My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After a night of heavy snow, the sky is clear and blue.

The long-lost sunshine also shone on the small town, and many people walked out of their homes to enjoy the rare warm sunshine in winter.

After Ethan got up, he cleared the snow and went straight to Davis Bar.

"Good morning."

With money in his pocket, he was in a good mood and showed his white teeth when he opened the wooden door.

"morning!"

The old bartender chewed on a thick cigar and puffed out smoke happily: "The weather is very good today. This guest, what would you like to have? All wrapped in candy."

Although he had only slept for a few hours, he still seemed very energetic.

"if it is possible."

Ethan touched his belly and said cheerfully: "Please give me a glass of bourbon, two eggs and a steak."

“Dealing with snow is a physical job.”

"It'll be ready soon."

Candy poured him half a glass of wine, knocked on the bar and walked inside: "Excellent filet mignon, my craftsmanship guarantees your satisfaction."

In addition to drinks, Davis Bar also offers food service.

The old boxer's cooking skills are also outstanding.

The cast iron pan can fry the steak until it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma is fragrant, but this guy is lazy and will focus on selling wine after cooking a certain amount of meals every day.

In just two or three minutes, the greasy filet mignon was served to the bar.

There are a few small tomatoes scattered next to it.

Paired with a soft-boiled omelette, it looks appetizing.

"Thanks."

Ethan grabbed the knife and fork and couldn't wait to taste it: "Where is our bald friend?"

"Already returned to New York."

Pushing a piece of paper in front of him, Candy smiled and grabbed the cigar on the ashtray and took a few puffs: "He asked me to tell you that this is for safety, although that bastard really wants to stay."

"But the best option is that he has never been to Banshee Town during this time."

"You know, strangers are always the first suspect."

The embers of the cigar rekindled and puffs of smoke erupted.

The old bartender's dark fingers trembled and he tapped hard on the note placed in front of Ethan.

There are parts and components, a total of nine hundred and thirty-five thousand six hundred and twenty-three yuan.

This money is the harvest from last night.

Ethan put the tender and juicy filet mignon into his mouth and raised his eyebrows with a smile. This amount is actually very good.

After all, no matter how much money a sole trader can make, it still takes time to accumulate.

Watts had a lot of people to support.

Still have to pay tribute.

This money would probably make that guy feel bad.

Especially since the strip club was damaged and needed to be renovated, plus those injured, the damage to the Aryan Brotherhood should have exceeded $1.5 million.

The plan to weaken the enemy was very successful.

Ethan nodded with satisfaction.

This feeling of being in the dark while the enemy is in the open, and grabbing and beating each other is quite good.

"You're fifty percent."

Candy lit a match and threw the burning note into the ashtray: "Jab and I each have 25 percent. You can take the money away later and don't say anything. This is a unanimous decision between him and me. "

Looking at Ethan seriously, he scratched his gray beard: "It can't be divided equally. This is too unfair to you."

"You provide the information and weapons."

"We've taken advantage of it."

He stretched out his fist and said with a smile: "Believing in the wisdom of an old bartender is the best way to make our friendship last forever."

Even if it is only 25%, it still represents a profit of more than 200,000.

The old bartender said he was very satisfied.

He might not be able to save more than 200,000 yuan for seven or eight years by opening this bar, but he didn't have any dissatisfaction.

"All right!"

Ethan chewed the beef and bumped fists with the other party: "As you wish."

He won't think that the other party is not worth the money.

What Jabo and Candy did was not just follow the shooting, or just drive to respond, but they were able to stand up and help without saying a word when something happened, and everyone would face the same enemy afterwards.

These are risks they have to take.

However, they feel that the distribution should be based on contribution, and they have no objection.

He really doesn't care about the money.

But as Candy said, this method can make their friendship last longer, so that no matter what happens in the future, everyone will think of doing their part, instead of being a drag.

Eating breakfast leisurely, the two chatted about various things in the town.

Ethan has adapted to this life now.

There is no need to deal with various cases in a hurry. Sometimes it is a good choice to slow down.

"Buzz."

Just as he finished clearing the plates, the phone next to him vibrated.

"This is Morgan."

Wiping the corners of his mouth, he picked up the phone.

"it's me."

The voice of the female chief on the opposite side sounded very happy: "Go to the Starbucks in town in half an hour. Senator Schumacher will take you to the Republican branch to register."

"By the way, there's no need to dress too formally."

“But be polite.”

"Please."

Ethan shrugged and said with a smile: "I can't go out in my underwear, right?"

After a few words, he hung up the phone.

He already had an extremely standard figure, and the clothes he wore were even more expensive. A woolen coat alone cost more than three thousand US dollars. With the combination of each other, he was confident that few people in Banshee Town could surpass him in appearance.

Noticing Candy's curious expression.

Ethan took a sip of whiskey and showed his white teeth: "The mayor's plan starts from now on."

Starbucks.

The Dodge Challenger stopped near the roadside, and Ethan closed the door.

In front, parked was a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz.

That was the Chieftain's car.

The car in front of the Mercedes-Benz had a Washington, D.C. license plate. If nothing else happened, Senator Schumacher was already here.

In fact, in informal settings, politicians, big and small, always like to present themselves as people-friendly.

So meeting in a coffee shop is not a big deal.

The outdoor seats on the sidewalk were stained with snowflakes. It was here that I met Hank for the first time. Time passed as quickly as Jordan dealt with defensive players.

He shook his clothes with emotion and strode into the coffee shop.

Indoor corner.

The female chief sat face to face with a white man in a booth, with her female assistant and bodyguards next to her.

"Nora."

Ethan walked over with a smile and nodded slightly to the man: "Sorry, I'm late."

"You must be Senator Schumacher, right?"

Actually, I'm not late.

The time even advanced by a minute, but it didn't affect him from saying those words.

The senator named Schumacher looks to be in his fifties, with gray hair and a tall nose that makes his face look very resolute.

Wearing a black custom-made suit, he looked full of energy.

A pair of deep eyes were also looking at Ethan.

"You're not late, you're on time."

He stood up with a trace of doubt and held Ethan's hand firmly: "But, have we met somewhere?" (End of Chapter)