drove out by himself, wandered alone in the street, and found a bar aimlessly.

The bar has an elegant style, there are many handsome men and women, it looks like a high-end place. An Feng came to the bar and asked the bartender for a glass of whiskey.

"With ice?" the bartender asked.

"I don't add anything." An Feng shook his head, and took the glass from the bartender. Drinking pure whiskey is the way tough men drink, and a tumbler is a must.

After a quick bite, the strong personality of the whiskey directly impacts the senses, and its original color and taste are best reflected. Then there was a moment of silence, the music in the bar was brisk, and there were people coming and going, but he turned a blind eye, his eyes were out of focus, and he always felt that something was missing in his heart.

A gust of fragrant wind blew, and a Yanma with big white legs and a short skirt tightly wrapped around the buttocks came to the side, leaning against the bar, staring at the silent An Feng for several seconds with light blue eyes, seeing him not Impressed, he took the initiative to say hello: "Hey, don't you want me to have a drink?"

An Feng had no choice but to say, "Take this lady to drink..."

"Dry martini," Yanmar said. "My name is Juliet."

"Bruce." An Feng said casually, continued to drink his wine, and did not intend to continue the conversation. Juliet said curiously: "You are such a strange person. I have watched you for a long time. From the way you drink whiskey, I feel that you are a man with a story."

An Feng cherishes words like gold: "Because I'm thinking about something."

Juliet took a sip of her cocktail and asked, "Can you share your... troubles?"

An Feng didn't want to say it at first, but he was really bored in his heart, so he said, "I wonder if money can only buy false feelings."

Juliet heard this and said: "It depends on how much money you have, but a person like you... is wearing an expensive suit, and the watch on his wrist may not be able to buy it for less than a hundred thousand, and there is no tie, which proves that your daily life You also dress like this. So you are a rich man who has no shortage of money but no affection!"

An Feng said, "You just speculate, but you didn't answer."

Juliet shook her head: "I don't know, but I know that money can make most women ignore your race, figure, appearance, and even gender. Without money, it will only lead to constant small conflicts in the family. Small quarrels, seven days of big quarrels, always worrying about some trivial things in life."

An Feng smiled bitterly: "This is not a good answer."

Juliet smiled: "Because this is a boring question that rich people like you would consider."

An Feng shrugged: "Maybe."

The phone rang, and he picked it up to answer: "Hi, Roger!"

"Hey, Bruce, there's another big one the day after tomorrow, for young people, handsome men and women—"

An Feng had a headache: "Oh no! You should leave it to other young people!"

"What's wrong? Your girlfriend is back?" Roger said on the other end.

An Feng said, "No, I just want to be alone."

"Well, it's really hard to understand, but I respect your wishes! I wish you a happy life and make adjustments. Welcome to a better life with me next time!"

"Okay." An Feng hung up the phone.

Seeing him put down the phone, Juliet said, "It seems that the troubles you encountered are really serious."

An Feng threw the phone on the bar, just took a sip of wine, the call came again, and he answered: "Hello?"

"Hi, Bruce! How are you doing?" Katrina's voice, which she hadn't seen for a long time, came.

"It's not enough." An Feng said.

Katilina said: "The tone is a little tired, let me guess, is it working on a woman, is there more than one woman around?"

An Feng smiled: "Yes, there are many."

Katilina's voice softened: "Are you free to come to my side? I haven't eaten yours for a long time, and I miss it a little... Other people's are always not as hard and powerful as yours."

An Feng smiled: "No, I have a companion by my side, and I can't get away."

Katilina said, "It's a pity, I have a lot of hot girls here - come on, girls! Say hello to the majority owner of our magazine!"

A group of women shouted on the phone: "Hi Bruce! We love your dajiba!"

"Pfft!" An Feng sprayed the wine, and the bartender on the opposite side suffered, he hurriedly apologized: "I'm so sorry!"

The bartender was very personable—especially after An Feng handed him a handful of dollars of varying denominations, even if An Feng punched him in the face, he would probably greet him with a smile. This scene made Juliet stunned. She really didn't understand the world of rich people. This handful of dollar bills was at least thousands of dollars.

On the other end of the phone was Katilina's laughter: "Are you sure you can't come? There are a lot of people!"

An Feng took the tissue from the bartender and wiped his mouth: "I don't have time to go."

"Oh, that's a pity, then I'll just have to look for other mammoths," Katilina said.

"I wish you a good time." An Feng said, after hanging up the phone, he tapped her number a few times, moving his thumb back and forth, and finally moved it to the blacklist.

Juliet saw this scene: "Did she do something sorry to you?"

An Feng shook his head: "No, she and I are just ordinary friends, and we are free to do whatever we want... It's just that I don't have as strong a desire to pursue as before."

Juliet was disappointed: "Then you must not be interested in me tonight. I dressed up all night, but the first time I mustered up the courage to talk to a man, I still failed."

An Feng snapped his fingers at the bartender: "I'll buy you another drink."