"What do you mean? If I inherit something from my own family, I still need the consent of an outsider?"
Victor seemed to have heard a big joke. Everyone in this town hated him. Could it be that he was being teased on purpose?
"This is a tripartite contract signed between your father, Cornwall Energy Company and our bank. It clearly stipulates that both parties have the same authority. Your father signed and pressed his fingerprint." The staff member waved in front of Victor's eyes.
Show a contract filled with dense common language.
"If you have any objections, you can go to Mr. Thomas Cornwall..."
Victor knew exactly who this Thomas Cornish was. During the ten years he spent in his dream, Thomas's name was known to many people. He was a very wealthy energy tycoon with a huge industry, and he was very interested in factories and freight.
He is also involved in the plantation industry. In Missouri, he has only one hand to cover the sky, and the government has to coax him.
Compared with Thomas, a small local tycoon like the Dimon family is like a small shrimp meeting a Big Mac. There is no comparison at all.
Moreover, Victor still remembered that the reason why people from the Inspection Bureau appeared in Missouri was because they received a commission from Thomas.
After all, this land is the opponent's territory, and he will definitely not allow horse bandit groups like the Conor Gang to continue to run rampant and rob his oil trucks from time to time.
The Damon family has collusion with Thomas, but Victor has never heard his father mention it, which is a bit strange.
"If you have nothing else to do, please get out of the way. There are still people queuing up behind you..."
Victor's reputation in Valding was quite bad, and the bank staff immediately kicked him out.
Without the support of his family, no one dared to bully him and drove him away from the bank gate, standing alone on the side of the road.
Victor was stunned and completely lost his direction.
When I traveled back in time, I only had a beautiful dream. After I woke up from the dream, my status plummeted, and I was so poor that I couldn't even afford a drink.
I'm afraid I'll starve to death if I continue like this!
Although he was not a rich man in his previous life, he had a stable job and worked as a white-collar worker in a company office. He was no better than he is now.
"That's right! I still have a golden finger!"
Victor remembered the immortal guide, so he hurriedly took it out and put it on the ground.
The first time he entered a spa shop in his life, he was guided by this thing, but it allowed him to travel through time. If he continues to try to use the immortal guide here, can he go back?
Victor decided to give it a try, it was better than starving to death.
He began to fiddle with it, his golden fingers circling the ground, and his fingertips stayed on the right side.
Victor picked up his finger and moved it there. When he came to the intersection, he stopped and rotated again. His finger pointed to the southwest. Victor turned around, but only saw the khaki road spreading towards the outside of the town. There were wastelands everywhere, and there was nothing there.
No.
"It doesn't work anymore?"
Victor turned around in confusion and suddenly saw a strange man leaning on a wooden post on the roadside.
The guy was wearing black overalls, a white shirt underneath, his hair was combed shiny, his left hand was supporting his right elbow, and the fingers of his right hand were elegantly holding a cigarette that was about to be sucked to the end. He had a slight smile on his lips and soft eyes.
Scan people passing by.
When he looked at Victor, he raised his head in a demonstrative manner and blew out two puffs of smoke rings in Victor's direction, showing off his intoxicated posture. His graceful and graceful manner was almost comparable to that of a prostitute in a tavern.
Victor felt a strange numbness in his scalp when he stared at him. Just when he was about to turn his face away, the man suddenly took out an exquisite pocket watch from his arms, opened the flap with his orchid fingers and took a look, as if to confirm the current situation.
time.
Victor's eyes narrowed immediately after seeing the pocket watch.
Very familiar feeling...
He seemed to remember that his butler Vincent also owned such a pocket watch.
In the dream, when Vincent was holding Victor and forcing him to eat, Victor took a close look at Vincent's pocket watch hanging on his chest, which was almost exactly the same...
No...this man is holding Vincent's watch! Victor can recognize the rust spots on it!
"Where did you get your pocket watch?"
Victor walked up quickly and questioned the man.
The man was startled and took a few steps back, with a look of timidity on his face.
"Sir, don't come over here, I'm going to call someone..."
The man raised his hands halfway up, as if surrendering. He didn't seem to recognize Victor, and he had a very unfamiliar face.
"Okay, I didn't mean to rob you, I just wanted to ask where you got the pocket watch in your hand?" Victor quickly explained.
Vincent existed in Victor's dream, but when he woke up, no one around him had seen him.
One of the servants living in the big mansion disappeared out of thin air. It was so weird that Victor wanted to find out what was going on.
The strange man in front of him knew Victor's intention, but he did not explain it clearly immediately. Instead, he answered vaguely: "A customer gave it to me..."
"What guest? Do you know his name?" Victor asked.
The man shook his head and said, "Do you want me to tell you, sir?"
"Are you talking nonsense?"
Victor was confused by the other party and couldn't figure out what medicine he was selling in his gourd.
"Follow me!" The man waved to Victor and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.
Victor followed the man in confusion to a small house on the inside of the road. The man took out the key and opened the door, letting Victor in.
Victor was a little hesitant, but he stood outside and briefly glanced inside the house. He didn't find any ambush, and his defenses suddenly relaxed a lot.
After all, the other party lives in Walding Town, and the police station is not far away, so he should not dare to mess around.
"Come in, sir, and I will tell you who the guest is." The man stood by the door and raised his fingers to Victor.
Victor entered the house vigilantly and found that it was very shabby, basically just a bed, a shabby wardrobe, two bedside tables, and a moldy table near the window.
There were a lot of messy clutter and garbage on the ground. The door of the closet next to it was ajar, and there were a lot of indescribable clothes that looked like those worn by women.
Wait a moment……
Although Victor did not see the trap, the atmosphere in the room was very strange. When he turned back to look at the man, the man suddenly took off his shirt.
"What the hell? What are you doing?!"
Victor was shocked, and the man gave him a playful smile: "That customer accepted my service, but he had no money, so he had to use his pocket watch as collateral."
etc!
Victor hurriedly backed away and fell onto the bed.
The man lit a candle and slowly approached Victor, frightening him at a loss: "Sir, you only need 1 farka... If you miss me, you will never find anyone else to serve you in Missouri."
A man..."
A national curse was held in Victor's throat and he blurted out. Who would have thought that this immortal guide would have another convulsion and point him to such a place.
Seeing the man crawling over to unbutton his clothes, Victor jumped up instantly, pushed him away, and threw all the money in his pocket to the man.
"Stop! I really just want to ask you a question. If you want money, you can just say no. There is no need to go to this extent, right?"