Little Michael's technique is very skillful, and it can be seen that he has been doing it for a long time.

Many people think that making pizza is a very simple thing.

Do this first, then this, add a few more things, and finally stuff it all into the oven.

It's not difficult at all to smoke a cigarette, take it out, cut it a few times and serve it or send it out.

But only those who have actually done it know that even the first few steps are difficult to do well without skill.

Either it is too thick, it breaks easily, or the edges are not soft enough.

This is a job that requires long-term practice to become proficient. Michael has had similar experience. He can tell that Michael has been doing it for at least a few months.

"us……"

Little Michael glanced at him sideways, "We'll talk about it after get off work. If you stand here, the boss will deduct my wages."

Michael was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and gave in awkwardly, "I'll...wait for you behind."

At this time, the concept of "getting off work" is actually still far away, but Michael is willing to wait.

At eight o'clock, the "Open" sign hanging outside the store's door was turned over, and the lights in the hall were turned off.

Little Michael walked into the back alley carrying a pizza.

Michael was leaning against the wall, smoking.

There were already a lot of cigarette butts on the ground, as if he had a lot of questions.

"Eat something first, it's free."

Just as Michael was about to say something, he was blocked back. The father and son stood together and quickly destroyed a plate of pizza.

"I thought... you would have a decent job. I heard you went to college." Michael hesitated and expressed his confusion.

He knew that little Michael went to college, but he didn't know what happened next.

After Johnson moved, they basically lost contact with Michael.

Some people have forgotten it, and some people are unwilling to face it.

Little Michael skillfully took out a cigarette from Michael's cigarette case and lit it for himself.

He leaned against the edge of the trash can, blowing smoke out of his mouth, feeling an indescribable... decadence.

Little Michael sighed, "You know what?"

"It's hard to find a job."

"What big companies need is not grades and interviews, but letters of recommendation."

"No matter how stupid you are, as long as you have a recommendation letter from a big shot, you can enter the company you want to join and choose the position you want."

"No one wrote me a letter of recommendation."

Michael interrupted, "Where's Johnson?"

Little Michael shook his head, not intending to talk about it.

He continued, "When entering a small business, in addition to ability, they also value the background of their employees."

"They don't want me in businesses and shops that are related to gangs and crime, such as the butcher shop on the street."

"They have hired a lot of people, the wages are much higher than here, and the work is very easy."

"But they shouldn't, because you are a former investigator of the Federal Tax Service and you are still at the captain level. They are afraid that there may be a trap in this."

"Businesses and stores that have nothing to do with gangs don't want me either."

"Because you are a federal felon, they can't check your file and don't know what you do, and also because you are a former IRS investigator, it's hard for me to stand a chance."

"I want to be a police officer, but no one wants me because you are a former Federal Tax Service investigator and a convicted felon. They didn't even give me a chance."

"This is one of the few jobs I can find, Michael."

He opened his arms, "You don't have to be too sad, and you don't have to say sorry. I'm very satisfied with my current life, and... thank you for what you did for me before."

Michael hugged his son tightly, his eyes were wet, but he didn't know what to say or what to do.

When he was an investigator for the Federal Tax Service, many people wanted to give him face.

But when he lost this identity, he was hated by people and dogs because of this identity.

This is not a flattering job and identity, worse than those of the police or the FBI!

The more power the federal government gives it, the more people hate it and the people who work for it.

Not to mention, Michael is a fucking felon!

"Welcome home!", little Michael patted his father on the shoulder, "How did you know I was here?"

"Have you met Jane?"

Jane is his girlfriend. Michael nodded, "Yes, I have met. Are you... married?"

"I hope I didn't miss one of the most important moments of your life!"

Little Michael shook his head and said, "We don't have this plan for the time being, we are still saving money."

He paused as he spoke and patted Michael's arm, "Let's go and talk again when we get back. I'm tired after working all day."

Little Michael was riding a bicycle, and Michael was walking beside him. The two talked about the changes over the years.

Since the emergence of Lynch's college alliance, the "gold content" of college students has dropped a lot.

College students are no longer a step into a higher social class, but in any case, it gives people a chance.

There are always a few lucky people who can successfully cross class, which makes more people think that they are the next lucky person.

It's not too far from where they live. In the living room, little Michael introduced his father to Jane.

The girl was also a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you in the afternoon."

Michael was very generous, "It doesn't matter, you did a good job, this is how you treat strangers."

The girl was still a little embarrassed because of Michael's preaching, but little Michael rolled his eyes and said, "I'll stay in the guest room with you tonight and we'll clean it up."

Michael patted the sofa and said, "I can sleep here. You don't know how much I have longed to sleep here all these years!"

Compared to the damn plank bed in prison, the sofa is really great!

And, there is freedom!

"I'm going to clean up the room." Jane said and went upstairs. She couldn't stand the atmosphere here and couldn't adapt to it.

The sudden addition of a man to the family made her feel bad.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After she left, Michael hesitated and asked, "Your mother..."

"She's fine, and I don't want to talk about her."

When Johnson and his wife last visited Michael together, they didn't explain everything, but Michael knew what was going on.

His feelings towards Johnson were very complicated.

When he was working, Johnson always wiped his behind. His style of handling cases was too brutal, and he often received various complaints.

Without Johnson, he might have lost his job, let alone the chance to run for director.

Moreover, after he was imprisoned, Johnson also ran for him and took care of his wife and children. He could not have too much hatred for this man.

But he had a relationship with his wife again and gave birth to a child. This was also a fact that Michael found difficult to accept.

After so many years, he has actually become much more rational and calm.

I think when he learned the news, he beat up his roommate and was put in solitary confinement many times.

But now, I feel a lot more relieved.

"Do you know her address?"

In silence, little Michael handed over the note tucked into a book in the drawer of the TV cabinet, "What are you going to do next?"

"Go find her and get back together with her, or beat Johnson's ass?"

Michael was a little confused, "I don't know."

Johnson paid for little Michael's college tuition. If it weren't for him, little Michael might not even be able to afford a house now.

So Michael didn't know what to do.

Little Michael looked at his much older father and sighed, "I think you should live your own life instead of disturbing anyone."

"You have to live, you have to eat, wear clothes, and you have to make money."

"As much as I want to take up my responsibilities, as you can see, my life is not easy now."

"You have to stand up first and then think about other things. Do you understand what I mean?"

Michael nodded and said nothing.

At night, Michael didn't feel like he was home in the guest room.

Before he came back, he thought he would be so excited, but at this moment, he suddenly felt... everything was boring.
To be continued...