Tris lay on the floor, listening to her mother's muffled cough on the bed next to her, and slowly fell asleep.
After her father went bankrupt and jumped off the building, she and her mother moved out of the big house in Green George and rented a single room in the slums.
At that time, my mother entered a factory and was fired soon after suffering from lung disease. From then on, she could only make ends meet at home by gluing matchboxes and starching people's clothes. Her income was quite unstable.
After Tris went out to 'work', the family situation got a little better, but not much.
She has always wanted to save some money to treat her mother, but unfortunately... Recently, a group of female workers have lost their jobs, and the income of street girls has continued to decline. They also have to deal with the exploitation of tax officials in the empire and the extortion of gangs. In fact, there is not much money left.
For people in the slums, 'savings' is just a beautiful-sounding word, equivalent to 'dream'.
"I met a kind-hearted gentleman today. Although he looks a bit vicious, he is unexpectedly kind-hearted..."
Tris fell into a hazy dreamland.
fog……
Gray-white fog...
She seemed to hear a whisper in her ear...
Tris felt that her thinking was a little stagnant, like a tipsy state after being drunk.
She raised her head and saw a tall figure shrouded in mist.
Countless mist surrounded him, hovering at the corners of the gray robe, surrounding...
"A wish!"
The tall figure spoke slowly.
Countless echoes echoed in Tris's mind: "A wish, a wish, a wish..."
'This...is this the legendary...god?'
'But He is obviously not the sun god...I will definitely be burned to death by the Inquisition, right?'
'In folklore, people who make deals with unknown beings and make wishes to the lake fairy and magic lamp will not end well, because they are the devil in disguise...'
After all, Tris had received an education when she was a child, so she thought of a lot in an instant.
But with the echo of that 'one wish', she gritted her teeth and her expression gradually became firm: "I want my mother to recover!"
In a life of numbness and despair, every straw is worth grasping.
Tris felt that as long as she could realize this wish, she would be able to accept it even if she paid a heavy price.
The tall figure did not answer, but turned into infinite gray mist and dissipated.
A falling feeling came.
Bang!
Tris's limbs stiffened and she woke up: "It turns out...it was a dream!"
She glanced at her mother lying on the bed. It seemed like an illusion. She felt that her mother's breathing had become much calmer, and the noise coming from the thick phlegm in her chest seemed to have disappeared.
The next day.
early morning.
"I'm going to see Mrs. Marilyn. Maybe there are some accumulated clothes that need to be starched..."
Tris' mother said as she stood up.
"Um."
Tris started to make breakfast, and looked at her mother who had arranged the workbench as a dining table, and suddenly noticed something different: "Mom... your cough?"
Tris' mother was startled, with a relaxed look on her face: "Yeah... I feel a lot better today, and I don't want to cough anymore. Tris, what's wrong with you?"
She couldn't help but be surprised when she saw the tears on her daughter's face.
"It's okay, I'm just so happy."
Tris turned around and continued cooking oatmeal bread, silently saying in her heart: "Thank you... unknown existence... you have fulfilled my wish. No matter what the cost, I am willing to bear it."
…
The home of Mr. and Mrs. Remington.
Aaron stood up and stretched: "The sun is not bad today."
He naturally cured Tris's mother's condition.
It's not that I wanted to get any price, I just wanted to do it, so I did it.
Having power in your body is to live a life that goes your way. If you want to do evil, you can do evil, if you want to do good, you can do good. You don't need any reason, just do what you want.
'And to achieve this level is enough...'
'If you suddenly give her a large amount of money, it will cause trouble.'
'It's not a good thing to be related to Feifan.'
Aaron put on a black trench coat, put on his hat, and walked down the stairs.
"Mr. Parra, good morning, I made sandwiches and coffee for breakfast." Mrs. Remington greeted warmly: "Want to join us?"
This is an invitation, not a paid one.
"You are so kind."
Aaron did not refuse and came to the dining table to enjoy breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Remington. By the way, he and Mr. Remington discussed the direction and trend of coal stocks, and received an unexpected look from the other party.
"Mr. Parra, your eyes really make me admire you. You must be a successful businessman."
Mr. Remington praised.
"It's just a trivial opinion." Aaron was very polite.
"So...you came to Pulmouth mainly to expand your business?" Mr. Remington said enthusiastically: "I can introduce you to several businessmen's clubs. They also have certain needs for building materials."
"Thank you, but this time I mainly want to find out how to enter the upper class society."
Aaron said calmly: "You know, in today's empire, if you want to do big business, you can't do it without those channels."
"This is difficult, very difficult." Mr. Remington wrinkled his forehead, showing deep wrinkles: "I have seen many big businessmen spend a lot of money trying to squeeze into that circle, but they all failed and quickly
Bankruptcy... People in the upper class are very exclusive. Without aristocratic or church background, it is difficult to gain their approval."
Even in business, the second son of a nobleman who has a relationship with the church has an advantage over ordinary people!
"You have to give it a try."
Aaron showed a confident smile: "Business activities are always full of challenges, aren't they?"
"So... what specific ideas do you have?" Mr. Remington lit a cigarette for himself, looking puzzled.
He seemed to be nostalgic for the glorious days of his youth, and seemed to have a hint of ridicule at Aaron's overestimation of his abilities.
Of course, out of Ingves' gentlemanly reserve, he did not show it.
"Well, I heard that Lord Faneuil is going to hold a ball. I want to get the invitation letter first." Aaron said his plan: "It is said that there will be many nobles and upper-class people attending the ball. If
If you can get in, there should be a lot of benefits."
"Of course, I wish you success!" Mr. Remington put out his cigarette, looked at Aaron who stood up to leave, and complained to Mrs. Remington: "I have seen many ignorant and arrogant guys... but this Mr. Parra
It’s really beyond my imagination. He still doesn’t understand the weight of an Imperial Lord... A big businessman once spent hundreds of thousands of pounds just for the title of Honorary Lord, but in the end he didn’t succeed..."
"I think...Mr. Parra might have stayed in the imperial capital for less than a month before returning to the countryside in despair."
Mrs. Remington asked worriedly: "Should we refund part of the rent?"