The world begins with shameless people

In the church.

Mickey exhaled a puff of smoke and started to shout in his usual arrogant tone, "Hey! The church has been sold. Everyone, move to another place immediately. Go now. I'll give you $100 each. Hurry up!"

The church is not small and spacious enough.

There were more than thirty homeless people and drug addicts hiding in there.

Hear this.

All of the poisonous ghosts suddenly became excited and moved quickly towards Mickey. Some of them even started jogging.

This is also normal.

After all, one hundred dollars can buy a lot of unique products, and gamblers only care about the unique products and don’t care where they sleep.

Relatively speaking, homeless people are a bit troublesome, especially those who have been wandering for a long time and whose brains are not normal.

Many of the homeless people simply regarded this place as their own home, so they did not move and were unwilling to lose their home for a hundred dollars.

As time passed, most people received their money and left, leaving only a dozen homeless people who cried and wailed and refused to leave.

As a Milkovich, Mickey didn't have a good temper. Seeing this, he took a puff of his cigarette, decisively pulled out the pistol from his waist, and pulled the trigger into the air.

"Yo! Isn't my language English? Get out of here!" Mickey was no longer polite and yelled.

Homeless people are also afraid of death.

Immediately, with a loud crash, the last dozen or so homeless people were so scared that they quickly picked up their broken things and ran away.

Bang~bang~bang~

Mickey grew up in the South District and knew the character of these homeless people too well. He knew that if he was a little polite, these homeless people would take advantage of him, so even if these homeless people were already moving, Mickey kept pulling the trigger.

good results.

It was only a few minutes.

Mickey was the only one left in the church, and the stench was everywhere.

"fxxk!" Mickey didn't like the smell, so he put away his gun, turned around and left.

Ding Xiu was still leaning against the car. He heard the gunshots and saw Mickey walking out with a very cool gait and grinning.

Is someone like Mickey suitable for doing serious work?

It's really not suitable.

Some people are probably supposed to be bad guys.

Mickey came to Ding Xiu, handed the remaining money to Ding Xiu, and said arrogantly, "Done."

"Thank you," Ding Xiu said without taking the money. "You can keep the money yourself."

Mickey is not a person who likes to be fussy. Since Ding Xiu said so, Mickey didn't hesitate at all. He directly stuffed a total of about a thousand dollars into his pocket, and then looked at the church with Ding Xiu, "What do you plan to do with this shithole?"

"Group headquarters," Ding Xiu replied with a smile, "I'm integrating all my businesses. When this place is ready, I'll leave an office for you?"

"..." Mickey subconsciously asked, "Do you think I look like someone who can work in an office?"

"It's quite similar. I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Ding Xiu said with a smile.

Mickey was speechless for a while, but after imagining himself sitting in the office and directing others to do their work, he finally did not refuse, "It's like what you said."

The two chatted for a while.

"Go find a group of illegal immigrants and have them clean up this place. Then, build a fence. I have to talk to the design company and start the renovation as soon as possible," Ding Xiu said as he put out his cigarette.

Mickey didn't waste any time and simply agreed, "Okay."

soon.

The two went their separate ways.

Ding Xiu first went to see a lawyer, then signed a bunch of contracts and wrote a lot of checks. After that, he talked to the lawyer about finding a good design company.

This afternoon, I was so busy that I felt dizzy.

***************

The Gallaghers.

In a sense, Frank, like Ding Xiu, was also busy and confused.

Frank has devoted all his energy to his winemaking business in an unprecedented way, and his efficiency is very high.

Time has arrived at this point.

In the Gallagher family's basement, a small brewing project has taken shape.

Don't tell me...

Comrade Frank Gallagher is truly capable. He was able to complete such a project without any guidance.

This thing is something that ordinary people can't do.

At this moment, looking at the pile of facilities in front of him, Frank smiled very happily, his face full of a sense of accomplishment, "Frank's God's Milk will definitely be famous all over the world!"

After muttering to himself confidently, Frank turned and went upstairs to look for other necessary equipment.

In the kitchen on the first floor, Sammy was busy preparing dinner. As soon as she saw Frank, she immediately greeted him excitedly, "Daddy, dinner is about to start. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

What kind of person is Frank?

It is Frank's usual practice to cross the river and destroy the bridge, and abandon it after use.

Now, Frank no longer needs Sammy, his crazy daughter, so he didn't even look at Sammy and kept walking, "Whatever."

“Daddy…” Although Sammy was quite nervous, she was not stupid enough not to notice the change in Frank’s attitude towards her in recent days.

Sammy, who was desperately lacking love and wanted a daddy, couldn't stand Frank's attitude and wanted Frank to return to the way he was before.

Hearing the word daddy, Frank felt annoyed. He quickly quickened his pace and walked out of the house.

Faced with Frank's behavior, Sammy felt very aggrieved.

At this time.

Fiona, who saw this scene in the living room, walked to Sammy happily and said with a smile, "You'll get used to it. You are no longer of any use to Frank."

"He will only care about himself and never about you."

"Before, he was about to die and needed you to take care of him, so he behaved like that."

"You don't think he really cares about you."

Every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing Sammy's heart.

Sammy didn't want to believe it and shook her head instinctively, "Daddy is not that kind of person. He is not like that. You have a misunderstanding of him."

"Haha," Fiona sneered, too lazy to say more, walked straight to the refrigerator, took two bottles of beer, and returned to the living room.

Sammy was still stunned, and Frank's performance over the past few days replayed in her mind.

Fiona ignored Sammy and sat down next to Jimmy on the sofa. She handed Jimmy a bottle of beer, opened another one for herself, and gulped down a few gulps.

at this time.

The phone rang, it was a text message.

Fiona took out her cell phone and saw that it was a message from Mike, so she immediately moved the phone away so that Jimmy couldn't see it.

[How about going camping tomorrow night? A lot of people will go there...] Mike said in the text message.

In such a text message, it is obvious between the lines that he wants to fxxk Fiona.

Fiona subconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, smiled, and replied, "Let me think about it."

After replying and putting away her phone, Fiona looked at Jimmy and asked, "When are you leaving tomorrow?"