Alvin stared at Wesley, the kid with the incredible aim, as Robert dragged him out of the restaurant like a useless wreck, his face burning with shame...
Alvin figured that if it had been him, Wesley's head would already have been busted open...
He shot a fierce glare at Nick, who was poking his head around the back door to ask when dinner would be ready...
Alvin snapped at Shang-Chi, "Your old man definitely didn't leave you an inheritance. Shouldn't you try a little harder?"
Shang-Chi endured Alvin spewing venom at him, helplessly blaming the unambitious Wesley in his mind...
That guy had spent almost two years trying to pass his accounting certification exam. Only recently had he found a way in, paid someone to take the test for him, and finally gotten his certification...
Then, on his very first job, Robert had caught him red-handed. What good could possibly come of that?
Shang-Chi wanted to defend Wesley...
But when he thought about Wesley's dream...
To be an office clerk who worked six hours a day and got two months of paid vacation every year!
He just couldn't bring himself to tell Alvin that...
After suffering through a lecture from his cheap brother-in-law, Shang-Chi sighed and wandered off, deciding not to hang around Alvin today.
Jessica saw Shang-Chi getting picked on and, annoyed, slammed a bottle of Whiskey down on the bar in front of Alvin. "Can you stop targeting Shang-Chi?
What does it have to do with him if Wesley wants an easier life?"
Alvin looked at Jessica, whose loyalties had clearly shifted, and said sarcastically, "Looks like we'll have to speed up construction on the Church...
What's the rush?
Let me tell you, we don't do 'shotgun weddings' at the Peace Hotel!
I have rules in my house!"