When Sean went back to the hotel at the ABC cocktail party and was fooling around with the petite and lovely Eva Longoria, in New York, those who planned according to his request also began to act.

"Another drink, Parker, remember to fill it up, last time you miser fell a little bit," Robert Field, who was sitting at the bar bar, shouted.

"Shut up, Robert, I invited you last time." The bartender replied with a smile, took the bottle and poured a full glass for him, so that he could not hold it up at all, so he could only lower his head and sip it in a small sip.

Despite this, Field didn't care and nodded happily: "This is the only decent one. If it's at this level every time, I'll definitely come every night."

Unfortunately, his confession only gave him a roll of eyes, and the bartender focused on wiping the wine glass.

Speaking of which, although the New York Post is full of bars, as the editor-in-chief of the entertainment edition, Robert Field likes to drive to cheap taverns on the Lower East Side for a drink. Anyway, just be careful when you go back. Well, cheap is just relative. Although the Lower East Side is not as luxurious as the Upper East Side, it is one of the highest consumption levels in the world on Manhattan Island.

The reason why Field likes to come here is more for purity and...freedom is not that he has any conflicts with his wife at home. In fact, his family is still harmonious, and he has a plain but no conflict with his wife. He also has a lovely daughter. However, people are always like this. If they are too dull, they can't help but find excitement. This is why he serves as the editor-in-chief of the entertainment edition in a newspaper like the New York Post, which likes sensational, exaggerated, and uses sexual and violence as the selling points.

When a person is used to the sense of power brought by using various news to make celebrities lose their minds, he will feel uncomfortable when he returns to his ordinary home. So he runs out alone, runs away, drinks a drink casually, and then looks at strangers in the bar, the feeling of looking down on all living beings will automatically come up.

A friend once said that his feeling was unreal, but he scoffed. Didn’t he use newspapers to prevent the so-called stars and celebrities from stepping down? Can they do something for themselves? For example, the actor who is said to be the most popular in the 1980s, named...Shawn Don? That’s right, it’s just this name. It looks very powerful. It’s nominated for Oscars, made a big-selling movie, and won a Grammy. But he can do whatever he wants to deal with it.

Speaking of this, Field couldn't help but be proud. It was he who seized the news of the boy's date with Gwyneth in time to make a big fuss, and he saved the throne of the editor-in-chief who was originally a bit crumbling. So, in return, Field made people keep him close. Sure enough, he has gained a lot of news from the other party in recent years. Taking this opportunity to operate with a series of means, his position has been further consolidated.

"Congratulations, Mr. Tang, I want to say thank you." Field murmured, raising his glass to Shaun Tang who did not exist in front of him, and then drank it all.

Unfortunately, several times, the editor-in-chief denied the manuscript he chose, otherwise... forget it, it makes no sense to say that this is. As long as Mr. Tang can continue to provide news, especially big news such as dating Nicole Kidman and breaking up, he will sooner or later take another step.

"A cup of martini." A nice voice sounded in his ears, and Field couldn't help but turn his head to look, a blonde in a professional suit sat down beside him.

Her long hair and big waves, her face was very delicate, about twenty-five or six years old, and her professional suit made her look very capable, but at the same time she was indescribable sexy. Perhaps she noticed Field's gaze, the girl turned her head, was she angry, just smiled, and looked charming.

"Why don't you try the blue charm here? This is their special signature cocktail, which has a mellow and exciting taste." Field, who was waving in his heart, said immediately.

"Is that?" the girl chuckled, "It's my first time here, I don't know yet, so..."

She dragged the sound and waited for the bartender to bring the Martini, then raised it to her lips and took a sip before looking at him with a smile: "How about treating me to have a drink?"

Hearing this, Field couldn't help but be stunned and his expression became subtle. Because even a woman who came out to have fun could not speak so quickly, so in general, if you don't know each other, and you don't even know your name, you're very likely to be in a certain business.

Although a contemptuous look flashed through his eyes, he was still more excited. There was no doubt that this beautiful woman could be considered a beauty. If she had been to have a woman who came out to have fun, she might not have been able to hook up with her.

Although he was a little handsome when he was young, he is now middle-aged and has a bald early. Unlike some people, even though they are in a big class, they still can easily fuck women.

Although the New York Post editor-in-chief's entertainment version allows him to show off his face in the upper class circle from time to time, it does not add much to him to attract women.

