After being missing for two days, Randy is finally back!

Unfortunately, he suddenly became very decadent. With the money given by Bai Quinn, he could hide in the house and drink every day.

As a disciple who talks about everything, Bai Quinn knows why Randy is like this, but he can't help him much.

Cassidy rejected Randy's proposal. Everyone knows that a bitch is ruthless, but it still hurts when it happens to her.

In Bai Quinn's view, why should you marry someone who can spend sixty dollars to experience your body when needed?

But you can't say this in front of Randy, or you'll get beaten...

Bai Quinn sent Sarah downstairs and carried the packed Burger King home.

Burger King is for Randy. He hasn't eaten all day. The refrigerator was empty yesterday. Randy will not go to Wal-Mart to buy food until the wine in the corner is finished. The apprentice will always bring food back.

"You can't do this, Randy. You are going to see Rachel in a few days. Have you bought her birthday gift? I also prepared one and put it on the shelf at the door. Did you see it?"

Randy drank silently and said nothing.

"Hey Randy, isn't she just a woman? How disappointed your fans would be if they saw Sledgehammer like this...well, forget the fans...think about Rachel, if she knew about him

Father is still drunk every day, will she still want to see you again?"

Randy muttered: "M-Fxxk fans, M-Fxxk Cassidy, M-Fxxk Phoebe, M-Fxxk Rachel...M-Fxxk my life is a piece of shit!"

Bai Quinn simply snatched away Randy's wine bottle. Now Sledgehammer Randy had no strength to fight with him. He watched helplessly as Bai Quinn put the remaining wine into the sink, and then walked out the door with the remaining half of the box of wine.

.

Soon, the homeless people on the street corner cheered in celebration. It wasn't until someone fired a gun into the air that the street corner became quiet.

On a cold day, a bottle of low-priced Smirnoff vodka was a luxury for them. Someone sent more than ten bottles at once, which was even happier than Christmas.

"Did you give away my wine?" Although he didn't have the strength, Randy still yelled at Bai Quinn angrily when he came back.

"You can't drink anymore, Randy. Do you want to get along with those guys downstairs? That's fine. I just helped you establish a relationship with them. I hope they will not steal it for the sake of vodka.

shoe……"

"Me and them? No, I'm Randy the Sledgehammer!"

"How far away do you think you are from them? Just one or two mistakes and you will be just like them!"

Bai Quinn sat down, put his arms around Randy, and said: "What if you miss work one day because of drinking and fail to pass the six-month unemployment benefit application review? You will lose the big envelope that supports you!

What if you forget or don’t have the money to pay the water and electricity bills of your public housing? You will lose the house!

Besides public housing, where can you rent with your poor unemployment benefits?

Without your address, unemployment benefits will disappear soon. Am I right?

Next, you will move into your car and then be robbed at gunpoint by a group of gangsters on a rainy night and lose your car.

By then, you will be like those guys downstairs. If you don’t have a fixed place to live, you can’t find a job. If you can’t find a job, you won’t have money. You can only live on charity from the church, bathe in the soup kitchen, and be busy every day.

You are busy, but no one is willing to give you a job, your life is hopeless, and you keep falling in the downward passage...

Do you still have the face to see Rachel then?

Maybe none of this will happen, I can help you, you are my master, you are still my agent, and you will get a share of the money I earn from wrestling.

But what if one day I stop wrestling? Or I move out west, to Hollywood, to pursue my dream of becoming a star in M-Fxxk.

You can't find me anymore, or I have no money, and I can't even support myself.

What should you do then?"

Being scolded by a young man who was as old as his daughter, Randy was angry at first, but was suppressed by Bai Quinn. Then Randy started to be quiet and silent, and finally covered his face and cried silently.

"Promise me to quit drinking. It's been five years since you moved here. Has there been any change in the past five years? You don't seem to have changed at all.

Why? It’s alcohol that’s holding you back!

It's not like he has changed at all. The Randy of five years ago would not drink himself to death just because a stripper rejected him.

But I've changed, I've grown up, maybe it's time for me to leave here.

