I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 24 Brotherhood

Upon entering the drinking area, Luther was startled by what he saw.

It wasn't the dark, damp, and sneaky underground shop he had imagined.

On the contrary, the interior is just as grand, even more luxurious, and the prohibition order is completely ineffective here.

The men were all dressed in gentlemanly three-piece suits, while the women had a different style.

Compared to outside, this place has a more feminine feel.

Most of them wore fringed skirts, the hem of which just reached their knees, revealing a section of their calves.

Their hair was cut into the most popular bob hairstyle at the moment, some were permed, and some were simply tucked behind their ears.

They wore dark lipstick and heavy eyeliner, and long pearl necklaces that swayed in front of their chests as they moved.

This is the "Flapper," the most iconic female figure of the 1920s.

They smoke, drink, and dance; they cut their hair short and shortened their skirts; and they openly talk about sex, saying things like "I'm in charge of my own sex life," which has already been said by now.

In the eyes of the older generation, they are undoubtedly a decadent generation, a lost generation.

But in their own eyes, this is freedom, and the price that must be paid for it.

As Luther walked around, he felt a familiar scene coming towards him. Wasn't this "The Great Gatsby"?

In the center of the dance floor, several young couples were dancing enthusiastically. To the rhythm of the music, the men and women swayed and twisted, and their laughter, like drops of water, rippled out from the center of the dance floor.

This Charlton dance has a very fast rhythm, requiring both men and women to tap rapidly like springs while swinging their arms wildly, as if they were being electrocuted.

In short, Luther thought it was stupid.

Besides these, there were also people dancing the foxtrot, waltz, and tango, all of which involved men and women embracing each other and twisting and turning together, which Luther couldn't quite distinguish.

However, one thing is certain: when breath and sweat mingle, and heartbeats and passion intertwine, it would be truly inexcusable if nothing happened next.

No wonder my brother-in-law is so addicted to it, he can't extricate himself. This pleasure makes people forget about life!

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Daniel leaned closer, looking smug.

"That's interesting," Luther nodded.

Daniel patted him on the shoulder and led him across the edge of the dance floor toward a relatively quiet booth in the corner.

Along the way, people kept greeting Daniel. Some nodded with a glass in hand, some whistled from a distance, and two girls in short skirts even grabbed his arm and asked, "Daniel, who's this handsome guy? Is he new here?"

Daniel laughed, shook off their hands, and didn't answer.

Luther noticed that these people's clothing, mannerisms, and speech all exuded a strong air of wealth.

It's clear that while this isn't within the sphere of influence of WASP, it's still a place that only the wealthy can afford to spend their money.

Daniel quickly led him to a booth in a corner.

There were already four people sitting on the curved sofa in the booth. When Daniel arrived, they all stood up to greet him.

"Hey guys!" Daniel opened his arms and said to the group, "Come on, let me introduce you to someone, this is my brother—Luther!"

Perhaps because Daniel had mentioned it beforehand, the group was quite friendly when they first met Luther.

Luther smiled and greeted the group politely, while Daniel took the opportunity to introduce them one by one.

He pointed to one of the tall, chubby young men and said, "This is Tom Flynn; his family is in the dock business."

Upon hearing this, Tom stretched out his hand, and Luther could feel the calluses on his hands, rough and hard, clearly indicating that he had done manual labor.

Daniel then pointed to one of the handsome men and said, "This is Sam Goldstein, also from Germany. His family is in the textile wholesale business."

Sam shook hands with Luther.

In contrast, this Sam was much more refined in his manners, clearly the kind of well-behaved student who excelled in his studies.

His suit was exceptionally well-tailored, and the fabric was the best among the group.

But that's not surprising, since their family is in the textile business, they're bound to be much more particular about these things.

"This is Jim Green," Daniel said, pointing to a tall, thin man sitting at the far end. "His family is in the funeral business."

Luther nodded, which was considered a greeting to the other party.

"This is Tony," Daniel said, finally pointing to a burly young man with a thick beard. "He's Italian, and his family is in business."

After Daniel finished his introduction, the group greeted Luther, thus establishing their initial acquaintance.

After a brief observation, Luther felt that the fact that these people came together was not necessarily due to fate, but more likely due to the attraction between kindred spirits.

Tom Flynn looks chubby, with long, unattractive hair; he's just average-looking.

Sam Goldstein is good-looking and has a refined demeanor; he is the most outstanding among these people.

But because he was of German descent and Jewish, he faced some awkwardness in Boston's social circles.

As for the other two, they looked much more ordinary, except for Tony.

Because at this moment, with his full beard, he really looked just like a gangster in a movie.

But what surprised Luther the most was that there was a little girl sitting right behind Tom Flint.

She was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a long satin dress with a hem that reached her ankles, revealing white lace stockings.

She had blonde hair that wasn't permed, cut short, or styled; it just hung down naturally.

She sat quietly, completely different from the other girls in the bar.

Like a lily that has been mistakenly placed in a rose garden, it is quiet and unassuming, yet it cannot help but attract attention.

Her brother-in-law, in particular, never took his eyes off her the entire time.

Tom scratched his head sheepishly and explained to Luther, "This is my sister Alice. My parents aren't home tonight, and I didn't want to leave her alone, so I brought her along. We'll just play, don't worry about her."

"Alright then," someone replied.

Soon, the group sat down, and the conversation began.

Tony, the Italian, spoke first. He rubbed his hands together and said somewhat shyly, "Mr. Luther, we're not like you. You come from a noble family, but we Catholics, Jews, and Italians aren't well-received in America. We knew that back in college; nobody wanted to hang out with us, and those WASP clubs wouldn't even let us in the door."

He seemed to be used to it all along, and spoke of it with remarkable nonchalance.

"So we came together and formed this club." Tony glanced at Daniel. "Daniel is our boss."

Jim Green nodded. "Yes, we're brothers. We help each other and play together. To hell with WASP and Boston Club!"

Sam Goldstein didn't say anything, but just smiled slightly, picked up his glass of wine and took a sip.

Just then, Daniel returned.

"Guys! Look what I brought! This time you're guaranteed to have a blast!"