Wade was troubled.
His mind was desperately telling himself that this commission was courting death and he should never accept it.
But his heart had already flown to the big box of green paper.
This is a five million dollar business.
He had only received two seven-figure commissions in his life, and old man Weyland just happened to give him one million, which was nothing compared to the five million this time.
"Time is running out, young man," Luke reminded leisurely.
Wade certainly knew that.
He knew Vanessa's habits very well, and she would come out in a minute or two at most.
"Done." He gritted his teeth and pointed to the money box next to Luke: "Now, let me take another look at them. That will warm my cold heart a little."
Luke shook his head: "You can read it slowly later. Now I want to tell you some key points of the commission execution."
As he spoke, he opened the big box on his right.
Wade looked at the things inside: "This, isn't this the outfit you're wearing?"
Luke: "That's about right. You'd better wear it tonight. I left everything you need to know in it."
As he said that, he closed the box again: "Don't just count the money tonight. There are still 2.5 million to be collected after the commission is completed. And this set of equipment is only temporarily lent to you. I have to take it back afterwards, do you understand?"
You're such an idiot, it would be a shame if you died!
Wade didn't want to talk to him any more, he just nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know, you talk too much nonsense."
Luke chuckled and turned his head to look towards the bathroom. "If I were you, I would first consider how to survive. If you die tomorrow night, this beautiful woman will belong to another man."
"Good luck to you, young man!" As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he jumped out from the balcony again.
At this moment, the bathroom door made a noise.
Vanessa wiped her hair and said, "Did you find anything...?" Her eyes fell on the two large black boxes in front of Wade.
"What is this? Where did it come from?" she asked suspiciously.
Wade's lips moved, and he subconsciously looked at the balcony door that was closed again: "Um, this... is the Christmas surprise I prepared."
Vanessa was surprised: "It's already evening, and there are courier companies delivering goods to your door?"
Wade laughed and said, "Private, private door-to-door delivery."
Vanessa wasn't too concerned about the express delivery business, so she stopped asking and looked at the two boxes with interest: "Can you open them and take a look?"
Wade's head shook like a drum.
Are you kidding! One of them is a mountain of hundred-dollar bills, and the other is V's exclusive equipment.
If Vanessa saw it, she might not be surprised, but she would definitely be frightened.
The key is, how should he explain the origins of these two things
"I told you it's a Christmas surprise!" The clever ghost thought quickly and immediately found an excuse: "Of course we have to wait until Christmas to reveal the answer."
Vanessa thought about it and stopped caring about the two boxes. She just looked at him and asked, "Where are the things you are looking for? Don't want the case to happen again?"
Wade then remembered the item he had just looked for and slapped his forehead: "Damn, there is no maple syrup, my favorite. There is only ketchup."
Vanessa chuckled and stepped forward: "It should be okay, right?"
Wade: "You are my sweetheart, and the sour taste of ketchup is not worthy of you."
Vanessa: "How about you go to the supermarket and buy maple syrup?"
Wade decisively slacked off: "I suddenly feel that your sweetness can overwhelm all the sourness."
Vanessa: "So what are you waiting for?"
Wade: "As you wish, Ms. Victim, let's begin the process of reenacting the case!"
Outside the window, drizzle falls on a winter night.
Inside the house, the two people who were busy playing the detective game no longer paid any attention to the two large boxes.
…
At nine o'clock the next morning, a cell phone rang suddenly in the quiet room and rang for a long time before stopping.
But after a moment, the bell rang again.
Wade groped around on the floor beside the bed in a daze, took out his phone from the pile of clothes, and put it to his ear: "Hey, baby, did you forget to bring your keys again?"
Vanessa's voice came from the receiver: "I'm shopping in the supermarket. Didn't you ask me to remember to call you at nine o'clock last night? You said you had something to do today."
Wade: "Thank you, I understand. Bye."
Vanessa listened to the dead tone in the microphone and shook her head.
She knew Wade must not have woken up yet, but she would call him in half an hour. He must be very tired after the replay of last night's case.
Thinking this in her mind, she continued to choose food in the supermarket.
In the room, the phone in Wade's hand slipped quietly and the room fell into silence again.
Half an hour later, his cell phone rang suddenly and he sat up abruptly.
Looking around blankly, Wade leaned over to pick up the phone and answered, "Baby, did you forget to bring your keys again? Do you want me to open the door for you?"
Hearing this repeater-like question, Vanessa rolled her eyes: "I called you to get up half an hour ago. Have you forgotten that you have something to do today?"
Wade continued to be confused: "Huh? What do you want to do?"
He suddenly had a sudden realization: "Oops, I was so busy reenacting the case last night that I forgot about this."
Vanessa decisively spat at him and hung up the phone.
The wake-up call was complete, so she didn't bother to care what this guy was going to do.
Wade got up and stood in the room, looking around: "Where's the box? Where's my money?"
Suddenly, a flash of black passed through the corner of his eye.
Wade rushed over and saw two large black boxes quietly lying in the corner of the room.
Vanessa moved these here after she got up in the morning, otherwise two such large boxes standing in the middle of the room would be an eyesore.
Wade took out the two boxes and couldn't help but open the big box containing the money.
Of the two boxes, the one containing money is much larger, and the difference is very obvious.
He opened the buckle, and the neatly stacked green paper pieces in the box appeared in front of him again.
Wade scooped up a handful, brought it in front of him, and put his face deep in it: "Ah, what a taste of happiness."
Just there, he chuckled and took out all the money and looked at it. Then he lay down on the pile of bills with satisfaction.
"Finally, finally..." Wade murmured, "I am a rich man now!"
After indulging himself for nearly half an hour, he finally came to his senses from the smell of money and turned his attention to another box.
Reaching out and searching the box for a while, Wade cursed out loud: "What the hell is this box? Where do I open it?"
At this moment, his hand touched the metal plate next to the handle, and a soft female voice sounded: "Do you want to open the secret box?"
Wade was stunned. "Just open it if I tell you to. Why waste your words, this broken box."