Shadow Empire

Chapter 113 Listening to Mom and the New Bar

The middle class is not the happiest people in the Federation, but it is definitely the most fulfilled.

Because the lives of the rich are not as fulfilling as theirs, the rich will only feel waves of powerless emptiness, but the middle class can make their lives very fulfilling.

From the first thing they do after getting up in the morning to the last thing they do before going to bed at night, they can arrange their lives full, exquisitely and stylishly.

Mrs. Lawrence had just finished a... social for women in a middle-class community.

These middle-class community hostesses, who may or may not be working, gather together every other weekend for a very interesting social event.

Men are not allowed to join here. All the members are women who live in the same community and are familiar with each other and have a good relationship with each other.

If someone is not invited, there is a high probability that the woman or even her family will be ostracized by the entire community.

Federalists always act like messengers of justice when talking about bullying, but in fact, bullying is everywhere, from kindergarten to the presidential palace.

This situation exists on campus, in the workplace, in politics, and even in the community.

So much so that people often hear rumors like "A certain family was forced to move out of the community because they couldn't stand being targeted in the community."

Every time they would set a theme before the party began, and the theme of the party Mrs. Lawrence attended this time was "flower arrangement".

Flower arranging is a family social activity that only the middle class can participate in. They will bring some vases to social places, and then someone will provide a variety of flowers, mainly from flower shops outside the community.

Then they will invite a flower arrangement teacher who will teach them how to make their vases full and beautiful.

The low-income and the proletarians do not have the time or money to do such flashy things.

It is impossible for rich people to do it themselves, so only the middle class will actually try and learn flower arrangement.

Although it looks... simple, it is actually not an easy task to make it look good, beautiful, and not obtrusive.

While arranging flowers, they chatted about private or public matters, community or social matters.

Those with the best family conditions and background are always the core of the party.

Class is everywhere, this is the Federation.

Mrs. Lawrence is in the first tier in this community because there are many civil servants and some people working in large companies in the Lawrence family.

They talked about the recent election fraud, criticized current affairs, then chatted about next spring's fashion shows, and finally talked about some things in bed.

Sometimes women discuss sex to such an extent that even men cannot match them.

In short, the two hours made every lady very happy, which achieved the social purpose they wanted.

It completes socializing, entertainment, cultivates artistic sentiment, exchanges information, and strengthens relationships. This is an indispensable part of fucking middle-class social interaction.

If you don't, then you're isolated, not anything else.

When Mrs. Lawrence came back carrying the short, fat vase, she immediately saw the luxury car parked in the parking space.

She glanced at the window and deliberately slammed the car door shut to remind her daughter.

She didn't want to be too cautious and embarrass everyone, causing a situation that she couldn't handle.

She even pretended that she couldn't find the key and stood at the door for about ten or twenty seconds. When she heard the hurried footsteps upstairs gradually become less hurried, she inserted the key into the key.

"Honey, is anyone here?" she called to Patricia the moment she opened the door.

Lance and Patricia came down from upstairs, her face flushed, "Yes, Mom, we just came back from cousin Barbara's."

She went over, took the vase and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. Mrs. Lawrence looked at Lance with a half-smile, "Thank you for sending her back. I thought she would stay out overnight."

But she didn't tease Lance too much. After shaking hands with Lance, she asked, "Her uncles and aunts didn't embarrass you, did they?"

But she soon thought of something, "Probably not. You drove a nice car today, they will just smile at you."

Mrs. Lawrence knew William's brothers and sisters very well. They were typical federal people who considered themselves to be the elite.

They question everything that is inferior to themselves, but they cannot question a 20,000 yuan car or the person sitting in it.

Lance nodded in agreement with her point of view, "Everyone is very enthusiastic."

Mrs. Lawrence smiled and quipped, "For the money's sake."

She paused for a moment and said, "Please sit down for a while and read the newspaper or listen to the radio. I will prepare dinner."

She walked to the kitchen and said to Patricia, "Honey, come and give me a hand."

