America’s Road To Wealth

  Chapter 43 Money is Good

   This straight shot made Ikana stunned.

  From childhood to adulthood, it is not that no one has pursued her.

  On the contrary, she began to shape her figure and adjust her image when she was 15 years old.

   Those who pursue her can line up from the Brooklyn Bridge to Hudson Bay.

  Among the many suitors, the method used to pursue her.

   can be described as various.

   But no one has ever been as direct as Abel.

   "Are you kidding me?" Ikana was taken aback and whispered.

   "I'm serious." Abel responded with a smile.

   Ikana suddenly didn't know how to respond.

  She had no choice but to smile at Abel and continue jogging.

  Abel followed, and the two were running slowly on the Central Park runway.

   It was just a happy atmosphere before, which became a little ambiguous and awkward.

   "Hey bro."

   Behind, Ikana's bodyguard said to Abel's bodyguard:

   "It looks like your boss wants to pursue my boss.

   It's not that easy. There are many people pursuing my boss, but I haven't seen one successful one. "

  The black bodyguard Johnson, as always, has a cold and iceberg face.

  Asian bodyguard Lin, with a much more kind attitude, responded with a smile:

"Not always."

  Ikana's bodyguard wanted to say a few more words, but found that the two employers in front stopped.

  He quickly shut up.

  The reason why Ikana and Abel stopped earlier was because of Abel.

   They stopped behind an old white man.

  The old white man looks like a painter. He is unfolding a drawing board on the grass in Central Park, arranging many drawing tools, and sketching on the drawing board with a sketch pen.

  There are many street artists and painters like the old man in Central Park.

  There are similar people doing various things here every day.

"What's wrong?"

  I was still thinking about how to deal with Ikana, who was straightforward and pursued without any concealment like Abel, and asked him curiously.

   "I want to give you a gift." Abel smiled.

  Ikana tensed up.

  Gifts so soon?

   Abel walked up to the white old man and patted the old man's shoulder lightly.

   "Hey, painter. Discuss something with you."

   “Sketch portraits are $20 a piece, 15 minutes.

  With body and movement, $40 a piece, half an hour. "

  The old man didn't turn his head back, he didn't stop the paintbrush in his hand, and said directly.

  At this time, Ikana also came over, and saw that what the old man was drawing on the drawing board was the scenery in front of Central Park.

  A little bear music statue, very well painted, it can be said to be lifelike.

  She was thinking, does this man want this street artist to draw a sketch for her and give it to her as a gift?

   If this is the case, it is indeed quite special.

   But not very special.

   "No, old man, I don't need you to draw." Abel said with a smile.

   "Then why are you bothering me?" The old man turned around in dissatisfaction, the corners of his mouth were already grinning, and he seemed about to curse.

   But when he looked back, he found that the one who interrupted his work was a muscular, strong and tall young man.

  The foul words that I was about to swear, I couldn't help but swallowed them back.

  The old man looked terrified, pointed to the NYPD patrolling not far away, and then looked at Abel: "What do you want to do?"

   Abel smiled and shook his head, snapping his fingers.

  Asian bodyguard Lin immediately ran over with a backpack on his back.

   "Give him two hundred dollars."

  Lin immediately took out two hundred dollars in cash from his backpack and handed it to the old man.

  The old man took it in a daze, and checked to see if it was genuine.

   "U.S. $200 can help you draw ten portraits. Or five full-body portraits." Said the old man holding the dollar bill.

   "I don't need you to draw. I just want to borrow your tools temporarily." Abel pointed to the drawing board and the pile of sketching tools.

   "No way, these are all my treasures."

"Snapped"

  Abel snapped his fingers again, "Give him another two hundred dollars."

  Bodyguard Lin handed over another two hundred dollars in cash.

  The old man who received a total of four hundred dollars, his cloudy eyes were about to shine.

  His dry lips squirmed, greedy, wanting more.

  Abel reacted faster, and said softly:

   "If it's not enough. Forget it, Lin, take our money back and leave."

  The old man who opened his mouth to want more, was startled when he saw the bodyguard Lin who was gesturing to reach out to take the money.

  This old man who looks to be in his sixties is not as agile as he should be at this age.

  He jumped up all of a sudden, and shouted loudly: "You can't take back the money, everything is given to you. I don't want it anymore!"

  Leaving such a sentence, he ran away quickly, his movements were ridiculous.

   Doesn't look like an old man at all.

  Bodyguard Lin looked back at the boss, who shrugged with a smile.

  Lin said: "BOSS, IMHO. These things are not worth four hundred dollars, they are only worth fifty at the second-hand store. Even if they are brand new, they will not exceed one hundred and twenty dollars."

  What is left by the old street painters is a somewhat worn-out drawing board.

  Dozens of drawing paper, a dozen used sketch pens, a simple shrink stool and some erasers and the like.

   None of these things are new, as Lin said, none of them are valuable.

   "It doesn't matter. Let's think of it as today, and we have given this down-and-out painter good luck." Abel said with a smile.

  Even in Manhattan, New York, earning $400 a day is a high income.

  Lin shrugged, "You are always so kind. But there is a little trouble over there."

  He pointed to the southwest on the left, where there are two NYPDs, seeing the movement here, go this way.

   Without Abel's instructions, Edward, the white man in the bodyguard group, took the initiative to greet him.

  In the United States, it is always safer and more effective to deal with the police with a white face.

  At this time, Ikana couldn't help but said, "Is this a prank?"

  She refers to Abel using money to trick the old street painter.

"no."

  Abel smiled: "This is a strange behavior of a male when he pursues a female."

   Lin, who was about to retreat, heard the boss's straightforward words.

   I was very surprised.

   In the pursuit of women, the boss has always been full of tricks.

  Why did it become so straightforward? It's almost the same as Nico.

   Even more vulgar than Nee.

  But he thought about it again, maybe the boss is prescribing the right medicine?

  Lin glanced out of the corner of his eye and peeked at Ikana's reaction.

  Finding that the latter blushed again, he froze.

   This made Lin confirm.

  The boss did this on purpose.

   Ikana's side,

  She was really uncomfortable with Abel's blunt statement.

  Her previous suitors, no matter how straightforward and vulgar they were, would never be like Abel.

  Even with her EQ and IQ having experienced many battles in the mall, she doesn't know how to reply right now.

   Fortunately, after Abel finished speaking, he sat down on the second-hand stool left by the old man.

  Pick up the sketch pen,

  An art student who graduated from Rice University, started painting in a corner of Central Park.

  (end of this chapter)