Chapter 4: Ten million dollars in underwear?

If it's someone else, maybe it's embarrassing now whether to turn around or how to apologize, but Hunter has no such concerns.
He turned around with his pockets and smiled at each other: "I'm just relieving the girl's psychological trauma because she didn't buy your undershirt ... Ah, it's a t-shirt."
"Oh, really?"
Winston's voice was lighter than expected, and his slowly sloping lips, Hunter suddenly realized ... the other laughed, although it was very shallow, but it was like an eternal flower frozen in a glass ball Opened the imprisonment, slowly blooming ...
"Then do you know why you are considered a waitress?"
"For ... why?"
Hunter didn't think the other party would talk to him, and the topic raised by the other party really interested him.
"Because you look like a child."
The smile became more obvious, and Hunt's pupil trembled. He has never seen Winston's smile and believes that all media at the scene did.
This made Hunt wonder if the other party was ridiculing himself or satirizing himself.
"So be sure to comb your bangs so that you look mature, so that you will not be regarded as a college student working as a waitress."
Hunt looked at each other, and every word Winston said was inexplicable.
At this time, the waiter walked by holding a tray filled with mineral water and juice.
Winston extended his hand, took the juice and handed it to Hunt, and the glass he took was mineral water.
Not red wine, not champagne, but juice ... Is Winston laughing at his naivety, or does he know he's not old enough to drink?
Wait ... how could Winston care about his age? Or do you think he must be small?
Just as Hunter was thinking, Winston's fingers reached into the cup, and the knuckles were stained with water, immersed in Hunter's bangs, and pushed them up, revealing his forehead.
The other's fingertips gently pressed his scalp, and Hunter, who had wanted to step back, stopped subconsciously.
"Changing a dinner dress, its waist is not suitable."
As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, he looked up at Winston and raised his face for himself.
Very focused.
I don't know if it is because his eyelashes are beautiful, so Hunter has an illusion.
"Thank you ... we ... should we have spoken only in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix before?"
Why does he feel as if Winston is very familiar with himself?
But the other person just looked at him silently.
This made Hunt even more uncertain.
Just then, the voice of the auction host sounded again.
"Below is Marcus's youngest player, Evan Hunt, a bison baseball cap in middle school! The starting price is $ 500!"
Hunter turned his head in surprise, spreading his hand: "My baseball cap! I didn't say it was for auction!"
He looked in the direction of Marcus, using his eyes to ask the other party what was going on. Marcus shook his head.
"That's what my dad gave me ..." Hunt was a little reluctant, but what he really cared about was why the starting price of a Winston shirt was $ 5,000, and his baseball cap was only $ 500?
The point is ... no one will buy it!
Maybe some F1 enthusiasts who are present will be interested in things that have just entered the Formula One racer, but the problem is that he has not scored a point in three races, and his things have no value in collection at all!
This is really awkward!
Hunter is thinking about leaving quickly, as if he doesn't exist?
Five seconds passed and no one bid.
Hunter rolled his eyes, he would not buy the baseball cap by himself, anyway, there are too many useless things left by his dad, not bad that baseball cap.
"Five hundred dollars!" Marcus was probably sorry, so he offered five hundred dollars as a donation.
"One thousand dollars." Winston's voice rang from behind Hunter, and most of the banquet looked over.
Everyone showed a surprised expression, and did not expect that Winston, who had not talked at the whole party, would be interested in that baseball cap?
"One thousand and five hundred dollars!" Shark Shire asked.
Hunt stared suspiciously.
"Two thousand dollars." Winston said again.
The voice was not loud, but the whole banquet hall suddenly quieted down.
"Two thousand five hundred dollars!" Big Shark raised the price again.
"Three thousand dollars." Winston continued.
Hunter suddenly felt it was a fight between Winston and the Great Shark. Isn't it more fun than playing in the arena?
Really love and kill each other, money is unlucky!
Hunter suddenly felt a sense of superiority deep in his heart, and that is-Winston and Shire are actually naive!
In the eyes of many guests' guesses and unknowns, Hunter's baseball cap has been raised to $ 5,000 by the Great White Shark.
This made other people on the scene join the battle.
"Six thousand dollars!"
"Seven thousand dollars!"
Everyone thinks that the auction items that can make two Formula One top racers bid must be unique.
"Maybe this baseball cap was worn by this baseball star?"
"What could be a limited edition collector's edition?"
Hunter is speechless: If this is what you think, the starting price of this baseball cap will not be five hundred dollars!
Soon, the price reached $ 7,000.
The great white shark smiled provocatively at Winston.
The host of the auction and many guests also looked in the direction of Winston.
His expression didn't change, and he slowly raised his hand: "$ 10,000."
His gaze crossed Hunter's shoulder and he looked at Shire. Even if the end of the line of sight wasn't Hunt, he could feel Winston's gaze crushing everything, and he was warning Charles.
