pjbooks Chapter 7 It's not too late for you to get to know me now.
Chapter 7 It's not too late for you to get to know me now.
Meng Ran's theory of "the fine traditions of NGOs".
This left Clarissa speechless.
In that instant, she inexplicably saw the shadow of her city councilor father in Meng Ran.
They're clearly doing something wrong, yet they act so... self-righteous?
She didn't have to stand there in a daze for long.
Thea's voice came from behind again: "Isn't that Martin wearing a hat? He looks a lot like the picture you showed me."
Meng Ran and Clarissa's gazes instantly turned to the bar entrance in the distance.
Martin, now dressed in a different outfit, was stretching out his arm, letting the black security guard stamp his passport for entry.
Seeing this, Meng Ran instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that he's here. He was actually quite worried that Martin might change his mind at the last minute for some reason.
Thea, sitting in the back seat, immediately picked up her camera and started snapping pictures of Martin through the car window.
Although this girl likes crickets, Clarissa is actually very reliable when it comes to getting things done; she's not the kind of gossipy woman who only talks behind people's backs.
After a while.
Martin's figure disappeared completely at the entrance.
Meng Ran turned around from the passenger seat and looked at the young black man sitting in the back with Thea.
"Little Dahl, it's up to you now. Make sure you take lots of pictures."
"Bro, I have to admire your eye. You immediately recognized my potential as a secret agent. Leave the matter to me, I'll handle it without any problems."
Little Darl gave Meng Ran a crooked smile, then shook his head and winked his left eye.
After putting on this inexplicably confident and meaningless performance, he finally opened the door and got out of the car.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his foot touched the ground, he slipped on the remaining ice and almost fell flat on his face.
"..." Meng Ran sighed, rubbing her forehead.
"..." Clarissa sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"..." Thea sighed, rubbing her forehead.
Little Dahl was also a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly, adjusted the front of his coat to save face, and then gave an OK sign to the three people in the car with his back to them.
Only then did he stagger towards the bar.
This guy is an unpaid intern in the fourth project team.
He was also the only Black intern in the project team who received no pay.
In 09, major environmental NGOs in Detroit discriminated against Black people.
With Black people making up 80% of the population, they are rarely seen in NGOs.
However, it is precisely because of this discrimination that Dahl was able to enter the association, serving as a fig leaf for the association's racial equality efforts.
Meng Ran, this "mixed-race Chinese," also serves a certain purpose.
Sitting in the car, watching his retreating figure disappear into the bar, Thea couldn't help but scratch her head: "Will entrusting this to him... really work?"
"He's actually quite reliable. When I first met him, he even taught a few street thugs a lesson for me," Meng Ran explained.
He intended to use this opportunity to promote Dahl to a permanent position.
This is a good way to cultivate my influence within the association. Given Dahl's skin color, he might be of great use in the future.
The car fell silent again.
The Nokia candybar phone spun in Meng Ran's hand like a fidget spinner.
Time passed second by second.
Under the neon sign of Menjos, a large number of people of different skin colors gradually gathered and lined up in a long queue, with the number of customers exceeding Meng Ran's expectations.
This made him feel some pressure for no apparent reason.
There are too many people here. If I go in, won't I get groped by some pervert?
I frowned as I looked at my phone screen.
At this point [9:34], Little Dahl had been inside for about forty minutes, and it was time for him to make his move.
He coughed lightly.
Meng Ran said to the two of them, "I'll go in first. You two stay in the car and don't get out. If you run into any trouble, just drive away."
It was nighttime, and it was indeed not safe for two pretty girls to be alone on a street six miles away.
To be honest, Meng Ran regretted bringing the two of them along.
I guess I've been influenced by my lifestyle back home; I've forgotten I'm in Detroit when I'm working.
"It's okay, don't worry." Clarissa tilted her head in her signature way, giving Meng Ran a reassuring smile.
