111 Cleaning 1 (1/2)
Chapter 111: Cleaning 1
”What do you mean by this? Are you trying to bribe me?” Garen put down the documents and asked calmly.
”How can you call it a bribe?” Bovini smiled. ”This is just a simple exchange, where we each get what we need. What do you think?”
Garen smiled too. He felt a sense of contempt and absurdity.
”What a pity. Maybe you think that without the White Cloud Gate, you can become independent and completely control all the assets. But I'm not interested in getting involved in your business.”
Bovini's expression changed a little. ”So what you mean is…?”
”I'll take these.” Garen stood up and collected the transfer documents. ”Alright, it's settled then. I still have other matters to attend to. I'll make a move first.”
As he watched Garen's figure slowly walk out the door and leave, Bovini's face showed a trace of confusion.
”Did he agree? Or…? Forget it, as long as he's taken the documents, it's fine.” He gradually felt more reassured.
After exiting the building, Garen walked straight to a red horse carriage stopped by the roadside.
Inside the carriage sat a black-haired youth wearing a grey overcoat.
”It's up to you now, Jim.” Garen stepped into the carriage and patted the youth's shoulder. ”We have to let Bovini realize that he can't do anything without us.”
”As the local manager for Golden Hoop, this is my duty. Since Mr. Six told me to obey your every order before leaving, I certainly will not reject,” the youth said calmly. ”Nonetheless, the procedures at school are done, what do you plan to do next? To tell you the truth, Golden Hoop's forces locally are mediocre. The most we can mobilize is thirty to forty people. The plan cannot work by relying on us alone.”
”What's going on? I thought you could previously mobilize a lot of people in a short amount of time?” Garen asked, confused.
”It's all because of you,” the youth complained. ”Our local operations have been suppressed to the limit. My application to manage Huaishan City seems like a mistake from the start. No, I need to start applying to be transferred to other cities. Staying here around you is too problematic.”
The youth Jim was the local ordinary staff manager for Golden Hoop, also known by the titles of intelligence chief, periphery administrator and so on. Apart from the ranked Golden Hoop members, the remainder periphery Golden Hoop members— technically nobodies—are assigned under him.
From an external perspective, he was considered the leader of two local groups.
”It doesn't matter. As long as the goal is achieved.”
Garen smiled. The carriage began to move. The driver was from Golden Hoop too, but he completely ignored the conversation between the two people behind him.
”I've been back from Dinah City for more than twenty days. If I had waited for Su Lin to help me out of the tight spot, I would probably be long dead. Any news from Number 6?”
”Mister will arrive in Huaishan today, if the trains are on time,” Jim said in a hushed tone. He stretched his wrist out to look at his watch. ”It's now 11 o'clock. He should arrive at three. And plus, you can't say that. Mister was relieved when he heard that you managed to get yourself out of that tight spot, which is why he didn't go out of his way to make a trip over. Otherwise, he would have been here within ten days. The reason he's delayed his trip was merely to help you tie up the loose ends.”
”So.. I should thank him?” Garen was speechless.
Half an hour later, the carriage slowly drove to a small, remote restaurant. The restaurant was desolate; barely a handful of people were dining inside. The only customers dining were youths wearing white robes. They were the branch students of the reopened White Cloud Dojo.
Garen stepped off the carriage and walked into the small restaurant.
A girl in a green dress who was bored inside immediately greeted him. The girl was slim and had large breasts. She looked quite pretty, and gave off an impression of innocence and charm.
”I've reserved the private room for you. Please follow me.”
”Thank you.” Garen had been dining here recently. The restaurant was small; there was only one main area and one private room. The owner who managed the place was a middle-aged man. The girl responsible for cleaning up was this thirteen-year-old girl in green dress he adopted. Additionally, there was the chef he hired. Father and daughter ran the restaurant near the dojo branch, and relied on business from students to make a meager living.
Their food wasn't very good. It was average, but more importantly it was clean. And the beautiful and adorable figure of the girl was pleasing to the eyes too.