Twenty seconds elapsed, and no one bid again, and Shire looked at Winston with a smile, as if to say: Fool, if you like, you can take it.
"Congratulations to Mr. Winston for taking this baseball cap! I think everyone must be curious. Is there anything special about this baseball cap?"
Hunt nodded in his heart: Yeah, yeah! What's so special about this baseball cap! Tell me, I'll find you ten or eight! Don't ask you one for ten thousand dollars, one hundred dollars is enough!
"Because it's Hunt." Winston replied.
All sights gushed to Hunt like the tide.
"Hunter? Is that the owner of that baseball cap? Does he have anything to do with Winston?"
"He ... seems to have only participated in three races. He has no points and is ranked in the middle and lower reaches!"
"But the racer is still young, and I heard that there is only one month left at the age of nineteen ... looks cute."
Hunt wanted to cover his face. He didn't expect that one day he would be known, not because of the F1 Grand Prix, but because of a baseball cap.
"Are you crazy? $ 10,000 for a baseball cap?"
Winston walked past him unhurriedly, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "If that was the underpants you wore, I could do $ 10 million."
It was clear that he could not hear the sound of emotional ups and downs, but it seemed like a match was rubbed in Hunter's heart, and it suddenly burned.
"What ..." Hunt looked at Winston's back inexplicably.
Marcus walked to Hunter's side and said, "Hey! I don't see how you and Winston knew each other!"
"No ... we don't know ..."
"Then why did he spend so much money on your baseball cap?"
"Because he has more money." Hunt looked at Marcus with an idiot's gaze.
The obvious answer is to ask why?
As for what Winston said before leaving, Hunter automatically boiled down to the other's casual joke.
After all, they can count the number of times they meet. How could Winston really spend $ 10 million on his underwear if he had no problem with his head?
It just ... shouldn't be an illusion--Van Winston seems to pay close attention to him?
Thinking about it, Hunter felt that the dress on his body really twisted.
After the banquet, Hunter was blowing the evening breeze, driving his little jeep on his way home.
Pulling the bow tie and throwing it aside, he finally unlocked his neckline as expected.
Without restraint, this is life!
Hunt was humming "Lemon Tree" in his heart. It was only three seconds of happiness, and he heard a bang—the ground stopped, the car stopped, and the front cover seemed to be smoking?
"Ah ..." Hunt grabbed the back of his head, got out of the car, opened the front cover ... even if he was a professional racer, he felt that this situation was hopeless?
Seems to call the insurance company?
"The world loves me, I love the world." Hunter said helplessly, shaking his head.
He made a phone call and found by accident that he didn't know when a chocolate bar was dropped under the passenger seat.
"Well, it's not too bad luck." He opened the wrapping paper, clamped it with his fingers, and made a gesture of smoking a cigar.
The headlights came from a distance and stopped as he passed by.
A red Ferrari supercar stopped at the side of the road, the door opened, and Hunter's eyes followed the long leg line of the opponent, followed by a restrained but implied waist line.
The opponent closed the door sharply and walked towards him.
"what happened?"
His voice was like mint floating in the night breeze, not as alienated as at the dinner.
"Win ... Winston ..." Hunter immediately took the chocolate bar out of his mouth, and just pretended to be smoking a cigar ... I can't be more stupid.
"The cylinder is finished." Winston glanced only.
"Ah ... yes." Hunt smiled. "I'm waiting for the insurance company."
"Okay, I'll take you back then."
"Ah?" Hunt felt he heard it wrong.
But Winston brushed his phone calmly against his jeep, as if Ferrari on the other side of the road didn't even exist.
I didn't know that Winston was in the same car as him!
Don't rely on my little jeep to pose for advertising! This is my car, not yours!
Who will tell me what's going on?
Hunt held his cellphone in his left hand and a chocolate bar in his right hand, messy in the wind.
"Chocolate bars, can I eat them?"
Winston asked, looking at the phone.
"Oh, okay ... just this one, I took a bite." Hunt was a little flattered.
"No problem, thank you."
Everyone said thank you, Hunter went forward and handed the chocolate bar to the other side.
He originally thought that Winston would reach out to catch it, but he did not expect that the other side just turned his face and half leaned towards him.
Hunter could clearly see Winston's slightly opened lips, and the tip of his tongue lightly touched the part of chocolate, which was where Hunter had bitten. His teeth seemed to be bitten on Hunter's fingertips with a light Ringing, the chocolate bar broke.
With the chocolate in his mouth, Winston continued to look down at the phone, and Hunter's arm was still stiff.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered Winston's smile at the dinner that only he could see, and the sentence "If that was the underpants you wore, I could do $ 10 million," Hunt trembled a bit.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Are you really willing to spend ten million dollars on my underpants?
Winston: Of course.
Hunter: Then I'll buy a box to wear now!
Winston: The premise is that I take it off.