death of hope

Chapter 26 "Flying Windfall" (26) Artificial Organs

Push open the door and hear the pleasant bell. Every time you come here, you feel as comfortable as coming home.
Many people smoked, the bar became smoky, the sound of music and people's conversation intertwined, and it was very lively.

The old lame bar is doing surprisingly well tonight,

Perhaps because of the worker riots, the bars in the nearby neighborhood had to close their doors early, causing a large number of fresh faces to pour into this small place in the alley. People always look for a place to vent their emotions and pressure.

The moldy tables and chairs that were thrown away in the warehouse on weekdays are now being moved out for use.
The place that had always been deserted suddenly became bustling. Roy felt a little uncomfortable, but he liked the hustle and bustle of the market. Someone should have the smell of fireworks, and the silence and desertedness belonged to the cemetery.

Walking to the end of the bar, his favorite seat was still reserved.

(Oops, there is still a seat reserved for me, brothers are so kind.)
The bartender Ferguson is very busy, he consciously does not disturb,

Roy sat on his favorite red velvet upholstered stool,
He crossed his arms on the bar, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, revealing the hair on his strong chest, took out his lighter and lit a cigarette,
Harmful smoke circulates through the throat and lungs, then is spit out, rises to the ceiling, and intertwines with other smoke. The atmosphere of the bar is reflected in the past to form colorful smoke, which has a special flavor.

It is rare to have a singer to add to the fun tonight. A middle-aged man wearing a torn straw hat, worn jeans and a plaid shirt is holding a guitar, playing and singing an old country folk song:

"

In the evening, the autumn wind blows on your face,

Returning home after hardships,
Hug the girls around the waist of Willow,
Lying drunk by the paddy fields tonight...

"

After singing the song, Roy clapped his hands, "Good!" He rewarded the singer with a coin.

"Thank you for your support." The poor singer adjusted the strings, drank water and rested, preparing for the next song.

At this moment, Donnie, who was wearing a waiter's costume, saw him:

"I'm sorry, I was too busy tonight and didn't notice you coming."

"It's okay, I'm busy with you."

"Hurt? Your shirt is stained red."

"The paint pen leaked." Roy lied lightly, he didn't want his brothers to worry.

"It's fine."

"It's been two days since the operation, how is the quality of life?"

Downey was so happy that his face was full of wrinkles: "It's so fucking amazing! Finally, I don't need to take bloody insulin! I can eat as many sweets as I want, and I can eat as many French fries as I want!"

"Hey, even though the artificial internal organs are replaced, you can't indulge yourself too much."

"Don't worry, the doctor said, it's all right!"

Downey is in excellent mental and physical condition, and Roy is really happy for him.

During this week, Roy spent a lot of money to do a lot of things,
The first thing that needs to be solved is the health of the brothers;
Veteran Jon has been fitted with the latest model of mechanical prosthetics, and he can walk freely. The old man is reluctant to throw away his beloved walnut cane, and walks around happily with it, saying hello to everyone he sees. The neighbors in the neighborhood are all happy for this kind man .

The most important gift to Ferguson was the artificial liver. This organ replacement operation literally saved Ferguson's life.

Theoretically speaking, Ferguson's drinking capacity has increased by more than ten times now, but he drinks less, mainly because he has stepped out of the haze of broken love, his health and mentality have also improved, and he can face life better.

As for Downey, of course Roy knows what this fat otaku likes, so he gave him an XBOX4800DREAM·VR game console, and a five-year membership service, he can download VR games at will,

Another gift to him, an artificial pancreas transplant was also successful, successfully curing his diabetes.

In Terra, the home planet of human beings, with money, you can fully enjoy the convenience brought by technology, prolong life, improve the quality of life, and bribe Terra government officials.

The good news kept coming. Roy and Anna's immigration application went smoothly. They passed the first few reviews and expected to get the results within half a month. On that day, he planned to invite all his friends to have a dinner together. It was both a farewell and a celebration.

"Oops, let's not talk...I have to go and wrap the steak in the oven..."

Donnie returned to the back kitchen to cook, and Roy returned his gaze to the bar;

Ferguson, who has a brand new liver, looks energetic and keeps doing various fancy bartending moves, causing the ladies to scream again and again. It seems that he will not worry about finding a new girlfriend.

Roy didn't speak until Ferguson finished his work:
"It's recovering well, buddy, your face is rosy, not as pale as before."

"It's all thanks to you, brother. If I wait until I save all the money, I'll be ashamed."

Roy looked around: "Where's the old man?"

"Going out for a stroll, showing off his mechanical leg everywhere, banging it with a walking stick."

"Haha, this lovely old kid."

"It's really sad to say that a disabled veteran who has done meritorious service can't get subsidies from the Terra government. He can only rely on friends to help him get good prosthetics. This world is really fucking over."

"Who said it wasn't? When I came here, I passed by the scene of a worker riot. That scene was so tragic."

"I watched the live broadcast on the TV station. These people wanted to get back their overtime wages. At first they just marched and shouted slogans. When the guns were fired, it turned into a violent conflict. Many people died at the scene."

"Well, there are more than a dozen dead and hundreds injured. The road is full of blood. The soles of my shoes are still sticky. Now the sanitation workers are busy."

"Obviously, Sakura Co., Ltd. bought the York City Police Department and the National Guard military police. It must be the first shot fired by the company's employees, which caused the conflict to escalate."

"This is already the third bloody conflict within a month. I feel that our factory is also in danger. Every time during lunch break, someone pulls me to join the trade union."

Hearing this word, Ferguson stuck out his tongue;

"Ha, union...

Fooling people to pay high membership fees, organizing big guys to risk their lives to go on demonstrations and riots, but secretly making dirty deals with entrepreneurs, these bloodsuckers are all the same! "

"It's quite clear."

"After all, I was also hurt by it," Ferguson rolled up his sleeves and showed Roy the gunshot wound on his forearm; "I used to be stupid, but then I realized it."

"Don't just talk, let's have something to drink too."

"I'll forget it myself, but well, you came at the right time, my buddy is now at the peak of his craft, and he has the confidence to win the bartender competition."

"Don't just blow and practice, have a glass of 'Melancholic Blues'."

"Just please!"

Ferguson moved nimbly, poured the blue glycoside wine and lemonade into the glass and mixed thoroughly, then unscrewed a bottle of rum, introduced it slowly along the edge of the glass, and sank to the bottom.
Then drizzle lime juice over ice cubes and garnish with artificial flower petals.

Roy took a sip of the drink and gave a thumbs up;

"Niu X, there is progress."

(End of this chapter)