Originally, I didn't plan on discussing this on our first meeting.

But, we had a great conversation before this.

Collaboration on beauty products, and plans for Paris Hilton's future.

All of these made me trust Zhou Mo Sen a lot.

Plus, her 'need' just happens to be Zhou Mo Sen's specialty.

So I figured, why hesitate? Just say it outright.

At this moment, Zhou Mo Sen's heart was still in a bit of turmoil.

I should refuse her!

Although, this is the United States.

This country is very open, and it's not uncommon for a man and a woman to applaud for love on their first meeting.

But after all, we need to cooperate in the future...

Hold on, this 'future'... is it legit?

What am I thinking!

But she spoke up, and very directly, too.

"Dr. Zhou is the most renowned plastic surgeon in all of America, and I used to be a model. For runway models, it's actually not ideal to have something this large..."

She gestured towards her chest as she spoke.

Zhou Mo Sen instantly understood.

Being a model has many requirements.

You need to be tall, and there are strict standards for body shape.

To look good in clothes, you need to have a small bust.

Look at the major fashion weeks and international supermodel shows.

They're basically all flat-chested.

Of course, there are some supermodels who aren't small at all.

But that just exceeds the standard completely.

Zhou Mo Sen vaguely remembered that this girl had posed for photo collections at the age of thirteen or fourteen, showing her extraordinary talent.

He liked blondes with well-proportioned figures.

The next generation, of course, inherited excellent genes.

So, she's now about twenty-three, right?

Those... to call them huge wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Zhou Mo Sen also remembered that a decade later, she had children and put on some weight.

It was quite something.

Clearly, she still wants to get on stage and walk the runway now.

So what needs to be done?

Zhou Mo Sen cleared his throat, "From a medical point of view, reduction is indeed possible, and my skills can help you..."

Upon hearing this, even though she's a confident girl,

her face was covered with a rosy blush.

Then Zhou Mo Sen added, "But I feel like I'd be ruining a perfect piece of art."

These words... were quite the tease!

She couldn't even look at him anymore and turned her head away.

"But it really affects my modeling career."

Turning her head away was clearly to avoid letting Zhou Mo Sen see her embarrassment.

However, Zhou Mo Sen reached out, turning her head back.

"I'm a doctor, you're a patient. We're having a normal conversation now. Even if you insist, I'd have to do a psyche eval with a psychologist, but I still have to say, it's truly perfect."

Hearing this, her heart was fluttering like a little deer.

"But, but you haven't even seen them yet!"

Who?

Zhou Mo Sen thought this girl was really quite amusing.

"Alright, why don't you think it over. I know you care about privacy, just give me a call directly."

They had exchanged phone numbers long ago, but what Zhou Mo Sen said had so many implications.

She felt even shyer, but still maintained her audacious demeanor.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Just give it some thought.

Currently, what's more important is collaborating with Zhou Mo Sen on beauty products.

Oh right, and there's the Paris Hilton matter.

Clearly, her mind was in chaos.

Luckily, she started the car, and the awkwardness between the two eased a lot.

Zhou Mo Sen didn't say much more.

But if it's urgent, and monitoring needs me, Dr. Zhou, to check them out,

I wouldn't mind at all.

But for now...

There's no rush, really, no rush.

Zhou Mo Sen actually didn't have any fancy moves.

He still plays the long game.

But this time, it's no longer about a big fish, it's about a giant fish!

...

In 1965.

Something big happened in American sports.

During the NCAA basketball finals that year, there was a team.

The starting lineup featured five Black players.

This was the first time in American sports history.

Such a scene had never happened before.

Moreover, this team's opponent was the very strong University of Kentucky.

Before that final, the University of Kentucky basketball team had maintained an undefeated record all year.

This University of Kentucky team was even known as the short-legged tiger team in basketball history.

The tallest on the team was only 193 cm, and their playing style was that any player could shoot from any position.

The most fundamental basketball philosophy.

The Kentucky team also had a coach who later became extremely well-known in the NBA.

Pat Riley.

And in that game, Pat Riley and his teammates faced their first defeat of the year.

The team that started five Black players and won the championship

was the West Texas United.

El Paso was quite poor, and its university couldn't support a team on its own.

Even though NCAA didn't pay players any form of salary.

Even though NCAA basketball games were more popular than the NBA back then.

So, it could only be a united team.

El Paso is still poor now.

West Texas United has long ceased to exist.

And that was also the only NCAA championship the University of El Paso ever won.

Probably the most colorful chapter in El Paso's history in America.

The style of this city leans more towards Mexico, which is not far away.

It doesn't even look like America.

Owen Johnson, now using the alias 'Hunter',

didn't go straight to Tijuana but first came to El Paso.

The city's appearance, and the visible poverty,

didn't make Owen feel anything uncomfortable.

Like a horse who knows the way, he entered a tavern with a backpack.

The tavern's style was just like in those Western movies.

Of course, there are many modern elements now.

Like a jukebox.

Owen didn't order a drink. He went to the jukebox first.

Inserted a coin and selected a jazz track.

Then he found a place to sit down.

The jukebox soon started playing music.

The tavern didn't have many people, just two or three patrons, with hazy drunken eyes.

Evidently, they had drunk a lot.

The bartender took a couple more looks at Owen but said nothing.

When the jazz track was about to end,

a woman appeared across from Owen's table.

This woman was sturdy and had dark skin.

Looking at her face, it was clearly of Mexican descent.

But what was most striking were her eyes.

She wore a black eyepatch, accentuating her fierce vibe.

As she sat down, she spoke right away.

"Why do you look different from before?"

"Am I more handsome now?"

"Looking at your face used to make me uncomfortable, now I feel like punching it even more."

"Then go ahead."

"Why are you daring to come back?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

"Don't you know what I want?"

"F*ck?"

Owen's response... wasn't swearing?

"Haha..." The one-eyed eyepatch woman burst out laughing, "Since you know, then..."

"Hold on, I'm not interested right now." Owen's words were quite harsh.

The eyepatch woman raised an eyebrow, "Are you not interested in me?"

Owen continued, "I hope you can do me a favor."

"What favor?" The eyepatch woman became curious.

"I plan on getting into La Mesa Prison, but I can't just randomly commit a crime, right?"

Indeed, wanting to get into a specific prison isn't an easy task.

The eyepatch woman laughed, "That depends on whether your waist is still strong."

Owen getting into prison this way,

probably, Zhou Mo Sen wouldn't have seen it coming, no matter how hard he tried.

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