[Comprehensive] Clown training game

When Mr. J came home, Lucy was still at work, and his girlfriend was such a hardworking and capable girl.

A good-for-nothing Wall Street boy is secretly proud for a moment, showing off his wife on Facebook every day, and mentioning the afternoon "coffee incident" and the new sandwich stand.

Although it's a pity that I can't eat mustard hot dogs, but the egg sandwich tastes good, and Mrs. Lawton is also very beautiful (strike out the last sentence, but don't let Lucy see it!)

The point is that Mr. J and his wife from the sandwich stand hit it off right away, as if they were close friends many years ago.Especially for Mrs. Lawton, it feels like the two of them have the same brain circuit.

Mr. J likes the feeling of posting on Facebook. Sometimes he feels like a groundhog. He likes to record all the good and bad memories. When he gets old in the future, he can read them slowly, just like looking back own life.

He has never been a great person, and he may not be able to do any great things in his life.But even so, he doesn't want to be mediocre all his life, without even a single thing worth remembering.

Opening the refrigerator, Mr. J made himself a pasta with creamy mushrooms. While tasting the delicious food, he read today's financial news.Suddenly, the computer beeped, saying that someone had left him a message on Facebook.

It should be Lucy, or a few other friends.

Mr. J clicked casually, but was surprised to find that the profile picture of the person who left the message looked very familiar... Slot, isn't this Patrick Bateman?Why does he read my facebook?Why does he pay attention?Why did he leave a message! ! !

Devil Bateman, the elite of the Wall Street elite, is only one step away from the financial bigwigs.

According to the assumption, it must be too busy to touch the ground, and the people who come and go are all big figures from all walks of life.When did he have time to search the Facebook of an ordinary colleague and leave a message for himself?

[Don't worry about the suit, it's already been sent for dry cleaning, and besides, I also like coffee-scented perfume (smiley face symbol), there is a party at my house tomorrow night, do you want to attend?Let me introduce you to some good friends. ]

Whoa, Bateman's high party and introducing him to friends?

For Wall Streeters, connections mean intelligence, and intelligence means everything.How about that old saying?In the new era, information is power (Imformantionispower).

But the boss promoted a little transparent, which made Mr. J a little flustered. He was so worried that he couldn't think of anything to reply to Bateman. In the end, he just sent an okay emoji with "Thank you" "I forgot to add it.

After the noodles were finished, Lucy sent a text message saying that she had to work overtime, and it was another lonely bowl, oh, his girlfriend is really motivated.

Suddenly, the TV in the living room turned on by itself.

Mr. J rubbed his eyes sleepily. When the TV was turned off before, it was fixed on a sports channel, but at this moment the TV was more like a talk show.All shots are of a man hiding in the shadows, who speaks towards him.

But the noise of the TV is too heavy, that is the kind of "rustling" sound when it is covered with snowflakes. Mr. J didn't hear a word, only saw the half-open mouth of the man talking and talking, and it seemed that something happened to the TV. The problem is that even the color has changed, making the faces of the guests on TV distorted, and their skin colors are all blue-green.

"...to...everyone...it's not real."

When the TV turned off by itself and there was a puff of smoke, Mr. J managed to catch a few words.But before he had time to think too much, he let out a scream.

Ahhhhhhh, he just bought a TV that hasn't been used for half a year!

Without a TV, how does he watch his favorite football game, what does his girlfriend use to catch up with DC’s big animation movies, and it is said that there are new DC TV series, one is called "Gotham" and the other is called "Titan" .

Heart stuffed, Lucy will kill him, oh my poor TV.

But no matter how distressed, there is nothing to say when things are over. The negative effects of drunkenness are still there. Mr. J shook his dizzy head, took a shower and fell asleep first.

Therefore, he did not see that after he left the living room, the burnt-out TV turned on by itself.This time, there is still no sound, but the picture is not so distorted, and the person speaking to the camera can be clearly seen.

He has bright green hair, a pale complexion, and a purple suit with a plastic corsage pinned to his chest.But the weirdest thing was the bright red corners of his mouth raised. The arc was so wide that it was completely impossible for normal people to do it.

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth. Even though the TV was silent, he seemed to be able to hear the sharp laughter penetrating in his mind.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--

Lucy didn't know when she came back, and she didn't know when she went to work again. She just left a label on the table and told Mr. J that when she came home last night, she bought some Chinese food by the way. Love General Tso's Chicken.

Mr. J sighed helplessly, scratched his hair, and left another sentence on the note: "I'm going to a colleague's party tonight, you know, to meet some contacts, and I won't come back for dinner tonight."

He thought for a while, and added: "Call me if you have anything to do, baby, I love you."