The mother and daughter began to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

The three of them chatted and laughed, and the meal was over. Mrs. Lawrence politely suggested that Lance could stay here - he could sleep in Patricia's room, and Patricia could sleep with her, but it was just a courtesy. It's like when you play at your friend's house until 11:30 pm, and your friend's wife appears in front of you holding a pillow and says, "Why don't you stay tonight?"

Lance took the initiative to say goodbye and left.

Patricia told Barbara everything that had happened, and it was obvious that she was very happy.

Mrs. Lawrence stroked her soft hair and asked a question that made her choke on her own saliva, "Did you do it when I came back?"

"Mom!" Her face turned red all of a sudden.

Mrs. Lawrence seemed very calm. "As a mother, I just hope you can protect yourself, that's all."

Seeing Patricia shaking her head, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "When you are sure that you really love him and it is not just a youthful impulse, then consider this matter, and try not to get pregnant."

"But before that, you'd better make a decision carefully."

After leaving Patricia's place, Lance drove to Alberto's place. Although the luxury car was comfortable to drive and the walnut and calfskin interior felt like touching a girl's skin, it was not his after all.

Coincidentally, when Lance came over, Alberto was just about to leave. He asked Lance not to get out and got directly into the car, along with Fordice.

"Anything tonight?" he asked.

Lance shook his head. He gave Lance an address, "Go here."

Lance glanced at the Bay Area address and asked curiously as he drove out of the alley, "Did you buy a new house?"

He had heard before that Alberto's house was in Sumuli District and that all their people lived there.

Alberto seemed to be in a good mood. "It's not a new house, it's a new bar, just opened. You know, your wine..."

Lance honked the horn, and the sound of the horn suddenly interrupted Alberto's words, and he came to his senses, "Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with you, it's my wine."

"Almost all bars have become popular recently, and the boss plans to open one himself to give it a try. If the effect is good, he may open more bars."

"Making money is the truth, everything else is fake!"

Lance nodded as he looked at the road, "You're absolutely right."

Ten minutes later, the car stopped outside a bar that didn't look like a bar.

This is a red brick house that looks like a warehouse or...something else. This style is rare in the Bay Area, and it is indeed not on the busiest street in the Bay Area, but it is not too far away.

The entire square red brick house has no windows. If it weren't for the bright street lights, people might not come over. But in the open space behind it, Lance saw a lot of nice cars when he parked his car.

The kind that costs several thousand dollars.

After the car stopped, the three of them walked to a small door. Fordis took two steps forward and knocked hard on the door.

With a click, a small crack appeared on the door for observation. A pair of vigilant eyes looked outside, and a light on the door suddenly lit up.

The moment the light came on, it also illuminated the surroundings. When the people inside saw that it was Alberto, their eyes softened a lot.

"Damn it, Fordyce, knock on the door a little quieter next time. I thought someone was here to check!" After two sounds of the bolt being pulled, the door opened.

A guy wearing a white shirt and a brown vest with his sleeves rolled up came out. He hugged Fordis and then walked up to Alberto. "It's crowded tonight. There may not be a seat for you."

Alberto was a little curious, "What kind of inspection are you talking about?"

The goalkeeper shrugged and said, "Go ask Leonard." He glanced at Lance and finally his gaze returned to Alberto's face.

"This is Lance. The boss knows him."

The gatekeeper stared at Lance's face for a moment, then held out his hand. "Larry, welcome, my friend. I hope you have a pleasant evening tonight."

After the three people entered the door, the gatekeeper slammed the door shut, then sat on the chair next to him and picked up a book.

Lance looked at it curiously, and Fordyce explained, "He said he wants to go to college."

"Shut up, Fordyce!" Larry looked at him with wide eyes.

Fordyce laughed and raised his hands, "I shouldn't laugh at college students!"

After saying that, he ran away laughing. Larry, who had just stood up, sat back down cursing.

Alberto put his arm around Lance's shoulders and continued walking inside, "Don't mind them. They used to bicker a lot when we were in Sumuli."

Behind the iron bars beside the corridor, a girl with almost no upper body and heavy makeup seemed to be chewing something while asking, "Alberto, do you want some change?"

(End of this chapter)