Golan worked hard to deal with the bright red beef rib in his hand. He was not good at eating in such high-end occasions. Rather than being good at eating in such high-end occasions, he had never been here. He ate beef in small mouthfuls, while Aisha was eating a dessert opposite him. Now it was the last moment of the dinner.

"Mr. Golan, do you come to this kind of place often?" Aisha asked.

Golan put the steak into his mouth with a knife and fork: "Yes, it's about once a month."

Aixia had a faint smile on her lips: "So amazing, this is the first time I have been to such a place."

"Is that?" Golan is now filled with flood-like happiness and complacency, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Seeing that there was no wine in the wine glass beside him, Golan reached the wine glass aside according to his previous habits and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry! Have another glass!"

Everyone around him was laughing. Only then did Golan realize that his behavior seemed out of place here, and no one poured him wine. This was not the tavern he often went to, and the previous one he had made would not work here.

So, to alleviate this embarrassment, Golan asked, "Ai Xia, what do you think is the happiest thing to do?"

"When taking a bath," Aixia said honestly.

Golan smiled: "So you're taking a bath."

Ai Natsume looked at a screen made of obsidian above her head, which was playing the latest report on gutter time on a reporter named Laming.

"Because my family is very poor and there are many brothers and sisters, I can only stay alone when I take a shower."

"Yes, it's very poor..." Golan swallowed guiltily.

"I also want to take a bath agent as a gift for the Winter Solstice Festival. I make a wish to God and want that kind of bubbles." Aixia smiled and gestured to the swelling look of bubbles.

"Is that true... so cute."

"Is Mr. Golan's bathroom very powerful? The kind that can stretch your legs out?"

Golan stammered: "Well, of course there is a leader."

"Can you take a shower while watching the show?"

"Of course!" Golan lied without blushing, as if all he had was made up of lies.

"I really want to go..."

Golan stepped back a little, and said, "Is this a bit too fast? So should I go to the hot spring together next time?"

"I want to go!" Aixia said without hesitation, "How about going to that hot spring?"

"I'll arrive after a little while, it won't take long." Golan said with a smile.

"Does Golan have a private carriage? Then there must be a private carriageman?"

"Of course!"

"Is there any private airship?" Aixia said excitedly.

"That's not."

"What..." The highlight in Aixia's eyes suddenly disappeared, she became very disappointed, and she looked straight at the screen opposite.

Golan was thinking about another thing: "If you are so young, you will get knot... knot, knot..."

At this moment, the maid who poured his wine for him came late. Golan lifted the goblet at his hand, but the other party said that he didn't need to lift his glass. He said awkwardly: "So it's that pattern..."

"Then what do you want to say?" Aisha said slightly coldly.

"Well, Miss Aixia, do you really want to get married?"

Aixia clasped her hands together and said lightly: "Well, my dream since I was a child is to be a bride. I think the earlier the better. If I give me a ring as a surprise and propose another marriage, that would be great!"

Golan swallowed and said nervously, "That, and, and me..."

"Mr. Golan, look behind you." Aisha interrupted Golan and pointed to the screen behind him. "The man said he had won 20 million gold coins himself, and I don't know if it was true."

The screen behind it happened to appear on the young man who liked the mysterious kiss combination that Ford had previously carried. The number in his hand was the group that Ford had chosen for him.

"Twenty million gold coins...so amazing. Even I don't have that much money." Ford said in surprise.

Aisha's face kept dimming: "It's the main one who recommended Chlos Suarez..."

"Ah? What?"

"Nothing." Aixia denied the fact that he was in a bad mood, but instead raised another topic, "Do you know this? A reporter named Laming is investigating the case of the gutter, which is now super popular. He said that he would bring the gutter to justice this year, and had previously published videos publicly, using sharp blades to cut the gutter, and said that the people in the Security Department could not actually catch the gutter. Behind him are some senior officials of the Security Department protecting him, and he will bring him to justice on behalf of everyone in Yalis. He also committed the charges of stealing, robbery, fraud, intimidation, rape, etc...."

At this moment, a waiter came to Golan and asked him if he wanted to remove the plate. Golan asked to pay. He didn't know if he didn't look at it, but he was shocked. He had just a few simple dishes, and he actually asked for one gold and four silver...

Is it so expensive?...It's too expensive!

"Well, please check out." Golan took out two gold coins from his pocket and accidentally leaked a small white note.

