"Are you really that generous?" Claire looked at Umberto dubiously.
"Of course." Umberto smiled, rarely saying anything to make the girl happy, "You dress up nicely, it looks good to me, and you will be honored when you take it out, so you should pay the bill."
"Look at what you said, you're so arrogant! I dress mainly to make myself happy, and I don't care whether you like it or not!" Claire calculated excitedly, "By the way, leave an extra cabin on the ship.
, I also want to take Simba with me and disguise him as a poodle so as not to scare the sailors!"
Mario Ricardo sat next to him, with a grimace on his face, and asked weakly: "You all go abroad for vacation, what should I do? Shouldn't you just leave me at home alone?"
"I'm sorry, Mario, there has to be someone left to look after the house. It's your fault this time!" Claire said cheerfully.
"Oh, I knew it would be like this... you would be in pairs, and in the end I would be the only one left alone."
Poor Mario lamented the miserable fate of being a "single dog" amid the laughter of his friends.
Captain Dantès's cargo ship "Good Luck" is scheduled to set sail on Tuesday afternoon.
On Monday morning, Musk was sorting documents and passports in his office when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Lisa was packing her luggage at home, and Musk opened the door himself. When he saw the man standing outside the door, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Are you... Mr. Billy?" he asked tentatively.
The thin middle-aged man outside the door, who was dressed shabbyly, seemed a little reserved at first. When Musk said his name, his face suddenly lit up with excitement.
"Wow! Master Justice, you have such a good memory. You still recognize a little person like me. No wonder you can make a fortune and become a celebrity from Pattus Street at a young age!"
The circus acrobat Billy "The Knife Thrower" made Musk dumbfounded through his disgusting praise.
Thinking back to just two years ago, I was a busboy at the Pattus Street Circus, and my status was far inferior to that of "Knife Thrower" Billy. I was often bullied by him for no reason. I'm afraid I never dreamed that one day the status of both parties would be different.
On the flip side, the once arrogant "Knife Thrower" Billy was just a servile, fawning little character in front of him.
Comparing the present and the past, Musk couldn't help but feel that things have changed and people seem to be in a different world.
After withdrawing his thoughts, Musk politely greeted his former colleagues and asked Billy what was important when he came to visit him early in the morning.
"It's like this, Master Justice, Mr. Puzuo heard that you were going to Patus, and he specially sent me to deliver a letter. He also asked me to bring a message to you. It's best to take the time to go back to the circus before departure.
Tuan, he has something very important to discuss with you."
Billy didn't have much ink in his stomach, but fortunately he was very sharp and could explain things clearly in a few words.
Musk accepted the envelope he handed over and casually took out two gold coins to reward him as a tip for running errands.
Billy took the two shining gold coins, his fingers could not help trembling with excitement, his face was full of smiles, and he thanked him repeatedly for his kindness.
After sending Billy away, Musk returned to the office and opened the envelope out of curiosity.
There were only a few short lines written on the letter paper. It turned out that the circus owner Mr. Puzuo learned from Claire that he was about to go to Patus, the capital of Hailan, for a business trip, so he wrote a letter asking him to come back to the circus. There was one very important thing.
Important things must be handed over to him in person.
Mr. Puzuo did not explain in the letter what the "important thing" was. It is unclear whether he deliberately prevented Billy from opening the letter privately and leaking the news.
Judging from Mr. Puzuo's extremely cautious attitude, this matter may involve privacy.
That afternoon, Musk came to the circus alone and met Mr. Puzuo after two years of absence.
The circus owner has a few strands of white hair on his head, and he looks like his body and mind are not as good as in previous years.
Mr. Puzuo invited Musk into his office, closed the door, poured two glasses of red wine, and raised his glasses to wish Musk a smooth trip and the successful completion of the king's commission.
After saying these opening remarks and each having a glass of wine, Mr. Puzo opened the drawer, took out a yellowed letter and handed it to Musk.
"This is the suicide note your father wrote in his own hand the night before he committed suicide. He asked me to keep it for safekeeping. He also asked me to take care of you, a poor orphan, until he becomes an adult and then show you this letter." Recalling it.
Mr. Puzuo's eyes were filled with a haze due to his old friend's last words.
His father passed away many years ago, and Musk didn't learn until today that he had left a suicide note. With fear, he hurriedly opened the envelope.
The last words left by my father were very illegible and nothing special in content. They were mainly a confession of his failed life.
After his wife died of illness and his business went bankrupt, he suffered heavy mental trauma and was unable to get back on his feet. He could only avoid a complete mental breakdown by ending his own life.
Before this man decided to commit suicide, the thing he worried about most was his only son Musk. In his suicide note, he asked his son to forgive him for his cowardice and selfishness. He felt ashamed that he could not continue to raise his son until he grew up...
At the end of this suicide note, the father solemnly warned his son that he must try to find the business partner who had framed him, Francisco Corleone, and seek justice and the share of property his son deserved.
After reading his father's suicide note, Musk took a deep breath, calmed down his turbulent mood, and looked up at Mr. Puzuo.
"My father left his last words and asked me to pursue my enemy. Mr. Puzuo, do you know the current whereabouts of that man?"
"Child, don't worry. As far as I know, the despicable man who caused your father to go bankrupt and commit suicide, Francisco Corleone, took the money and fled to the Aquamarine Kingdom four years ago. He changed his name and has never been seen since.
Got the news.”
Mr. Puzuo put down his wine glass and lit a pipe of cigarettes.
"Musk, your business trip to Hailan this time is a good opportunity. You can inquire with the locals, and maybe you can find Francisco Corleone's fox tail."
Musk nodded and then asked Mr. Puzuo: "I have no impression of this business partner of my father's lifetime. Have you ever seen this person and describe his appearance?"
Mr. Puzuo blew out a string of smoke rings and recalled: "When your father was still alive, he once invited Francisco to come to the circus to watch a performance. That was the only time I had contact with him."
"This man is tall, well-dressed, looks younger than his actual age, has a pair of charming blue eyes, and must be very popular with women."
"The first impression Francesco left on me was very good. He seemed to be a warm and interesting person. It was not until later that I discovered that this person was actually extremely selfish and cold-blooded!"
