Forward to the basket

A week had passed since the first battle in Rock Park, and Chen Feng never cared about what legends would spread on the streets.

For him, it was just a game to save himself a hundred dollars from losing, and the grudge between Brooklyn and Queen Street had nothing to do with him, a newcomer.

If it weren't for his itchy hands, and being encouraged by the guys Williams knew in the wine, maybe he wouldn't even make an appearance in such a game.

Although the scene of Chen Feng beating two and1 main players was very popular, but it was just word of mouth among the street players outside, and it would not affect his living conditions.

Winning that game would only add a hundred dollars to his pocket at most. Nine minutes, one hundred dollars, is still a fair deal.

As for how the supporters of Queen Street will show off their power in the next year, that is something that Chen Feng has to consider.

Long-distance transportation is not an everyday job. Heavy trucks like Kenworth are in New York City. If you don't want to cause an accident, you can't be in a frightening state.

A long-haul truck driver can't make more than $[-] a year, a little less in Texas.

It is not an easy task to support yourself with this simple occupation. You must know that in the city of New York, the average consumption is more than [-] US dollars.

Apart from the car loan, Chen Feng had to find a way to earn more money. After all, he still had to pay off some foreign debts when he was taking care of his father's funeral.

If it wasn't for this reason, he wouldn't have come to New York from Texas. After all, the income in this metropolis is far more than that in the hot desert.

Of course, New York, the mecca of street basketball, is also one of the main reasons for attracting Chen Feng.

Anyway, Chen Feng has long been used to solving the problems he encountered in life by himself.

Living alone for two years, still in a foreign country, the adjective youthful has long been insulated from this 19-year-old boy.

Even those old drivers who often do long-distance transportation have to admit that this young man from Texas can not only endure hardships, but also is much more mature than his peers.

Anyone who underestimated this kid has suffered from him.

To others, daring to go to New York alone to beg for a living might seem inconceivable to others, but to Chen Feng, it was just a matter of kicking the accelerator.

There is not much long-distance transportation to run, and Chen Feng can find other ways to make money in this metropolis.

Liquor has become the main place for Chen Feng to make money, and the oil and water he can earn by working here for a month is no less than the income of a long-distance transportation.

In this kind of metropolis, even if it is not in the wealthy area of ​​Queen Street, there are always many boring people who are used to lingering in the wine.

Chen Feng is very popular here. After all, not every bar has a bartender who is more than two meters tall and has an unusually sturdy appearance.

It might not be the poshest wine on Queen Street, but it's definitely the most personal in New York City.

It's not how unique and elegant its decoration is.

Even Chen Feng himself thinks so, this wine really has an unusual personality.

Because there really is no boss who is too lazy not to name his wine, just hang a bar sign.

If he hadn't seen the recruitment notice posted at the door, Chen Feng might not have noticed that it was actually a drink.

And that fat boss named Jim, apart from being lazy, also has a great personality, because he may be the only one in New York who would hire Chen Feng as a bartender.

In terms of physique, Chen Feng is obviously more suitable to be a spectator, rather than a bartender standing behind the stage and doing tricks with a shaker.

But it should be said that Jim has a very unique vision. From the day Chen Feng started working, he had to prepare at least dozens of cocktails every day.

There were even people from a few blocks away, as if rushing to watch the excitement, rushing to the bar to watch this strange scene.

It has to be said that Chen Feng, who can control the basketball with his big hands on the basketball court, is also talented when he handles the small hip flask.

There are quite a few people who can make bartending look aesthetically pleasing, but there are really not many muscular men over two meters tall who can make bartending look beautiful.

After getting used to seeing beauties and handsome guys, people who come to the bar can always find freshness in Chen Feng.

What's more, the wine that this guy mixes is indeed a bit standard, especially those strong wines, which will always be mixed by Chen Feng to make the taste buds explode.

Even Jim's lazy boss would be proud of his vision of selecting candidates. Of course, the salary he paid would definitely satisfy Chen Feng.

After all, such things as arrears or hacking of salary depend on who it is for. A shop assistant with Chen Feng's physique, even if he is the boss, still has a lot of pressure.

Jim has seen it with his own eyes. There was once a drunk guy making trouble beside the stage, and then Feng Chen threw him into the street with one hand.

That drunk had broken two ribs at that time, if Chen Feng had solved this problem with his fist instead of throwing it, I'm afraid that guy could have directly ordered a cemetery.

