Mr. Carson left Don's room.

He met two boys on the stairs, who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, one of them was a little thin, and he was growing like crazy, with pale blonde hair tucked behind his ears, and as they passed by, he looked up at Carson—who saw a memorable face, not only handsome, but also something else that Carson couldn't tell for a while, but he trusted his instincts, and the boy reminded him of a little octopus covered in sapphire blue rings. (note 1)

He didn't like the boy.

The other boy, as black as the shadow cast by the previous one, sturdy as a little stallion, stood on the side of the stairs, leaning his body and looking with interest at the adult man who had hurried past them.

***

"You said John. What did Carson come here for? ”

After about half an hour, the boys screamed and jumped into the large stone bath, the water was steaming and white mist, and the bath was large enough for the two boys to swim in, and they splashed water on each other, and dived into the pool in turn, washing away the remaining salt and exhaustion from their bodies.

Beelzebub allowed his body to float and raised his toes on the water.

Marine biologists and environmentalists and thugs never wore a pair of pants — the thugs had a nose comparable to that of sharks, and they could smell the ink of a ten-dollar bill from thousands of miles away; They never miss an opportunity to make huge profits, and they are never afraid to use any kind of violence, as long as they can achieve their goals – today's "Masoye" is no longer limited to red light districts, casinos and drugs, and they are equally willing to take on projects that no one else (ordinary people) can do under normal conditions, such as a natural oil field hidden in a pristine wetland, or a contract to deal with nuclear power pollution, or the relocation and transformation of a dilapidated city. Of course, you can't expect the mob to do their job in peace, the nosy, obstructive shouts and appeals of the nosy, obstructive (environmentalists), or the morals, institutions, and even laws associated with them that have not been tough enough to touch their strong nerves. They poured cement into the swamps, stripped away vegetation, built roads, set up dormitories, shops, airstrips, and erected station towers on the nests of black-billed gulls; In the middle of the night, they secretly stuffed nuclear contaminated waste into trucks and transported it to ordinary garbage treatment centers, and then buried them hastily with other household waste; In the old town, it is not only humans who are being driven out, everything that does not meet the developer's intentions has to get out of their territory within a limited time, boom, boom, old houses are torn down, factories are built, and money is rolling in. Who cares if this place will turn into a veritable, accessible hell in a few years' time?

Before they were first confronted by environmentalists, the mob probably never imagined that birds, rats, and insects would make such a big part of their lives - they had to send an objective number of thugs and lawyers to deal with the indignant young people, and it was very tiresome that there were a large number of people with status and identity backgrounds that could not be ignored, and the thugs could not break their skulls with bats, gouge out their eyes, or cut off their fingers with pliers, which would cause trouble- They've tried kidnapping and intimidation, but with little success, and who understands them? They can take bird eggs...... Or the ant eggs look heavier than the eggs between their legs!

"A bunch of damned, unreasonable, radical and blackmail-minded terrorists!" Beelzebub had heard the head of the branch complain so angrily.

So, he was still quite curious, especially when Chegalle faced John. Carson's time showed the tolerance and kindness that almost only people can have when facing themselves.

There's a reason for all this, John. Carson and his people had nothing to watch in the eyes of the leaders of the mob. "Don" Chegalle was concerned with his surname, Carson, which was not common in the Western Continent Federation, but it could not be said to be rare, and John. The Carson family from which Carson was born happens to be one of the top ten financial giants of the Western Continent Federation, and the family business - the main control of the insurance industry, the investment industry, the loan guarantee industry, the investment banking business, and the venture capital business, in this regard, they have extremely rich experience, extensive and deep connections, skilled personnel who seem to never be scarce, and the most valuable solid reputation - Chegalle is almost crazy about it, everyone knows that "Masoye" has an almost astronomical amount of illegal funds that need to be legalized. The money has been increasing and has never stopped.

Beelzebub knew that Chegalle was working on the manpower to do so, and had already acquired several well-functioning medium-sized pure financial holding companies, but compared to Carson, he was a giant and a goblin — Chegalle was a cunning and greedy old thing, and while it was good to have a good olive sapling, he wanted a mature forest with thick and thick branches and fruit, ready to be picked for oil extraction. For this reason, the elder Chegalle cast a lot of glittering bait, but unfortunately, the person who can become a financial magnate is definitely not a short-sighted fool, regardless of the illegal business that can easily arouse the disgust and even rejection of the people and the government...... Even if "Masoye" is as clean as a newborn baby, they will not rush to cooperate with a "Don" - a "dictator" in the literal sense of the word, and the appetite of that insatiable beast cannot be balanced by law and morality, who knows if it will swallow its former guide in one bite after feeling the way?

That's why, although the money of "Masoye" also constantly seduces the stomachs of the bigwigs, they are more afraid that they will choke to death on the tempting cake.

