After hanging up the phone, Clayton turned to look out the window again. He was ready to die silently. Perhaps for him now, peace is the only solace he can offer, right
However, his heart was restless, and he was still unwilling to calm down completely. After all, he was still a little unwilling... Originally, he could have gone to China, where a cancer treatment drug called T-1 had been developed. As a general manager of a pharmaceutical company, I know this all too well.
However, after his ex-wife took away everything from him, he has lost the material guarantee of survival. Now the only choice he can make is to die quietly and peacefully without being disturbed.
"Jingle Bell… "
The monotonous ringtone came from the phone again. Obviously, the damn guy on the other side of the phone didn't give up just because he hung up. When did these damn salesmen become so patient
Clayton shook his head helplessly, hung up the phone again, and looked at the phone screen quietly, waiting for the third ring.
Sure enough, but a few seconds after he hung up the phone, the phone rang again. This time, Clayton simply pressed the power off button. No matter who the other party was or what their purpose was, after powering off, they would be completely Eliminate the invisible.
Looking at the shutdown symbol on the phone screen, Clayton finally nodded with satisfaction.
This time, I was finally able to be clean.
However, at this moment, outside Clayton's door, there was suddenly a sound of walking from far to near. Although the quality of this kind of low-rent housing itself is not very good, but now that I heard the noise, I still let Ke Layton once again felt a different kind of irritability.
Knock knock knock!
There was a knock on the door outside the simple wooden door. There seemed to be hesitation in the sound, but after hearing the sound, Clayton couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
How is it possible, how could a debt collector find this place so easily? Could it be that Sean betrayed him? Impossible, I never told him my address...
Knock knock knock…
The knocking on the door continued. Clayton hesitated for a while, but finally plucked up the courage to stand up, walked to the door and tentatively said, "Who is outside?"
"Hello, are you Mr. Lancelot Clayton?" came the weak voice of a little boy outside the door.
Although the voice was very harmless, Clayton's heart sank when he heard the other party's name. He sighed secretly. It seemed that he would not be able to escape liability for his debts even before he died.
In desperation, Clayton had no choice but to open the door, but what he saw was only a little boy who only reached his waist and had a golden pot lid hairstyle.
at this time. The little boy raised his head eagerly, looking at him with Yong'an's innocent eyes.
"Who are you?" Clayton asked a little warily.
"I'm John Connor. I just received a call on my cell phone trying to find you. Sir, the phone said that as long as I transfer the call to you who lives next door, you will pay me fifty cents." The little boy scratched his head in embarrassment.
Clayton was suddenly startled, and his expression became uncertain. He hesitated for a while, but finally took the phone from the little boy's hand and asked in a solemn voice, "Hello, I'm Clayton. Who are you..."
"Mr. Clayton, you finally answered the phone." A cold, hoarse voice came out on the phone, "Hello, let me introduce myself first. I am a foreign company planning to open a branch in the United States. I heard that your ability is very outstanding and you just lost your job, so I want to hire you to be the general manager of our company in the United States. I wonder if you would like to come out and meet me? "
"Hire me?" Clayton's eyes lit up slightly, but then dimmed again in an instant. "I'm sorry. Although I'm grateful for your company's trust in me, for some reason, I don't think I'm qualified."
"Wait, sir, you don't have to refuse immediately." That husky voice had a certain magnetism, as if it had magic power. After hearing this voice, Clayton couldn't help but act according to the other person's words. "I know what you are worried about. If you are willing to work in our company, we can immediately pay you one million US dollars in employment funds, and there will also be a T-1 that can save you from the fire and a job that has been arranged. What do you think of the conditions for a proper liver transplant?”
Clayton was stunned for a moment, and the next second he took a breath of air, his eyes full of horror.
The other party actually knew that he had liver cancer
It is undeniable that after hearing this condition, Clayton's heart was already pounding. If he could live, who would be willing to wait for death? But there is an old saying in China that says it best: There will never be a lunch that falls from the sky. Since others have tried so hard to find their phone numbers, their cases, and even their neighbors! It is enough to show that the other party has a very broad plan. If the guess is correct, the other party may have already known his location. Even if he refuses, the other party will kidnap him by force...
"How about it? You have three minutes to think about it. After three minutes, someone will come to pick you up at the bottom of the building. All you have to do is follow him to the car, and then we will meet to discuss." The voice on the phone finally said, Then hung up completely.
Clayton didn't have time to say anything. Hearing the busy tone from the phone, he sighed secretly, bent down, handed the phone back to the little boy, and then dug into his pocket. Finally, under the little boy's eager gaze, he took out the few dollars he had left in change from his pocket, and stuffed them all into the little boy's hand.
"Sir, may God bless you." The little boy shouted excitedly, then cheered and ran down the stairs with the money. At the same time, two men wearing black clothes and sunglasses slowly appeared. On the stairs.
"Are you here to pick me up?" Clayton smiled, made a gesture of invitation, and then returned to the room. He originally wanted to pack his luggage, but it wasn't until he was doing it that he realized that he really didn't have anything. To be organized.
Unable to help but smile bitterly, he simply followed the two men in black down the stairs without taking anything. On the street, a black stretched Lincoln had quietly parked in front of the sidewalk. Its luxurious shape attracted the attention of countless pedestrians. .
Clayton's eyes lit up. As a successful man, he also had a lot of research on luxury cars, but he couldn't see the model of the car in front of him. In other words, this was a Lincoln Lincoln. Eighty percent of them are cars that are exclusively customized by manufacturers for customers. If manufacturers can customize cars individually for customers, the price will be at least tens of millions of dollars...
One of the two men in black quickened his pace and took the initiative to open the door when Clayton walked to the car. Clayton nodded and got into the car with some regret. The interior of the car was even more luxurious - all black. Leather sofas, solid wood center consoles, wine counters and refrigerators, as well as various handmade wooden devices, etc., all highlight the connotation of low-key luxury.
It was the first time he rode in such a luxurious car. Clayton even lamented that just from this car, he probably wouldn't be able to make enough money in ten years.