You know? Randy, I have always regarded you as a friend, and you have even taken over the role of my father, so when I leave, I hope to take you with me.

Now there is an opportunity before us. My strength alone is not enough. Can you help me?

You don’t really want to rot here, do you? You are Sledgehammer Randy! The nationally famous Sledgehammer Randy!

Let's work together to get out of East Harlem..."

Randy still covered his face, his long hair completely covering him, and told Bai Quinn his thoughts with a slight nod.

"I told you a few days ago that I left a role for you in our movie. I know you can do it. You can't wrestle anymore, but you can still make a movie. Let's make a movie together!

If this movie is successful and you still want to make a movie, we will continue to make it.

If you don't want to take pictures, I'll find you a job at Wedmark Image, one with social security and pension. It's an easy job, and you can help me contact competitions to earn some extra money.

I need you to help me, but you are also helping yourself.

Promise me, stop drinking, and we'll do our best!"

Randy finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and hugged Bai Quinn's shoulders, crying loudly.

…

Bai Quinn comforted Randy. When he returned to his home, it was already past twelve o'clock. He had to meet the director tomorrow and go to WWF for trial training on the weekend...

I have never seen such a hard-working time traveler, why can they buy stocks and make money while lying down!

Motorola, Samsung, Trump Group!

Motorola, Samsung, Trump Group!

Motorola, Samsung, Trump Group!

The password for future wealth, recite silently three times every day before going to bed...

Bai Quinn fell on the bed. There was a message ringing, and he took out his cell phone. It was Sarah's.

"Are you asleep?"

Go to sleep!

Bai Quinn felt tired, covered her head and went to sleep. We will talk about it tomorrow.

…

On weekends, on the road.

"Hello, Sarah, yes, yes, I'm on my way to Boston, just past Sbridge...

Well, Steve Boche, that's him, our director...have you done your research? Or are you well-connected, a little star!

How's he doing? Homicide, assistant director for next season, I got it...

What about word-of-mouth?...That means it's not bad...

What do I think of him? As I told you last time, I think he has a lot of ideas, but he just doesn’t know what the actual water quality is... He was probably convinced by me.

I'm not trying to persuade you, I'm sincere...

Okay, see you later...bye...bye...I'll contact you tonight...your mother called you..."

Putting down the phone, Bai Quinn let out a long breath and said to Randy, the co-pilot: "What do you think, Randy, this car is more comfortable. The broken road just now, if it were your minivan, it would be overturned."

stand up!"

Randy couldn't bear to see Bai Quinn having an affair with a girl in front of him. According to Bai Quinn, this was like feeding dog food in front of him. He said angrily: "No matter how broken my Volkswagen van is, it's still my car. You

This Land Rover Discovery has to be given back to someone else."

"That's not necessarily true..."

Bai Quinn swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

Big Pussy asked him to drive this car, but he didn't say he wanted to return it.

Bai Quin specially checked the steel stamps on the engine and body. They were all newly stamped...it was definitely a stolen car!

No matter what, just open it first!

"Didi, didi, didi, didi~~~~"

Bai Quinn picked up the phone: "Way...Hello? Malina, hello, hello, oops, I forgot to tell you, Anna complimented my clothes that day, thank you for helping me choose the clothes... Makeup No. 12

The first draft? I'm in Boston! ...I'll definitely come back! I'll definitely drive back all night!

What else?...I know...Mr. Coker told me that I don't need to use my real name to participate in wrestling!

I will protect my face, Wai...ah no, hello...the signal is not good on the road..."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Quinn tilted his head and shrugged helplessly at Randy, "The people at CAA are nagging again. You can't go on stage with your real name... You can't go on stage with your real name... The audience members are all blind. There will definitely be mistakes in the future.

Fans held up the "Vogue" that I used as the cover and yelled: 'Smash that fashion sissy!'

You see, this slogan is definitely more catchy than 'QB, Sucks'."

There is not much money to be made from modeling work. Bai Quinn is still in the stage of accumulating fame and has no other means of cashing in. Only by constantly crying about poverty and talking about feelings, CAA allowed Bai Quinn to continue his wrestling career.
To be continued...