"What about Ajit's idea?"

On the bar, Duka put away a few wine glasses and asked.

"Haha, do you know what he wrote? The protagonist he wrote is a cowboy who does all evil. He came to a small town in the west alone. When he went there, he happened to encounter a duel between two groups. Whoever wins is the boss of the town.

.In the end, the protagonist takes action, shoots three apples with three shots, wins the game, becomes the local boss, and marries a beautiful rich woman."

"That's it?"

Duka raised his eyebrows.

"On the night of the wedding, the rich woman shot and killed the protagonist and became the local boss. How did it feel?"

Quentin laughed.

"No, the twist is too blunt. It's better to write about the protagonist rescuing a rich woman from a gangster. No, a young and beautiful blonde with long legs. After going through some hardships, the two fell in love with each other..."

"Stop, stop talking!"

Quentin waved his hand, frowned and said with a sad expression,

"Compared to his creativity, your idea is more boring, boring, vulgar, and unoriginal. If I were to rate your idea out of ten, I would give him 5 points, and you would be at most 1 point."

"Is mine that bad? Many movies are shot like this."

Duca retorted.

"So your story is vulgar and has nothing new. If you let me design it..."

Quentin touched his chin, frowned, and stared at the wall quietly without moving for three minutes.

Silly!

Duca shook his head and took the tray into the warehouse to prepare the materials needed to make cocktails in the evening.

After Ajit left, the bar reopened for business.

At around six o'clock, the nightlife for office workers began. People who came to the bar to drink and dance came in in groups, and the atmosphere in the hall gradually became lively.

When Duka came out of the warehouse with the basket, a group of people gathered in the booth area. Cardoso stood in the middle of the crowd, dancing and talking about what happened in the afternoon, saying that he shot Ajit boss and Ajit away with three shots.

Te had more than thirty people under his command, which tripled his number at once.

There were more than 20 guests nearby, listening to his explanation, and there were exclamations and admirations from time to time.

Duca frowned, and when Cardoso finished speaking, he pulled him out of the crowd.

"Hehe~ Boss, do you have something to do with me?"

Cardoso grinned with big white teeth and a dog-legged look on his face.

After he shot Ajit away, everyone in the bar basically became his lackeys, including Fat Tom, at least on the surface.

"Cardoso, you are very brave and dare to speak ill of Ajit openly. Aren't you afraid that he will come to trouble you?"

"Don't be afraid. With boss like you, a sharpshooter, I'm not afraid of anything."

Cardoso said, patting his chest.

Duka shook his head, "I'm here when I'm at work, what should I do after get off work? He randomly sends a boy over to chop you with a knife, what should you do?"

"Uh~"

Cardoso scratched his hair and said, "Boss, what I said is the truth, and I didn't say anything bad about him."

"It's better not to talk about this matter. If you really offend him or his men, what should I do if they come with machine guns? No matter how accurate my marksmanship is, I can't kill dozens of light and heavy machine guns. In the end, you will be the unlucky ones. Think about it carefully.

think."

Duca patted him on the shoulder and returned to the bar.

"Then what should we do? As I said just now, Marco Javier and others also say it to everyone. They are more exaggerated than me. If Ajit hears it, will he come to trouble us?"

Cardoso said with a frown.

"After a while, you quietly tell the guests that what happened in the afternoon was the idea of ​​you and Tom. Those wine bottles are the props you borrowed from the crew. When I shoot, you quietly turn on the mechanism, and Peng

~The bottle exploded, as if it had been shot."

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"Ah? Is that okay?"

Cardoso blinked.

"Of course. You just said that I hit three wine bottles from 80 meters away. Did they not believe it? That's right. You said that we were prepared in advance and used prop wine bottles to cheat. They must believe this more.

statement.

While talking, you can praise Tom more and say that it was all because of his good command and that everyone worked together to scare away the gangsters. When Tom hears this, he may give you a salary increase."

Duca smiled.

"Eh~ It seems to make sense. Wait, what if Ajit hears this? He thinks we are lying to him and will bring someone here to make trouble."

"Don't worry, he was at the scene that day. He knows whether it is true or not."

"Okay, then I'll do as you say, praise Tom more, and hope he can really give me a salary increase."

Cardoso returned to the booth area, found Marco and discussed it with others, and then remade a story to tell to those who came after him.

In the new story, the fat Tom Loomis became a wise man who strategized and used a little trick to successfully scare away Ajit and his gang.

In addition, other bar employees also contributed to this crisis.

In short, everyone worked together to maintain the peace of the bar.

After a while, Tom came down from the office upstairs and was surrounded by drinkers as soon as he appeared. Everyone praised him for being smart, brave and fearless, and for being a great fat man.

ah?

Tom looked confused. I just went upstairs and changed my clothes. Why did I suddenly become so powerful?

"Boss, that's it."

Cardoso immediately came up and started chattering.

"Uh, is that okay?"

Tom blinked, with a little joy on his face.

"Boss, if you hadn't intervened today, Duka and Ajit would definitely have fought. The reason why we were able to get through it safely is that you played a big role in the middle."

Cardoso said very clumsily.

"Yes, boss, you have the greatest credit."

Marco also came over and said.

"Haha, don't say that. Duca's credit is not much worse than mine, but Cardoso Marco, what you said is not bad."

Tom grinned.

"Hey, boss, look at Duca's salary increase, our..."

"Ahem, let's talk about this later when we have time."

Tom waved his hand, walked into the crowd, and started chatting with the guests with a smile.

"miser!"

Cardoso cursed angrily, "If I had known better, I shouldn't have praised him so hard. He doesn't deserve it!"

"Yes, a miser, we shouldn't have any illusions about him!"

Marco shrugged his shoulders and left, not bothering to spread any more rumors.

——

"Duka, you did this, why did you ask Cardoso and the others to make up false stories?"

On the bar, Quentin stared at him and asked.

"First of all, false stories are more convincing than true stories. You can see how people accept false stories significantly more. Secondly, I am an immigrant and have not yet obtained a permanent residence permit. It is not good to be too high-profile."

Duka said as he put away the wine glasses on the bar.

"Is it just like this? I don't think so. Yesterday you killed five gangsters with knives with your bare hands. Today you broke three wine bottles with three shots. It's not too much to say that you are a sharpshooter. Duca, what did you do before?

?”

Quentin paused and stared at him closely.

"Special Forces, in 1986, in order to eradicate gangs and cartel groups in various places, the Mexican government selected 54 soldiers from more than 100,000 active soldiers in major military regions. I was one of them."

"Wow~"

"I stayed in the special forces for more than three years and received training from special instructors from many countries. After the special forces were established, they were often sent out to perform tasks. Once I accidentally made a mistake and was expelled from the army, and then I came here.

.”

"What mistake did you make?"

Quentin asked curiously, holding the pen.
To be continued...