Even so, her hand couldn't help but reach for the side of the leather center console—where a custom-made mini combination lock safe was embedded.
Inside the safety case was a silver-white Smith & Wesson M3913LS pistol.
Furthermore, there was a Luger revolver in the magnetic gun holster under her driver's seat.
As a contestant holding a CPL (Concealed Handgun Carrying License), Clarissa always keeps two guns in her car.
However, I've never used it.
Meng Ran was unaware of these things.
Otherwise, he would have shamelessly asked Clarissa to take a look at him.
Guns!
In both his lifetimes combined, Meng Ran had never touched a real one.
Once he has money, he'll definitely buy a whole house to indulge himself.
He pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Meng Ran stood by the car, looking at the bar entrance across the street.
He couldn't help but reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette case.
"Snap!"
He tilted his head and lit the fire.
He exhaled a light puff of smoke.
He then started walking towards the bar.
But to my utter surprise...
Just as they took a step, two people, one in black and one in white, appeared at the bar entrance; it was Little Dahl and Martin.
Martin was quite burly, but standing next to Dahl, he looked like a little chick.
wrong!
Judging from the way the two are embracing, the adjective "a little bird nestled against a man" might be more appropriate.
"What a generous gift—crab!!" Thea exclaimed from inside the car.
She instantly raised her camera and snapped photos of the two people kissing passionately at the doorway.
As for Clarissa, her bright blue eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and she involuntarily leaned forward, pressing her face against the car window, staring intently at the two of them.
They're both like this.
Meng Ran, who was standing outside the car, was completely dumbfounded.
He was smoking a cigarette.
His mouth was slightly open.
At this moment, the wrinkles in his brain were almost smoothed out.
He was quite certain that he had only instructed Little Dahl to go in and take a few photos.
But this black guy actually hooked up with Martin?
Holy crap!
"What a talent!"
"What the hell was they thinking?"
Meng Ran flicked his finger, sending the cigarette he had just taken a puff of flying out and hitting the ground, sending sparks flying.
Martin, over there, finally spotted him.
The two looked at each other across the street.
Martin's face, which was flushed from the alcohol, showed a hint of panic.
However, he quickly regained his composure.
After all, this level of sexual interest isn't anything special in the US.
"Hey, Dahl, what are you doing here?" Meng Ran leaned against the front of the car, crossed his arms, and deliberately shouted.
Little Dahl understood immediately. Without waiting for Martin's consent, he pulled him close and walked towards Meng Ran: "I just met a new friend, and we're looking for a hotel to spend the night together."
"Oh?" Meng Ran turned her gaze to Martin with a half-smile.
Martin isn't stupid; he could easily detect something amiss.
He glanced at the windshield and, upon seeing Clarissa in the driver's seat, burst out laughing.
Then, he said to Meng Ran, "Mr. Cole, you don't think I'll donate the money to you just because you arranged for a colleague to keep me company for one night, do you?"
Meng Ran lowered his head and smiled.
He then looked up, stared at Martin, and smiled, "No, no, no, we were just waiting for a friend here and happened to run into you."
"Friends?" Martin scoffed.
Meng Ran, who had been leaning against the car, straightened up and leaned close to Martin's ear: "A friend from Brazil, her name is Seron, isn't it a nice name?"
Martin's sneer froze instantly.
His eyes darted around nervously, afraid of spotting that familiar Latin woman.
I watched it for quite a while.
His gaze then returned to Meng Ran's face.
He frantically tried to recall, gritting his teeth and muttering, "Damn it! Who are you? I don't remember ever knowing you before!"
"It's not too late for you to get to know me now."
Meng Ran raised his head slightly and said with his eyes half-closed.
Such a disdainful expression made Martin's chest heave instantly.
He was, after all, a Canadian and not a senior executive of a multinational corporation, so he knew nothing about the situation of Clarissa, Meng Ran, and others.
At this moment, he truly regretted causing that scene that morning.
Isn't this like kicking a hornet's nest?