Chapter 669 I can’t laugh or cry


Chapter 669: Dumbfounded

Open the door, close the door.

Little Frank looked excited and restless, like a rookie agent on his first mission, looking impatient.

Old Frank stood aside, calm and calm, "Don't grin."

Little Frank quickly stopped his smile and stood obediently.

Old Frank continued, "After I get in, you go back to the driver's seat and wait for me. Even if the police come to issue a ticket, don't move the car. Do you understand?"

Little Frank nodded gently, but he still didn't press the button. Resist curiosity, "Dad, what is all this for?"

Old Frank looked at his son, "Do you know why the Yankees always win?"

Little Frank blinked. , "Because they have Mickey Mantle?"

Frank Sr. looked his son in the eye, "No, because the other teams always stare at their striped clothes."
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puff.

Little Frank laughed directly.

Old Frank, "Look, the manager of Chase Bank is about to open the door for your father."

As soon as you finished speaking, you could see a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes pushing open the bank door and facing him. Welcome old Frank in person with a smile.

It turns out that the seemingly gorgeous and gorgeous robe is covered with lice——

Old Frank is under investigation for tax evasion, and all his assets have been frozen, so that Old Frank's business has come to a halt and he needs funds.

So, he targeted Chase Bank, currently the largest bank in the world.

As long as the bank is willing to lend money to help him with his turnover, he will have the confidence to make a comeback. He expects a bank of Chase Bank's level to take more risks and dare to take risks. He only needs a working capital.

The previous series of actions are just window-dressing. I hope to create an image through such superficial work and add some confidence to the negotiations.

Unfortunately, I was still rejected.

After the failure, Old Frank also meant that he lost the initiative.

So, he sold the car and took little Frank to return the suit; then he sold the house and the family of three lived in a small apartment.

Life has hit rock bottom, but we can still continue to enjoy ourselves in the midst of hardship.

On Frank's sixteenth birthday, his father did not forget because he was so overwhelmed with trivial matters. Not only did he not forget it, he also gave him a special gift -

A checkbook. From Chase Bank.

"...In other words, from today on, you will join their little club."

The father said.

Despite the struggle, despite the difficulty, the smile returned to the corner of my mouth again.

However, it did not last long.

After transferring from a private middle school to a public middle school, little Frank still did not change his daily habits and had no idea of ​​the environment he was about to face.

On the first day, when he habitually wore his school uniform to school, little Frank encountered a shocking education. First, he was hit by a little fat man for no reason. He finally found the French class classroom and looked at the chaotic and disorderly classroom in front of him. The little fat man once again spoke harshly and sarcastically.

“Are you selling encyclopedias?”

“Hehe, he looks like a substitute teacher.”

This is not the school atmosphere that little Frank is used to.

Breathe deeply, breathe deeply again.

Little Frank controlled himself, stood at the door of the classroom, moved his body slightly forward, and was about to enter his seat. However, after a slight hesitation, he turned around, passed the podium, and walked towards the blackboard.

Facing the blackboard, little Frank hesitated slightly, and pursed the corners of his mouth slightly. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he could still feel the surging emotions.

Finally, he picked up the chalk and wrote directly on the blackboard——

Mr. Abagnale.

And, raising his voice amidst the noise and chaos. "Quiet, classmates."

"My name is Mr. Abagnale, not Abagnale, not Abagnale..."

The face of the fat man who hit little Frank just now froze, and he suddenly I feel uncomfortable.

“But Abagnale.”

Little Frank turned around and entered the classroom calmly.

"Now, who can come out and tell me where we talked last time?"

The classroom was silent, but still in chaos.

It’s the same in the screening room.

The two of them looked at each other, no one knew what happened, but looking at the scene in front of them, they felt a kind of faint expectation and excitement. Is this normal?

There was no sound in the classroom, but the students still sat or stood, all looking at little Frank, as if they didn't understand what was going on, and their reactions failed.

Little Frank found his voice in the silence, "Sorry, everyone, if I need to say it again, I will report the entire class."

"Sit down!"

Angry , exploded instantly.

The classroom finally started moving again, and the students quickly lowered their heads and hurried back to their seats.

After a brief commotion, everyone finally sat down, and then someone reminded, "Chapter 7."

Little Frank took his own book and started flipping through it quickly, "Please turn to Chapter 8, shall we start?"

Finally, Little Frank couldn't hold back, strode towards the little fat man, and bent down The energy was released loudly and without warning in the little fat man's ears.

"Sorry, may I ask your name?"

The little fat man was stunned and said, "Brad."

Little Frank took Brad's arm. Grab him and say, "Brad, why don't you stand in front of the class and read the fifth paragraph of dialogue?"

Brad stood in front of the classroom, uneasy, constantly switching his legs, looking like he was scared to death, his neck was stiff, and he didn't dare to turn his head at all.

Then, Brad read the text stumblingly and stuttering, his pronunciation and intonation were particularly strange, and the students in the classroom couldn't help but burst into laughter.

At this time, an elderly lady with a bun entered the classroom. Seeing this scene, she looked at little Frank with confusion on her face and her voice trembled slightly.

"They sent me. They said they needed to find a substitute teacher for Roberta, and I came all the way from Dixon."

Little Frank took a step forward and looked at the older man Madam, lowered her voice, "Sorry, I have been teaching for Roberta."

Without pausing, little Frank turned to look at Brad, "I'm sorry, why did you stop?"

The elderly lady's pupils were shaking violently, full of confusion and panic, and she was about to cry, " I'm never coming back to Bellarmine-Jefferson High School to teach! You tell them never to call me again! Do you think it's easy for a lady my age to come all the way and they won't even give it? I’ll reimburse you!”

The elderly lady turned around and left in grief, and the classroom burst into laughter again.

In the screening room, there was a state of astonishment -

To be precise, a little surprised, a little unexpected, a little curious and a little humorous, it is hard to describe what it feels like, but there is actually a little bit of admiration.

However, this is just the beginning.

The camera turned and the principal was sitting in the office with an expression on his face.

"Mr. Abagnale, Mrs. Abagnale, this is not about your son's attendance. I am very sorry to tell you that for the past week, Frank has taught French in place of Mrs. Glasser. ."

Paula Abagnale: "What?"

The whole auditorium, "What?"

Principal, "Your son pretended to be a substitute teacher, giving lectures and assigning homework to the students. Mrs. Glasser was ill, and the substitute teacher was involved in some misunderstandings. Yesterday, your son held a parent-teacher meeting to prepare for arrangements to be sent to Trenton. A French baker’s internship. Do you understand the problem?”

Everyone in the room, their jaws were dislocated, from inside the screen to outside the screen.

(End of this chapter)

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