John. It was at this time that Carson appeared in front of Chegare, he was one of the few guys in the latest generation of the Carson family who could really get rid of the shadow and control of the family, he rarely went home as an adult, never interfered and intervened in the family business, buried himself in all kinds of anemones and octopuses, married at the age of thirty, this marriage lasted only two years, during this time, as a fanatical member of the nonviolent Greenpeace group, he devoted 90% of his time and energy to the rescue of a giant whale," Obviously, he would rather sleep with a fish. His wife, who is also his cousin (Beelzebub suspects this was a compromise), said so and filed for divorce. John. Carson's lack of attention to marriage and family caused dissatisfaction among the family elders, and the family no longer provided convenience and funds for his business, but this did not make the stubborn John Frank Brown. Carson bowed his head, he left his old university, found a job at a marine biology research institute, and worked part-time as a television presenter, introducing various types of marine life to the audience. Carson wanted to photograph the ocean, professional ships, professional equipment, professional personnel, on the surface of the sea, in the sea, with the latest electronic camera technology, to explore this deep and rich mysterious world as never before, capture the forms of all kinds of marine creatures, and present them to human beings alive as if touchable.

It's not easy, in addition to the courage and knowledge you must, money is indispensable, if you want to shoot this kind of documentary, you must have more than ten expedition teams, each team must have experienced explorers and photographers, the time is long - nature is not an actor, it never poses for you to finish, rare good shots are always fleeting, you can't pin your hopes on illusory good luck, you can only be prepared for anything, and then, wait...... If you had put it fifteen years ago, of course it would have been fine, John. Carson cherishes his ideals, but he doesn't want to repeat them for the sake of them, and he can't be sure what the film made with the help of his family's strength and money will end up distorting into - the Carsons are both masters and slaves of money.

John. Carson was ready to spend a lifetime fulfilling his long-cherished wish, and he didn't expect to get a generous promise here that "Don" Chegalle would be willing to pay him about hundreds of millions of dollars for the filming, and all he needed was an opportunity to get in touch with the Carson family.

Whether he can reach an agreement has nothing to do with him, and whether he can go further has nothing to do with him, all he has to do is make a phone call, and then 500 million yuan will be credited to his account in installments, no more than a year, and he can chase his blue bird happily and without scruples. Chegalle didn't seem to ask for that much, "That's just a small amount of money." Don said.

John. Carson knew that it was indeed just a small amount of money, and for the leader of "Masoye", the annual illegal drug trade volume of the Western Continent Federation reached more than 500 billion yuan a year, and the net profit was as high as 20 percent, and no one knew how much share "Tang" had in it.

He didn't know how long he had been standing on the soft carpet, his sweat running down to his knees like rain in the rainforest, his eyes blurred and his speech weak, but he knew full well that he had finally rejected Don's request.

Sometimes John. Carson really didn't know why he had such a big courage, maybe he shouldn't have ignored the warning given by the family from the beginning, "Tang" was not the good person that the people of Poseidon Island recited, even if it was, it was not for him, but he still came, with a stupid fluke heart, he was very wrong.

But he couldn't continue to be wrong.

"What do you think?" Sasha didn't answer Beelzebub's question, he floated on the surface of the water like a friend, even if he couldn't be exposed to the sun every day, his skin was still very light in color, almost glowing in the dim light, Sasha's arms were thrown back, propped up on the warm stones: "The man? ”

Beelzebub thought for a moment, "he was a little unhappy," frowning, with vertical streaks in the center of his eyebrows: "Frustrated, and a little remorseful," the corners of his eyes drooped, the skin of his chin was wrinkled, and his eyes looked down, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, as if constantly remembering something, "disgust." "Upper lip up." Wrath. "The nostrils are dilated.

"And fear." Sasha added, and after a pause he continued, "I think he angered your father, and he himself knows it. ”

"Uh-huh." Beelzebub said, and he approached Sasha with his arm around his neck: "What do you say? ”

"When he found us, he trembled." Sasha shrugged his shoulders, his voice buzzing through the bathroom. The new residence of "Tang" is a fortress-style house on the original Noraj (a round tower building made of volcanic rock blocks on the island), which was a former water storage room, and the bath was a cistern connected to the underground waterway, and after the renovation, people added heating equipment and sewers here, and converted it into a bathroom, and the adults' rooms have a separate bathroom with windows, bright light and fresh air. They seldom took advantage of it, and it became a paradise for Sasha and Beelzebub.

Sasha likes silence and darkness, Beelzebub likes water, and there is too little water in a regular bathtub.

John. Carson was a tall, strong adult man, and he shouldn't have been so hostile and wary of two underage boys, Sasha noticed that at that moment, his pupils narrowed, his shoulders shrugged, his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, and he walked past them in such a hurry that he almost tripped over himself.

It's like a dog that has run away.

Based on what Beelzebub saw, it is not difficult to guess what happened to him.

It's a bit strange that Sasha doesn't have the impression that Chegal is a straightforward person. He loves to cooperate and discuss, and never pushes anyone—most of the time.

(To be continued)

Note 1 - The blue-ringed octopus, a highly venomous creature that flashes a blue ring the size of a fist when it senses a threat, and is non-aggressive unless necessary.