The world begins with shameless people

South District, in front of the dilapidated building.

Ding Xiu smiled at Karl, "My personal suggestion is that you should not only go to school, but also really try to see if you can learn something."

"Because, in my opinion, culture determines a person's bottom line."

"Without this lower limit, if you want to do something in the future, you won't even be able to get through the door and will be rejected."

"For example, if I hand over this club to you in a few years, you won't be able to do it. You can only be a bodyguard at best."

When Karl heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, “Being a bodyguard is great, I can beat up anyone I’m unhappy with, it’s perfect for me!”

Ding Xiu: "..."

Well, there is indeed nothing wrong with what Karl said.

Ding Xiu couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, then reached out and touched Karl's head, "Maybe, then let me ask you, do you want to be a bodyguard for life?"

"Being a bodyguard for a lifetime and making so little money, you can probably only find a tough wife here in the South District."

Carl heard this, was surprised and frowned.

Carl doesn't want a tough wife, he wants a wife like Bianca.

"When you have time, think carefully about what kind of life you want to live in the future. Will you live a life like Frank, where you just get by from day to day, or a life like Fiona, where you have to work yourself to death and have to please others."

"I may not always be here. When I'm gone, it won't be as easy for you to make money as it is now."

"Understand?"

Karl was startled again, and looked up at Ding Xiu with wide eyes, “Are you leaving?”

Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Not for now, but who knows what will happen in the future."

Carl was silent, thinking.

Ding Xiu waited for a while without saying anything more. After all, Karl was too young, and saying anything more would be useless and counterproductive. So he just smiled and said, "Okay, let's go back."

Karl nodded and silently followed Ding Xiu to the restaurant.

When he returned to the restaurant, he saw Mickey, who had left for something earlier, coming back. Carl didn't delay, said goodbye to Ding Xiu, and got into Mickey's car with Liam.

In the car.

Karl sincerely felt that he couldn't understand what Ding Xiu said with his own brain, so he asked Mickey, "Mickey, I want to ask you something."

Mickey, with a cigarette in his mouth, heard this and replied bluntly, "Fart if you want to."

Karl was used to it, no nonsense, “I just told Ding Xiu that I don’t want to go to school…”

Karl roughly repeated what Ding Xiu said.

Finally, Carl looked at Mickey and said, "You are not educated either, but you are doing well."

“????” Mickey glared when he heard that. Although he knew Carl didn’t mean any other thing by saying that, he still felt unhappy when he heard it.

then.

Mickey slapped Carl on the head, but of course not too hard.

"Who are you calling uneducated?" Mickey retorted.

Carl: "?????? You are uneducated to begin with, am I right?"

Mickey: "..."

have to.

I really can't afford to offend a mentally retarded person, there's nothing I can do.

Mickey didn't do anything else. He took a long drag on his cigarette and changed the subject. "You still have one year left to go to junior high school, right?"

Karl nodded, “Only if I can go to junior high school. I’m afraid it’s a bit difficult. I failed several subjects.”

Mickey: “…..”

What can be said?

It takes real talent to run a primary school like this.

Mickey took another long drag on his cigarette and said, "Give it a try. It shouldn't be that difficult. I was able to go to junior high school with just a little effort. You can't be worse than me."

Carl was unsure, "I'm afraid it's worse than you."

"Shut up," Mickey found that discussing this kind of problem with Carl would easily make him angry, so he couldn't help but scold him, and then said, "Anyway, I suggest you give it a try, just for a year."

"As for what you said, I'm uneducated, but I'm living a pretty good life...Have you forgotten what kind of person I was before?"

"If it weren't for Ding Xiu, I would probably be in a juvenile detention center now, and then next year, when I become an adult, I would probably go to prison."

"Do you think that kind of life is a good one?"

Karl had never thought about it in this direction. He was stunned and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mickey felt that it was about time, so he prepared to end the topic, "Karl, this matter depends on what you think."

"If you want to continue living like your Gallagher family in the future, then it's up to you. It doesn't matter whether you go to school or not."

"If you don't want to, and want to live a good life, then just follow what Ding Xiu said and try to learn."

"There are some things that you don't learn in school, but you still have to learn when you enter society, but the price you pay will be higher."

Karl felt that these questions were too complicated and nodded irritably.

Mickey didn't like talking about this kind of thing either. Seeing Carl's reaction, he was too lazy to say anything more and just concentrated on driving and going shopping.

After a busy summer, Mickey has some money on hand and is going to spend it... not all of it, but most of it.

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Still under the scorching sun.

Sammy pushed Frank all the way.

When they were near the street where the Elibor bar was, Frank suddenly changed his mind, "Sammy, push me to Elibor."

Sammy was really worried when she heard this, "Oh, Daddy, the doctor said you can't drink alcohol now, let's go home."

"I don't drink, I just go and smell the alcohol," Frank said firmly.

Sammy hesitated for a moment, and had no choice but to push Frank towards Elber.

This time in the afternoon.

There were only a few idle people in Ellebury, chatting and wasting their time, most of whom were regular customers of Ellebury, that is, those old drunkards.

Sammy pushed Frank in.

The old drunkards were more or less surprised to see Frank appear.

"Jesus, Frank, I thought you were dead."

"I swear I saw your obituary in the paper the other day."

"Why do I remember that you were actually dead?"

"..."

A group of old drunkards laughed and said so in surprise.

Frank was not annoyed. He felt very comfortable from the inside out when he came here. He took a deep breath and sniffed the smell of alcohol. Then, he smiled triumphantly, "Fuck you all!!!"

"Even if you are all dead, I, Frank, will definitely still be alive and well!"

"Just wait, when you die, I promise to spit on your grave!"

Hear the words.

The drunkards were not annoyed either, they all smiled.

The fact is, even if Frank was indeed a scumbag, for a group of alcoholics, they had been drinking together in Elber for so many years that they had really developed feelings for him. They were still happy to see that Frank was not dead.

Accompanied by this joy.

The drunkards laughed and made noises again.

"Haha, let's make a bet."

"Let's see who dies first."

"Frank, to celebrate your escape from death, I'll buy you a drink."

"..."

Frank smiled happily. He really liked this place. "The doctor said I can't drink alcohol yet, but I've got this. You all owe me a glass of wine. Wait a week and I'll come after you."

A group of drunkards heard it.

"Fuck off!"

"Haha, it's too late to wait."

"If you don't drink, what are you doing here?"

"..."