Victor threw away the last cigarette butt, but still felt a little cold and couldn't fall asleep even huddled in the carriage, so he walked out again, preparing to find a convenient place.
Just as he was looking for the toilet, he suddenly noticed an impatient man running towards him.
Under the landscape lamppost, Victor recognized the other person as the Alger who was in the banquet hall before.
"Isn't this guy the rotating chairman? The banquet is not over yet, why did he run out on his own?"
With some doubts in his heart, Victor passed by him.
After taking two steps, Alger suddenly paused. As if he remembered something, he quickly called Victor.
"wait!"
Victor was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him in surprise.
From the beginning to the end, Victor only peeked into the banquet hall from the window and never communicated with Alger. The other party should not recognize him.
Alger looked up and down at Victor's outfit and was very satisfied with his outfit of a black leather jacket with an khaki shirt underneath.
"Sir, do you have any instructions?"
Victor asked hypocritically, but he didn't expect the other party to say this.
"Listen, I don't care who you are, just give me your clothes."
ha?
This operation completely confused Victor.
"How much money do you need?" As he spoke, Alger reached into his pocket for coins and took out 1 farg and 50 far cents.
He handed the coins and banknotes to Victor: "Are these enough?"
Victor didn't understand whether the other party's actions were trying to trick him, so he didn't answer.
Alger was stunned for a moment, then continued to take out two more large-denomination bills.
"It seems that I met a well-paid servant. It doesn't matter. Is the money enough? I came out in a hurry and I brought so much with me."
Victor frowned, and quickly made fortune-telling fortunes with his hands behind his back. As a result, he got a "Xiaoji". When someone is happy...
This hexagram is much better than what I calculated when I met Pierce before, and Victor has not yet used the Yang Talisman to increase his luck.
"Damn it, just say something. If you don't agree, I'll find someone else." Alger seemed to be very anxious and began to urge Victor.
Victor thought for a while, and finally pretended to ask: "Sir...sir, you gave me a lot of money, but I don't know if there is something wrong with you."
"What's wrong with me? Look, I just need to change into your clothes, go run some errands, and I'll change back with you soon."
As he spoke, Alger kept looking behind him, which was the direction where the carriage was stopping.
Victor thought about it for a moment and suddenly had an idea in his mind, so he agreed.
The two simply exchanged their outer clothes. Alger told Victor not to go too far and waited for him where he was, while he ran to the back of the club first.
After Victor knew his direction, he suddenly cast a water spell to make himself invisible and followed him secretly.
…
In the banquet hall, Will broke free from Joful's entanglement and ran back down, his eyes constantly looking for Alger's figure.
Joful still didn't give up and followed him all the way, saying fiercely behind him: "Are you really just using me? Aren't you afraid that I will find out what happened between us?"
"What good will it do you to disgrace Mr. Alger in public, Madam de Perin? Besides, nothing has ever happened between us."
Joful couldn't believe it and wanted to catch Will anxiously, but was spotted by a member who happened to be passing by.
"Mr. Will Evans, Mrs. Depelin, have you two met before?"
He just asked casually, but Jofur was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand and denied it.
When Will saw the person coming, he immediately called him by name.
This man is a businessman specializing in building materials, which is the industry and person that Will focuses on.
Now he found a savior. Will immediately started chatting with the other party in the name of business, leaving Jofur alone.
Joful was extremely embarrassed, but she didn't want a waiter to come over and say something to her.
Joful's face changed slightly, and he had to give up Will and follow the waiter, not knowing what happened.
Seeing that she had left in good spirits, Will quickly took the building materials merchant to a corner to chat.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Will, since you have this idea, I can also introduce a few friends to you. They are all engaged in this business. How about we go to the private room upstairs to chat?"
The other party's proposal was exactly what Will wanted, and he followed him upstairs without thinking much.
…
At this time, at the gate post of the venue, a limping Pierce had just walked out of the carved iron gate.
He did not stop, but crossed the road to the opposite side, where Johnson's carriage was parked.
Because there was no room in the open space behind the venue, they had no choice but to park their vehicles outside.
In addition to Johnson's carriage, there were three horses tied nearby. Their owners were all dressed in dirty Eastern cowboy clothes and were squatting next to the horses smoking.
Seeing the limping Pierce approaching, the three of them impatiently urged: "When will Mr. Jensen come out? Pierce Diamond, did you promise that we can make money when we come to Renekton?"
"Don't worry..." Pierce said, "Mr. Jensen's father is the major shareholder of Minx Energy. Although you don't know who his father is, I can tell you that Cornwall's coal mines and kerosene industry in the east will be
Acquired by Minx Energy.”
Hearing this, the three people all seemed excited.
"So you're hooking up with a rich young man? Can you make a fortune by hanging out with him?"
When Pierce saw that the other party understood, he immediately showed a sinister smile: "That depends on how much value we have to Mr. Johnson."
"What do you want us to do?" the cowboys asked directly.
Pierce turned back and pointed to the banquet venue in the back.
"There is an idiot in there who has offended Mr. Johnson. I want you to go in and teach him a lesson."
"Go in and beat someone up or beat them up? Are you crazy? There are security guards inside." A cowboy pointed a burning cigarette at Pierce and yelled angrily.
"No... I don't need you to break into the banquet hall and beat people up. I want you to sit in Mr. Johnson's carriage, use the cover of this carriage to go around to the parking lot behind the clubhouse, and kill that guy's servant.
Teach me a lesson."
After saying that, Pierce ripped off the other person's cigarette and threw it away.
"He is just a servant. Even if he is beaten, it will not cause too much commotion. Mr. Johnson hopes to give his rude master a slap in the face."
The mission has been issued, and the three cowboys looked at each other.
After a brief discussion, they all agreed.
"Okay! Tell us who we are looking for."
Pierce smiled slightly and replied: "I don't know his name, but I can recognize his dress. He is wearing a black jacket and a khaki shirt. He looks about 20 or 30 years old."
No VIP would be dressed so casually, so the three of them would not hit the VIP after entering.
After speaking, Pierce opened the door of the carriage and urged them to get in quickly.
"Let me make it clear first, if you are slow and get caught, let alone sneaking in on the carriage of the Herbert family."