Joe said there was no problem at all.


    After ncing over his belongings and seeing nothing left behind, Harry Sinir descended the stairs, checked out of the Ritz Hotel, and headed for the train station.


    "Excuse me!"


    When Harry Sinir got off, someone identally bumped into him and then politely apologized.


    With some irritation, Harry Sinir brushed off his clothes and walked straight toward the ticket counter.


    Now, Harry Sinir swore that no matter what happened, in the future he would always bring his men with him when going out, because going out alone was just too inconvenient!@@novelbin@@


    If it weren''t because New York wasn''t his turf, and his people who were in New York were still busy preparing for tomorrow''s business, he would have definitely brought some people with him.


    It was no use talking about it now; Harry Sinir had arrived at the ticket counter.


    "One first-ss ticket to New York!"


    As he spoke, Harry Sinir began to reach for his wallet in his pocket.


    "Hello, one first-ss ticket to New York will be 10 US Dors!" The ticket clerk took out a ticket.


    "Where''s my wallet?"


    At that moment, Harry Sinir''s face changed color as he searched all his pockets, top to bottom, but still couldn''t find his wallet.


    All his cash was in there!


    "Do you have any money or not?"


    The ticket clerk, seeing Harry Sinir''s actions, asked with some dissatisfaction.


    Harry Sinir had already started to sweat, and it was the kind of sweating buckets...


    "Umm, I''m the boss of Sinir Oil Company, my wallet has been stolen, could you please just give me a ticket, and when I get to New York, I will have someone send you double the ticket''s price!"


    Harry Sinir swore that he had never been so embarrassed.


    "Ha, I''m the President of the United States. Why don''t you give me a hundred US Dors now, and when I get back to Washington, I''ll immediately appoint you as Minister of the Interior?" The ticket clerk withdrew the ticket and looked at Harry Sinir mockingly.


    "I really am the boss of Sinir Oil Company!" At that point, Harry Sinir was almost in tears!


    "I really am the President of the United States!" The ticket clerk dismissed him impatiently, "Get lost quickly, or I''ll call someone!"


    Harry Sinir, seeing the security staff approaching, hurriedly left the ce.


    Sitting on a bench by the road, Harry Sinir felt like crying. He had never been so humiliated in his life.


    "Antic City, fuck you!"


    Harry Sinir roared at the sky.


    To the passersby, this behavior seemed like just another man who had lost everything in Antic City.


    After venting his emotions, the problem at hand still needed to be resolved!


    Harry Sinir had no friends in Antic City; the acquaintance he had, Nucky, was someone he had met through his connections in New York.


    Now that Nucky had left Antic City, he had no idea who to turn to for help.


    After some thought, Harry Sinir decided to head back to the Ritz Hotel. Even though Nucky wasn''t in Antic City, his men were still there. Although asking for a loan was quite embarrassing, he didn''t have a single cent in his pocket; he couldn''t even afford to make a phone call.


    "I hate Antic City!"


    Harry Sinir muttered angrily as he walked.


    When he arrived at the Ritz Hotel, intending to see Nucky''s man Joe, the receptionist delivered a crushing blow.


    "I''m sorry, Mr. Joe just left with Mr. John Block, and we can''t find him either!"


    Stunned, Harry Sinir''s face turned red as he said to the receptionist, "Hello, I am Harry Sinir, who was staying in room 404. My wallet has been stolen, and I need to return to New York. Could you lend me 20 US Dors? Once I get to New York, I''ll have someone send the money to you right away!"


    The receptionist said with a smile, "I''m sorry, sir, there''s nothing we can do about that!"


    Harry Sinir''s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he said, "I''m a friend of Nucky''s, why don''t you contact him now? He will vouch for me!"


    The receptionist''s smile remained, "I''m sorry, sir, we can''t reach Mr. Nucky!"


    .


    Donnie arrived at Block Tavern at 11 a.m. When he saw Harry Sinir in the lounge, still with a swollen face, he was momentarily taken aback.


    "Mr. Sinir, is there anything else you need?"


    Donnie asked, somewhat impatiently.


    Harry Sinir stood there, his feet digging into the ground, and finally said awkwardly, "Lend me 100 US Dors!"


    Donnie was stunned; a multimillionaire was asking him for a loan of 100 US Dors, which was as strange as someone else asking to borrow 1,000 yuan from him. Was this some kind of modern scam, simr to those inter times, like ''I am Emperor Qin Shi Huang, I haven''t died, send me a thousand yuan and when I open my tomb, I''ll give you a billion''?


    Seeing that Donnie didn''t respond, Harry Sinir grew even more embarrassed, and even a bit angrily said, "Donnie, didn''t you say Antic City has the best security in the whole United States?


    Then why, in just two days of being here, have I either been beaten up or had my money stolen?"


    Donnie was flustered by Harry Sinir''s attitude and cautiously asked, "Your money was stolen?"


    "Otherwise, why do you think I came to you?" Harry Sinir was at his wit''s end. He had to return to New York today, otherwise tomorrow''s matters would be trouble.


    Donnie couldn''t help butugh out loud; he knew about Harry Sinir''s circumstances. Regarding such a situation, Donnie refrained from mocking, mainly because it wasn''t very interesting.


    Then Donnie took out a hundred US Dors and handed it to Harry Sinir, saying, "Overall, Antic City is still quite safe!"


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    Harry Sinir let out aplex chuckle, took the bills without saying a word, and left the ce.


    When he finally boarded the train, he spontaneously shouted, "I hate Antic City!"