Bateman's party, like his family's mansion, is all in Mr. J's imagination.

All in all, how to be high-profile, how to be extravagant.This is also a method used by Wall Street stockbrokers to prove their strength. The more they show off, the more respect they get and the trust of their clients.

Would you trust the stock investment decisions of a broker who lives in a ghetto diner?

Bateman is still so funny and charming, he shuttles between various guests and arranges various party affairs.For example, the wine is gone, for example, which guest has gone crazy or made a fuss again.He seems to be able to put a smile on that face and settle everything.

This kind of ability makes Mr. J feel inferior, or he can finally reach that height after working hard for several years.

At that time, he will be able to give his beloved Lucy the best.

"You're here, J, come here." Bateman saw him, and he came over and grabbed his shoulders without any hesitation. Can't break free.

As Bateman said, he brought him to know many members of those top golf clubs.Regardless of whether Mr. J is a small agent or not, people in the mall never slap a smiley face on someone, nor do they say what they say or do what they say.

What's more, with Bateman's face, everyone was very polite, and even talked with Mr. J very enthusiastically, and exchanged business cards.No matter what the other party thinks, at least be as polite and respectful as when receiving Mr. J's business card, and put it in the same box for safekeeping.

"He will achieve something. I knew from the first moment I saw him that he was not someone unknown."

Bateman talked about the old Wall Street stalks of "nobody" and "somebody" again. His hands never left Mr. J's shoulders, and the strong smell of alcohol came from his ears. That extremely absurd feeling flooded my mind.

It's a messy scene, Mr. J said silently in his heart, it's ridiculous, it's nonsense.

People laughed and laughed all night, and they didn't disperse until dawn, and the servants were tidying up the mansion.Bateman stood at the long snack table, writing checks for the food and wine contractors.

After staying up all night, he never stopped talking to people, drinking and joking, but Bateman can be so energetic, which makes Mr. J who can't even open his eyes even more useless.

"Are you okay? Do you want some sober medicine? I'll get you a bottle of soda." Bateman still said politely and kindly, no, no, this is not his way of speaking, let alone with such kind of expression.

Even in his playboy guise, he's more... wait, who is he?What disguise?

"No, it's okay, I just drank too much again, just get used to it, I always have to get used to it, just like you." Mr. J distanced himself from Bateman, he felt a voice in his heart reminding him , stay away from everything that is not normal.

It's not real (It's notreal)

The sudden sentence came back to my mind, it was said by the guest who couldn't see his face on TV yesterday.But what is he thinking?What does this have to do with his life?The TV guest mostly said something else.

"You live in this house alone." Mr. J tried to change the topic, "No girlfriend?"

"There have been a few, but unfortunately, they all ended in a breakup."

"Wow, sorry."

"It's okay, actually it's a good thing, because I've found that I prefer to be single. The aristocratic life of one person, and throw as many parties as you want, no one can control you."

Bateman's hair was finally no longer so neat after the party. His black hair was gently blown by the night wind, and his shirt was unbuttoned to the third button. A touch of laziness and evil.

He may not be the kind of good guy on the surface, no, it should be said that there are not many good people on Wall Street.

But why did Bateman reach out to help him instead of pursuing the spilled coffee? Mr. J doesn't believe in any damn "I want to be friends with you as soon as we see each other", but if you have to talk about conspiracy, what can you gain from yourself?

"And you, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Only that one, we plan to get married in two years, when I earn more money." When talking about Lucy, Mr. J had a silly smile on his face again, and he didn't see the more gloomy look in Bateman's eyes blue.

"Really? That's really great, it makes people envious, no, even a little jealous." Bateman said with a smile, "Then why don't you go back early so that your girlfriend won't worry. By the way, what's her name?"

"Lucy."

"Nice name." Bateman licked his lips. "I also knew a Lucy. It seems that everyone named Lucy is beautiful. It's really unfair to girls with other names."

Mr. J couldn't tell whether he was trying to make a joke or something, probably because he drank too much wine again, and he felt that dizzy feeling again.It's strange, since when did he drink so badly, he's obviously under control tonight.

"Go home early, you still have to go to work." Bateman patted him on the shoulder.

Mr. J is out of his mind now, but he also understood the meaning of chasing guests in the words, nodded, greeted and left.

The guests until the cleaning also left.

Bateman stared at the rising sun in the sky, and looked at the handsome but expressionless face reflected in the glass window.The next moment, he crushed the cup in his hand, then picked up the phone, and he didn't know what number he dialed, but said in an extremely tough and rude tone.

He roughly tore off the tie, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Now, yes, right now, here are two."