Since Chen Feng's first day working in the wine, those people who have nothing to do to make trouble have become much more stable, at least they don't dare to blatantly make trouble in the wine.

That muscular body is definitely not a vegetarian. The strength that Chen Feng can unleash can easily calm down some people who don't know what to do.

Jim didn't think that his bloated figure could withstand Chen Feng's punch.

Therefore, he would definitely not cause unnecessary troubles for Chen Feng in terms of salary, not to mention that the benefits that guy brought him were enough for him to behave generously.

Chen Feng's life in the bar was uneventful, apart from being harassed occasionally by those female customers who liked macho men, he didn't have the sharp edge on the basketball court at all.

Many people in the wine didn't even know that this fierce guy stunned countless people in Rock Park a week ago.

Although many people look at his height, they think that this guy is more suitable for releasing energy on the basketball court, rather than making a cocktail in a wine.

God often arranges some wonderful or weird things to happen in a certain corner of the world.

But this is a western way of saying it. If it were translated into Chinese, it would be nothing short of a coincidence.

But according to Chen Feng's own concluding remarks, just one sentence, pure nonsense, this is his final conclusion on all accidental events.

A few years later, when Chen Feng rarely had time to sit in the movie theater and watched the semi-biographical "Social Network", at the beginning of the movie, he burst into tears and was deeply moved.

At the beginning of the film, the protagonist was dumped by the woman, and sat in front of the computer dejectedly.

No money, no woman, as a sad dead otaku, maybe the protagonist is unlucky to the limit.

If he didn't put his hands on the keyboard to continue his programming tasks at that time, but chose to put his hands under the keyboard at this time and click on a hidden folder.

Maybe in the future there won't be a $250 billion website with 5 million users.

Instead, there is an extra dead otaku who is free to release the essence of his life to love action movies at home.

Apart from wasting some toilet paper, he has no other contributions. The fluctuation of the US gdp and the network that communicates with the world must have nothing to do with him.

Therefore, all opportunities in life depend on how you choose the right place to start.

Chen Feng is now on the stage where he is playing with the small wine shaker.

But at this moment, he didn't have to worry about the shaker getting out of his hands, but the person sitting in front of him made him a little speechless.

Wine is a place where ambiguous emotions are often born.

But first you are a man with normal function and sexual orientation, and the person sitting in front of you must be a woman with normal function and sexual orientation.

Of course, if you're gay, that's out of the scope of this discussion.

In addition, that woman can't have an appearance that makes people want to cry without tears. After all, most people are sensory beasts, and beautiful women can still eat everything.

It's a pity that Chen Feng obviously couldn't meet the above two simple requirements, because the guy sitting in front of him was a pure man, and he was also a fat man who looked a bit wretched.

A bartender who is more than two meters long has long been a unique sight in the bar.

Now in front of this big bartender, there is another fat man who looks very strange.

The few homosexual couples who were getting bored in the corner of the bar even wondered maliciously whether Chen Feng and the fat man were talking about a deal about a lonely night and a big hotel bed.

Although they were making a private bet, whether it was before or after the sale, Chen Feng's strong physique would definitely make it impossible for that wretched fat man to get up from the bed the next day.

At most, the strange gazes around him made Chen Feng feel a little stressed. After all, he hadn't cultivated to the point of being shameless, but the fat man in front of him made him feel a little dangerous.

For a moment, Chen Feng felt that the fat man who had been staring at him for almost half an hour was like a carnivore in the jungle, admiring his prey from all angles.

Although it seemed that the body of the prey was a bit big, the height of the hunter was at least forty centimeters behind him.

When this weird atmosphere was likely to continue to ferment, Chen Feng who took the lead in breaking the silence was not those unscrupulous onlookers, but the fat hunter who looked a bit wretched.

"Big man, are you interested in playing basketball? I'm talking about making money."

Fatty's voice was a bit dry, but it was enough for the onlookers to hear the words clearly.

At this moment, in the bar's wine, there are no colorful auspicious clouds and no cool appearances.

There was only a big bartender over two meters tall and a fat man with wretched eyes staring at each other across the table.

When Chen Feng recalled this moment many years later, he just wanted to say one thing, "Grandpa, that damn fat man held back for more than half an hour, and finally asked this question! Damn! That guy It was definitely a slow brain response!"

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