Stuart squinted his eyes and asked anxiously, "Then can you ask for me, at that time... I want to secretly take a couple of photos, I can sell each photo for a lot of money, I'll give you half."
"How much is that?" Anthony, Valentino's son, asked.
"About 20,000 US dollars."
The father and son both gasped.
"Alright! I'll ask for you, you can't deceive me, I've been in Mexico City for quite a long time, and I have a good relationship with them. Should I meet you at the old place after I ask?"
"Just call me and I'll come over."
"Great! Thank you for helping me make money, once we get paid, I'll take you to a nice place, hehehe." Valentino raised his glass and drank it all.
The two drank until about one o'clock in the afternoon, and only then did Stuart stagger out.
Anthony looked at his father on the ground, just about to help him up, but as soon as his hand touched him, he saw his father's eyes open wide, "Is he gone?"
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"Gone."
