I really don't want to be red

In his opinion, this chest needle is enough to deal with these small miscellaneous fish. As for the stronger effect, he never thought about it at all.

But in Brook Street, things about Kenny spread all over the place in no time.

Everyone knows that Eisen's double-headed snake brooch is worn on An Ran's body, so there is no one who dares to block his car without opening his eyes.

The people on the side of the road just silently watched the few luxury cars in the block passing by.

As for those who can fight, those who rob, and those who curse, all quiet down.

The whole neighborhood has never been so quiet, or so safe.

Everyone was afraid that something would be inappropriate and make the boss unhappy.

It's a trivial matter to get you slapped for coming out, but if Eisen gets out, the end will be fatal.

An Ran went straight along the route, and soon found the small hotel where Quirrell lived.

A dilapidated small facade, with the traffic lights of the hotel sign hanging crookedly on it, flickered feebly.

There were several people sitting at the door of the hotel.

These few people were obviously either gangsters or homeless men, dressed in rags, with dirty faces, holding wine bottles in their hands, and staring at the approaching luxury car with drunken eyes.

One of them was holding a guitar in his hand, looking at the car, not knowing what he was thinking.

And Quirrell sat with a few people, holding a wine bottle in his hand.

The difference is that he is wearing the suit just now, which has not been changed. He has long hair and a big beard. If he didn't have the suit, he would be a complete homeless man.

But even so, he still looks like a prince in trouble, and he is always the focus in the crowd.

An Ran applauded inwardly.

There is a difference between this person and others. Some people don't look like princes in dragon robes, and some people are the focus no matter what.

Quirrell also looked at An Ran's luxury car in surprise.

When the car stopped, An Ran got out of the car, and Qi Luo stood up suddenly, "Mr. An Ran, why are you here?"

An Ran walked up to Quilo, patted him, and signaled him to sit down, and he also sat on the ground casually, "Come and see you."

Seeing Anran sitting on the ground, Qi Luo couldn't help being at a loss. Anran's clothes were all handmade, sewn by famous masters, and they were very valuable at first glance.

Roughly estimated tens of thousands of dollars, people sit down without hesitation.

An Ran patted the broken wooden stool beside him, "Sit, what are you doing standing?"

Quirrell sat down and said apologetically, "Mr. An Ran, why don't we go talk outside..."

"No need!" An Ran looked around, "This place is quite good, although the air is not very good, but it is relaxed and free of constraints!"

"By the way, if you don't mind, can you give me a bottle of your wine?"

Quirrell had a case of beer beside him, which he bought for the bums in the neighborhood.

Homeless people don't have much money, and even if there is assistance, it will be spent within a few days.

Quirrell is different, even if he lives the life of a homeless man, he is still a billionaire.

He quickly took a bottle of wine, opened it, and handed it to An Ran.

An Ran picked up the wine, this is the most common beer on the market.

He drank this kind of wine before. It tasted bitter and had a bit of a kick, but tramps loved it.

An Ran took a sip of the wine, and let out a long breath, "To be honest, I haven't felt so relaxed for a long time, I'm busy with company affairs all day..."

A homeless man said contemptuously: "How busy can you be? It looks like you are rich, but do you know how rich Mr. Quirrell is? Don't think he is homeless, but he is not short of money."

An Ran laughed "hehe" and said, "I know."

Since these guys are homeless, they are naturally not in the mood to pay attention to any celebrity boss.

Quirrell smiled wryly, "Seth, don't talk nonsense, Mr. An Ran is the top 600 richest boss in the world, with total assets exceeding [-] billion, and cash flow accounts for most of it..."

"Pfft!" Several homeless men spit out the wine in one gulp.

This is so proud.

The richest person they have ever come into contact with is Quirrell, so it seems that someone who is even richer and so young is here.

Several people looked at An Ran suspiciously, so young and so rich.

An Ran waved her hand, there was nothing to pretend to be with a group of homeless people, "Don't mention the money, let's just relax today!"

"I'm just curious, why do you like this kind of life, I understand now!" An Ran shook the bottle and said, "This kind of life is easy, very relaxed, and the people you get along with are people who won't plot against you behind your back. Everyone is happy, drinking and chatting together, comfortable!"

He let out a long breath.

Quirrell was speechless for a while, and what An Ran said was right.

Although there are all homeless people here, everyone speaks out what they have to say. They are all poor like ghosts. If you buy him a bottle of beer, they will be so happy.

There is no intrigue, you come and go.

It's like in the entertainment industry, everyone has to calculate whether it's as big as a movie or as small as a position.

He came here by accident.

After his sister died, he was very depressed. Once he went out to drink too much, so he found a small hotel to stay.

When I woke up and found it here, I bought two cases of beer and sat at the door to drink.

Soon I got to know a few homeless people. Everyone just drank, chatted and bragged, and they didn't have any serious thoughts. It was quite fun to talk nonsense.

The main thing is ease.

Quirrell is too emotional and has too many burdens. He needs such an environment.

He sat next to An Ran, because An Ran's words resonated strongly with him.

"Teacher An Ran, I think you may understand this feeling better than me."

An Ran is a star, a director, and a boss, so there are too many things to do.

Opening his eyes is a matter of fact, he can't sleep well, and someone wants to stab him in the back all the time.

To say it was hard work, it was much harder than him.

An Ran raised the wine bottle and touched him, "Qiluo, life is so difficult, but we can't keep running away, it's been ten years, you should put down some things and stand up!"

"I know these things are easy to say, but hard to sit up! But I think I can understand your thoughts too! After all, I have lost my lover and my sister, and I have lost my mother and father!"

Quirrell originally thought that you probably don't understand the pain of losing a loved one.

But when An Ran said that, he was speechless.

As if he was worse than himself.

An Ran said: "You probably don't know it. Before my father died, I was a playboy. I would do everything except good things! After my father passed away, guess what?"

"What's the matter?" Quirrell couldn't help asking.

An Ran said slowly: "My girlfriend, as the company's gold medal manager, changed jobs with the company's songwriters and brought most of my artists to other companies!"

"As soon as I took over the company, I was faced with countless huge performance compensations. At that time, I was really devastated..."