Of course, inconvenient cheating is also one of the reasons. Field once had an extramarital affair. There is no cat in the world that doesn’t steal fishy fish. Many so-called good men are either not having the chance or are tired of playing too much.

After the extramarital affair was exposed, his career almost ruined. Fortunately, his wife forgave and support him under his plea, so he never had such a thing again.

However, you can't have extramarital affairs, and it's okay to go to prostitutes. It's very convenient. Just do it more secretly. Moreover, with fresh stimulation, the family can be more harmonious. This is Field's philosophy or excuse.

So, when he vaguely guessed the other person's identity, the excitement prevailed.

But he was still very careful: "I don't know your name yet, ma'am."

"Okay, sir," the other party sneered, as if mocking his caution, "the police officers only wear cheap clothes, touch cheap lipsticks, and wear vulgar crystal high heels, waiting on the street for those fools who fall into the trap. They are not interested in coming to the bar."

Field's old face turned red, and he looked at the girl in surprise, while even more curious.

Although in American movies and TV series, prostitutes can openly trade with people in nightclubs on the streets, but in fact, except for Las Vegas, no other places are strictly prohibited.

Once a prostitute is caught by the police, a large fine is rarely paid, and in severe cases, it may be prosecuted.

Moreover, the worst thing is that American police can fish and enforce the law, so they often appear. When they meet street ladies on the street, they negotiate the price and find a hotel before they give the money. Before they take off their clothes, they are pressed to the ground by the police who rushed in.

This is what the girl laughed at, and although Field's face turned red, he began to try it out. Since the other party said such words, it shouldn't be the police.

"How many?" he asked bluntly.

"$200." The other party gave the answer without any concealment.

A hint of surprise flashed in Field's eyes. It was not that he felt it was too expensive, but that he felt... it was too cheap. Judging from the woman's appearance and temperament, as well as clothes with good texture, she was definitely not inferior to those high-end products.

He once spent $500 to play. Although it hurts a little, the service is indeed thoughtful. Now, this woman who looks good only costs $200, and it is very suspicious...

"Okay," the other party seemed to see his doubts and said in an impatient tone, "I encountered something happy today, so I'll be cheaper. If it's at other times, it's at least twice the price. If you are not interested, then forget it."

She said as she stood up and made a gesture to leave. Field quickly stopped her: "That's it!"

Of course, you have to seize this opportunity. Will you still be unlucky and encounter something wrong? So you immediately checked out and took the woman out and left the bar.

After they got out, they got in the car together. After driving for a while, Field realized that he didn't seem to know where to go, a motel? Or just go to a hotel?

Then, before saying that the name was just a code name and asked him to call her casually, Field called her Lucy's prostitute and asked with a smile: "Do you want something exciting, my dear?"

As he said that, he pinched the leather seats with hinted. Field felt a slight heart. Looking around, there were basically few pedestrians, and the public security here was also good. He stopped the car on the side of the road - but he was still a little conscious and parked in a shadow near the alley. Even if it was a little more intense, there was no need to worry that no one would notice it.

"Then...Next..." Field, who was holding the steering wheel, hoped to take the initiative by the woman he called Lucy.

"Don't worry, I said it, I'll have some excitement." The woman smiled, "Do you have that?"

"What?" Field didn't react.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, I know you must have it," the woman looked at him and smiled, "Don't you think it would be great to have one first?"

"Okay, okay..." Field opened the locker, reached into the innermost, and pulled it for a while before taking out a small bag.

"This is a high-end product." Although he said so, it was not slow to dismantle it.

Although marijuana is usually something that young people smoke, those white-collar workers who are under great pressure will smoke some from time to time, and Field is also among them. This is also the reason why he came out for a walk. It is impossible to smoke at home, right? Even if you don’t consider your wife’s feelings, you should think about the children.

After the two marijuanas were gone, both of them began to float up, and after giving the money, they immediately rolled in the car. The other party's skills were indeed good, and with the effect of marijuana, Field was like falling into the clouds. Therefore, he didn't pay attention to when the car window sounded, and he didn't react until the sound of tuk-tuk turned into a loud bang.

"Hey, you want to do it..." Field, who pressed the car window, wanted to swear, and after seeing the other party's police uniform clearly, he swallowed the words immediately, and his face turned pale.
Chapter completed!