Chapter 27 Frank's House

Misty felt that she might have made a misjudgment about the people and the law and order of Hell's Kitchen.

Look at their colleagues, Michael and Scott's attitude towards Alvin, including the attitude of the Big Apple's top police officer, George Stacy. It goes without saying that Alvin is not a very bad person, at least not the enemy of the police.

Misty nodded stiffly and said coldly, "You will see it!" After speaking, she turned and walked out.

"Hey~ Officer, you haven't told me where your hand was made?" cried Alvin in the bar. "I really need to know."

Misty, who had a blunt attitude, couldn't hold back a little at this moment, and threw a word in embarrassment, "Stark Industries' laboratory." She hurriedly passed by and left.

Michael looked at Alvin apologetically and said, "Sorry, Alvin, I didn't expect her to be so impulsive."

Alvin waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, Jessica still owes you a favor! I'm afraid you will not have a good time in the next few days!"

Michael looked at Jessica, who pretended to be cleaning the table, smiled wryly and rubbed her ribs, which would hurt on rainy days, and said, "It's not her fault, I've forgiven her long ago. I have to go back. Well, to prevent our new chief from making a fuss. The rest of the people here aren't as talkative as you are."

Alvin looked at Michael and said seriously: "To be honest, Michael, you are a good person. But I think you should change your style. I have a hunch that your new director is a tough guy."

Michael smiled wryly and said, "I hope it! It's hard work to be an errand here!" After that, he went out with Scott and chased Misty away.

Unexpectedly, Director George did not leave, but continued to sit at the edge of the bar, thinking about something.

Alvin ignored him, greeted Fudge and Matt, and said, "Guys, you have a good time. I made sweet and sour pork ribs and beef stew with tomatoes today. If you don't mind, I can warm it up for you."

"Of course, Alvin, my good friend, I know you won't leave me hungry." Fudge exclaimed happily.

Alvin heated up the rest of the meal at noon, made it into a rice bowl, and handed it to Fudge and Matt. Seeing the two of them eating deliciously, he smiled and said, "Man, you are lawyers! You can be as miserable as you are. There are so few! Why don't you go to other districts and find some commissions? Here, you can't support yourself by accepting commissions!"

Fudge chewed the rice indifferently and said, "You don't know, Alvin, what we're doing now is what the gangsters used to do. We're collecting wages for construction workers, filing sexual harassment lawsuits for female employees, and not getting pensions. sued the insurance company.”

Touching his mouth, Fudge complained, "You know what? These companies and employers are not afraid of us at all, they are afraid of gangsters. If they deal with us, as long as they pay us to hire a group of lawyers, they will give us a headache. Gangsters, they will pay politely, and even the victims can get some more compensation. Last week, the salary of old Harry was that I brought your school driver Swag, dressed as a gangster, and wanted to come back. This is comparable It's easy to get a lawsuit."

Alvin admired Fudge's ability to talk things out and said with a smile: "I mean you can take on some money-making commissions."

Fudge waved his hand and said, "We really don't have time. Our case is now two months away. Although it doesn't make any money."

After Fudge finished speaking, he glanced at Matt resentfully, "The one that should make the most money is the compensation from S.H.I.E.L.D. the day before yesterday, but you don't want to sue them."

Matt turned to Fudge and said, "What we're doing now is getting the residents of Hell's Kitchen to start believing in the law instead of gangs and pistols to solve the problem so they can find law-abiding jobs elsewhere."

"Yes, great saint, Mr. Matt Murdoch, we owe a month's rent. And you just gave a hot girl a free consultation.

Dude~ if it wasn't for Alvin, we would have gone bankrupt last month. It would be a huge shame in my career as a lawyer. "Fudge complained to Matt.

Alvin has some sympathy for Fudge. With a colleague like Matt, it is really difficult to make money. Matt's temperament Alvin also knows, this guy is a real good guy. But the world is like this. Good people often live a difficult life, while bad people live extravagant lives.

Thinking of this, Jin Bing, that bastard, looked particularly loathsome. Why, the dignified Daredevil has lived like a poor household who eats subsistence allowances, and you are a gang boss, drinking wine every day, and singing every night.

The key point is that Matt's subsistence allowance is still provided by Alvin, which is too much, and he has to find Jin and this bastard to make him bleed. The kindergarten is about to open, and there are still a few school buses missing.

Alvin was distracted, and Frank came back in a dusty, gray overalls covered with white paint.

Walking quickly to the bar, Frank said to Jessica, "Hi~ Jesse, please, give me a beer."

Speaking of which, Frank looked coldly at George, who was sitting silently at the edge of the bar. He didn't like this man's temperament.

Frank's aura was very strong. When he sat in front of the bar, everyone gave way to both sides and left him at a distance.

Jessica drank a glass of beer in disgust and handed it to Frank from a distance, as if he had the plague on him.

Fudge and Matt silently moved to the dining table far away from him to continue eating. Fudge, who had broken his mouth, wanted to complain, but after comparing his body and temperament, he closed his mouth decisively.

Alvin knocked on the bar and said in disgust, "Man, have you fallen into the cesspool? You stay here for a while, and there will be no living people in my restaurant."

Frank took a gulp of his beer and said proudly, "I fixed the house next door, I painted it myself, and I fixed that damn sewer.

For such a shabby house, the fat pig-like landlord still wants $5,000 a year from me. "

Alvin looked at Frank like a fool, and said, "Did you pay? If you don't, I'll ask old Kent to talk to him, it will definitely be a lot cheaper."

Frank said proudly: "I paid $20,000, ha, it's a good deal."

In Alvin's eyes, Frank was downgraded from an idiot to a mentally retarded. This is a group of people who need to be cared for, so he said softly: "I can introduce you to a lawyer, and he should be able to ask for some money back for you. The lawyer's fee can still be good. Discount."

Frank looked at Alvin with contempt and said, "I'm not a fool. It's a good deal to buy the house next door for 20,000 yuan."

Alvin looked at Frank in disbelief. No matter how he looked at it, he was not a bargaining person. The house was bad, and it wouldn't be less than $80,000. The law and order here was not good, but it was also the Big Apple, wasn't it? ?

Alvin asked carefully: "Is the landlord still alive?"

Frank glanced at George, the only one who stayed by the bar and said, "I drove him away. The gangster who made trouble in his supermarket made his supermarket sell for a good price. He gave it to me on the house. A huge deal. Haha!"

Alvin was even more worried now. This guy wouldn't be soft on the gang, and asked, "What about the gang? After I was told you hugged them, they left."

Frank drank the remaining beer proudly and said, "I told them to get out of the way. If there is any problem, come to Alvin from the Peace Hotel."

After ignoring Alvin's shit-eating face, humming a little tune, he went out and went back to his house. At this moment, he also found that his body didn't smell very good.