Volume 2: The Art of Perfection Chapter 9: A Wave of Unsettled Waves
Although he had come to this place in an unobtrusive truck and didn't know the route, Tommy could tell by feeling that he was still in the city center, but he had never been here.
It seems like a corner of a park, but the park is so big that it can fit four golf courses, which is basically the equivalent of a nature reserve. Even though the sky is already dark, the feeling of vastness like the sea is still swallowing mountains and rivers. A large manor-like house stands in front of everyone, brightly lit, like the emperor's suburban restaurant.
Tommy took a deep breath. Then, a hand slapped him on the shoulder from the side.
"Please come in, my brother." Joey grinned, looking like he was in a good mood, and gestured forward to Tommy, "We'll have a little time to sit down and catch up and have a cup of tea before we leave this damn aerial fertilizer plant." β
Tommy didn't speak. Joey looked at him, the smile on his face retracted, and then suddenly reached out and pinched Tommy's chin, forcibly pinning his face to his side.
"When I talk to you," he glared at Tommy coldly, "you have to answer properly, understand?" That's politeness β we civilized people are supposed to be polite to each other, right? β
He let go of Tommy and straightened his cuffs. "Now," he said, "let's do it againβmy brother, how about we go into the house and sit down and have a cup of tea?" β
ββ¦β¦ That's great, Joey. Tommy looked down and lifted his black-rimmed glasses with a slight smile.
Joey nodded in satisfaction, then waved to all the men who had already gotten out of the car beside him, and took the lead forward, walking towards the door of the big house. Tommy followed him, a step between them.
Joey left almost everyone outside, taking Tommy and his bodyguards, the giants he called "Big Cats" with a bit of a bad mind. The living room is large, with expensive carpets on the floor, but it's as luxurious as an oversized toilet. Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Joey stretched his limbs comfortably, and then beckoned Tommy to sit down with him. As for the big cat, he stood straight by the door, his eyes were firm, as if he was guarding the door for the king.
"You should understand what I'm looking for you for." Joey spoke softly, and as he spoke, he poured himself and Tommy a cup of cold black tea each, "I've come here specifically, and I'm very sincere." β
"How did you find me?" Tommy asked calmly.
"I have friends." Joey shrugged, "Once a person has money, he has a lot of friends. He opened his hand wide and glanced around the room, "This house was arranged for us by one of my friends, and in a few hours there will be a special private flying boat to pick us up and take us home - you should understand, right?" Identity-sensitive people like us can't go to a special terminal in the city. β
Joey lowered his voice and smiled, as if he was very proud of his clever approach. The laughter sounded like a gray-fluffy mouse rolling inside a ball.
"I've left that house." Tommy looked at the liquid in the teacup, his eyes straight, as if he were staring at a dead leaf that was swaying in the wind, "Nothing belongs to me there." β
"I think so, too." Joey nodded heavily, as if he had heard something he agreed with from the bottom of his heart, "But the old man is happy to do some unnecessary trouble, and it turns out that I am also troublesome to you - you said that you have left that house, and there is nothing there that belongs to you, right?" That's it, I'm here to help you get rid of it completely. β
Joey laughed and stood up and patted Tommy on the shoulder again.
"When this is over, you'll be completely free. I'll send someone to send you back when the time comes, my good brother. You should just go back to your hometown this time to travel and be nostalgic. β
Leaving Tommy and the big cat in the living room, Joey walked into one of the rooms further inside. When he was alone, his face fell silent, and the smile on his lips disappeared like snowflakes falling on the stove.
He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and put it to his ear. Soon, the sound of an apparently specially processed heavy metal machine rang out from that end.
"Mr. Joy. It's great to hear from you again. β
"I'm glad to talk to you too, my friend." Joey cleared his throat with a bit of formal solemnity and cautious friendliness in his tone, "I've found him." He is indeed there, right where you are speaking. β
"It couldn't be better. Congratulations, Mr. Joy, and I hope you don't forget the terms we negotiated. β
"Of course." Joey frowned, "Money is just a small thing, I am not short of money, and it will be even more soon." But I still have some questions, and I want to ask you. β
"What's the problem."
"How do you know?" Joey's voice sank, and he stood at the table with one hand in his trouser pocket and looked down at his toes, "You called me, told me you knew about my predicament, offered to make a deal with me, and traded Tommy's whereabouts for a good payβhow did you know all of this?" What's going on in our family and everything Tommy is doing in Stuttgar? β
Faced with Joey's question, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally there was a soft whisper, as if in the middle of an island on the other side of the sea, at the end of the worldβ
ββ¦β¦ Greed, Mr. Joy. The other party said slowly, "Greed is one of the greatest forces in this world, and when used properly, it can work miracles. I know all of this because I'm just like you, crazy about what I want to get. β
ββ¦β¦ You mean, the money I promised you? β
"Hey, hey." This time, there was no positive answer on the other end of the line, just two chuckles, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Joy, and this transaction with you is very pleasant." Good bye. β
With that, the call ends. Joey put down his phone and stared at the screen, still frowning slightly, with a little doubt on his face, muttering to himself and slowly turning back, ready to return to the living room. Suddenly, a chaotic noise suddenly came from outside the house, and the blinding lights and the roar of the vehicle engines tore apart the quiet night, and the shouts of excitement merged into a ball. Most of them Joey didn't hear too clearly, but there were two words that pierced his eardrum directlyβ
The police.