My Strength Does Not Allow Me to Low-key

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Afterwards, Frank returned to the tavern angrily, while the bartender sighed and wiped the wine glass.

"What will happen to them?"

Of course Frank knew. The bartender had just watched the whole process and asked tentatively.

The bartender shrugged helplessly: "What else can we do? When we sober up tomorrow, we can just wait to go to court?"

"If you damage something in the store, you have to compensate someone. If you damage someone, you have to compensate someone."

"If not, you will be prosecuted for endangering public security and have to spend a few days in a hard labor camp. After you come out, you will be deported..."

Frank was also stunned after hearing this: "Is it so serious?"

"We are all young people, who hasn't made mistakes yet?"

He said, and after finishing speaking, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed.

The bartender opposite gave him a strange side glance, and then said.

"Friend, if you want to live a good life here in the future, I advise you to adjust your mentality."

"The Yanlong now is not the Yanlong before, and Bincheng is also different from other cities."

"In this city, people won't be polite to you just because you have white skin or a foreign nationality."

"In your hometown, it is true that young people can make mistakes and be forgiven, but that is in their own country."

"In your own country, your own people can pamper them. But here is Bincheng, and they won't pamper you."

"This is an elite city. It is not even an exaggeration to say that the development model of this city is the development model of future cities."

"This is not a garbage station. We collect all kinds of garbage! When you come here, you must obey the rules, or get out."

The bartender said to Frank thoughtfully while wiping the wine glass.

Frank also fell silent after hearing this. He knew that here,

They don't have any privileges anymore.

We can no longer enjoy the privilege of being superior to others like we do in other countries...

"I have been running a pub here for three years, and I live a good life here because I abide by the rules here and respect the people here."

"But there are some bastards who always think that because they have grown skin, they have privileges. I see many idiots like this every year."

"And their final outcome is naturally not particularly good."

"Some people were thrown into prison because they made mistakes, and some were deported directly back to the country."

The bartender rambled, seemingly meaningless, but actually he was kindly reminding Frank.

At this time, Frank's son, who had been silent, came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, Dad, sometimes some of your mentality needs to be adjusted!"

Although his son didn't know exactly what he did, he could more or less guess what he did.

It's just that his son never asked in detail, and now seeing his son's attitude suddenly touched Frank greatly.

Indeed, his mentality needs to be adjusted!

This country and the people here are already on an equal footing with them.

After finishing the last sip of the wine glass, the two men came out of the bar.

At this moment, the streets outside seemed to be getting colder and colder, but there were more and more people wandering on the streets.

It's as if many people suddenly emerged from the ground.

"These people hide in their rooms to sleep during the day and come out to make fun at night. It's really..."

The son looked at the guys in strange clothes and shook his head helplessly.

Only then did Frank finally see clearly that most of these guys were strangely dressed and had hair dyed in different colors.

Some men wear vampire smoky makeup, and some have green hair. Anyway, there are all kinds of ‘demons and monsters’.

It really made his scalp feel numb when he saw it.

"What's going on?"

As the two men walked back, Frank couldn't help but asked when his son was there.

The son shook his head: "It's not because Bincheng is developing better and better now, and artists from all over the world are coming!"

"What we see today is performance art. These guys come from all over the world. They like to rest during the day and come out for activities at night."

"Fortunately, they are not like people in other places who like to cause destruction everywhere..."

The son shook his head as he spoke. It was obvious that he was not very interested in these artists.

But Frank now felt as if he had traveled to the Big Apple City, the financial capital of Yalijia decades ago.

At that time, it was the golden age of the Big Apple.

As Yalijia prospered, artists from around the world flocked to the Big Apple.

The Big Apple at that time was a true melting pot.

Not only is the rapid economic development, but also various cultures and ideas are constantly colliding, generating countless sparks of thinking.

It is these open and diverse thinking that bring about brainstorming.

It has brought decades of prosperity and development to Yalijia in the future.

In particular, the emergence of Turtle Valley is inseparable from the artists who came from all over the world, as well as their descendants.

It is the appearance of these people that has greatly improved the limitations of people's thinking.

It seems that they are just bringing artistic exchanges, but in fact, the appearance of these people is like an economic prosperity index.

Wherever there is prosperity, they will appear.

And with the emergence of these people, they will bring many new ways of thinking and problem-solving models.

Once the Yanlong people absorb all their excellence, their scientific and financial development will reach a new level.

It seems that it is really time to consider changing the foyer.

Thinking of this, Frank couldn't help but take a breath of air.

The two of them walked slowly along the street. Fortunately, although the artists were dressed strangely, they were relatively easy to get along with and they were not aggressive.

The two men walked through the pedestrian street and arrived at the entrance of the underground garage in their community.

I swiped my card to enter the gate, turned a few corners, and arrived at the elevator lobby. I took the elevator directly back upstairs.

They went back to their rooms to sleep.

When Frank woke up the next day, he found that his son had disappeared.

He left breakfast on the table and a note.

It turned out that my son had gone to class and he was asked to take care of himself.

Frank smiled and shook his head. Fortunately, he had something serious to do today...

I took a look at the breakfast on the table. It was a mix of Chinese and Western dishes.

There is milk cereal, as well as steamed buns and fried dumplings, all of which are Frank's favorite foods.

But the most important thing was that he found a coffee machine in the kitchen, and he also found coffee powder from Juice King.

This made him overjoyed...