This is an IOU. Golan borrowed fifteen gold coins, and the monthly interest rate was 18%, close to one-fifth. This was obviously a loan shark. He was using the money he received from the loan shark to have dinner. Aixia was just a girl he had just met not long ago. He didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with doing this. The desire to get married was filled with his dreams, constantly urging him to continue moving forward again in the hallucinatory bubble after swallowing the red mushrooms.

"I gave my leather wallet to my subordinates before, so I put the money in my pocket..." Golan defended guiltily, but the other party did not seem to listen to him much, but looked at the screen opposite.

Although it is tiring to be proud of your face, the problem is that as long as you can enter the palace of marriage, Golan will be willing to get Aisha no matter how hard he tries. He has already left the words Ford had warned him before. In this way, Golan returned to his dirty home and started a slightly drunk dream that belongs only to him.

The rain continued until the second half of the night before gradually stopping. The morning sun had not yet evaporated the rain falling from the night, making everyone walking on the street feel a little upset. The short and fat Erikon Bevin was walking down the road, preparing to go to the recording studio of the radio building to record the program. Someone suddenly leaned on his shoulder, so he raised his head and looked at the person who bumped into him.

"It hurts! Wait, boy..." Erikon turned around and said seriously to the sloppy young man dressed in sluggish and covered in mud, "If you hit someone, you have to apologize. This is common sense... Uh! What kind of expression are you... No, isn't it?"

The young man who was frightened by Erikang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding a wet paper bag in his hand and his cheeks were filled with thinness after starving. He looked at the man who was half a head shorter than him.

Digao didn't say anything, and turned his head silently, ready to continue walking forward.

Ericang stopped him again: "Hey! Hey! This guy, what's going on with you? Hey, you're going to kill someone? I'm a little concerned about you because of my profession."

"Hey, why did you come here from the countryside?"

"Country?" Ericon scratched his head, "It is indeed a countryside compared to Vatican."

"To pursue your dream?" Digao's words seemed to be crushing a ball of dead grass with his hands.

"Yes, I came to the Vaján to pursue status, reputation, and make a lot of money." Erikon said.

"Don't you get it yet?"

"This is not something that can be done overnight." Erikon picked up his chest and said.

"How can I get it?"

"If I knew, it wouldn't take so much effort." Erikon said, "although my partner said it was luck."

"partner?"

"It's like a business partner."

Digao pinched his chin and said heavily: "Luck... it's indeed."

"Although there may be a component of luck, I don't want to give up the part I can control. How to survive without being eliminated is a lot of controllable factors besides luck."

Digao suddenly straightened his face hysterically, and his eyes trembled wildly in his sockets: "Then do you want to say that the Alpine bird is very lucky?"

"What?" Before Ericon understood why he said this, Digao turned and left, "Hey! What does this mean? I thought we were parallel just now! I saw that one of us was in the sky and the other was on the ground?"

Digao understood, he understood completely. He was always looking for something. At the same time, he was still living a life that was lacking, trying to get what was missing. All he could get was just a moment of happiness, which was far from good luck. After getting what he wanted, a line of words would definitely appear in the vast life: Then? So what? This kind of happiness is extremely empty, and what he gained in the end was nothingness.

But now Digo has gained a sense of living, because at the moment of losing the Alpine bird, he found what he wanted. Unlike before, he did not just get it and put it into the collection, but would think, what will happen next? How to use it? This is a very rare thing with a developmental nature.

He had already thought about how to use it-

——Digau suddenly turned his head, and a carriage was speeding past him. He stared at the license plate of the carriage, his teeth rubbed against each other, and suddenly made a creaking sound.

Anyone has the urge to attack, and the more he is right, the more he will be looking forward to it. He has an open and justified urge to attack. He has long been used to chasing the path and making people trance. But this time it is different. In his opinion, this does have something similar to a premonition... Although he can get everything by letting go of his obsession, he has another way to get what he wants: firmly grasp the obsession that transcends everything.

That's right...it's this car. That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right!

"That's right! Ah--"

Digao ran wildly, trying to catch up with the carriage in accelerating state, and obviously failed. He stopped panting, covered his knees that were almost disintegrating, and wet his whole body with sweat and grass. He actually grinned his mouth ferociously, and even to the edge of his eyes at one point.

I succeeded. I succeeded. I succeeded. I succeeded. I succeeded. I succeeded....

I will kill you.
Chapter completed!