Grande's dinner started very late today. This was because Benjamin had eaten up all the food reserves in the morning, and Danny, a guy who can get everything by relying on human delusion, went to the big q for shopping for the first time. Daily necessities, he got lost in the supermarket and didn't come back until almost two o'clock.
This caused lunch to be postponed, and dinner was also pushed to nine o'clock when everyone in the South District was ready to take a rest.
Just like at lunch, there were two more people at the table than usual, the vampire Zach, who was scratching his face on the dinner plate, and Blake, who didn't dare to look at Old Hank.
Just when everyone thought everything was about to repeat the awkwardness at lunch, Old Hank spoke.
"That one!" Old Hank's tone was full of inexplicable irritability, as if the emotions he had suppressed could not be suppressed and leaked out, "'Big Project'! Huh! How's it going?!"
Old Hank knew the truth, and Grande affairs had never been hidden from this strange old man. Needless to say, when the aliens were talking, the old man was either cleaning the coffin in the exhibition hall, cutting wood in the backyard, or wandering around boredly, and he listened to everything.
Therefore, the old man knew clearly the progress of Blake's project and the repeated obstacles. Maybe he just wanted to hear this young boy admit that he was too naive and too idealistic. But old Hank is a weird old man, who knows what he is thinking.
Blake lowered his head, not even thinking about praising Alice's cooking skills. He frowned and just wanted to finish eating quickly. The document comparison work between the funeral home and the prison had been completed after a day of continuous hard work. If it hadn't happened to be a late dinner, he would have been on his way home now. .
Blake was silent. No young person wants to be taught reality lessons. Old Hank's living condition is reality.
The question received no response. Old Hank stared at Blake's head and snorted heavily. He lost the tableware and said, "I'm eating so late! I can't sleep anymore!" and left.
After a moment of awkward silence, "I'm sorry." Blake's low apology came out.
Zach twitched his lips, "It has nothing to do with you..."
"Gold!" Old Hank's roar came from the direction of the showroom, for an old guy who hadn't eaten dinner. His voice was still full of energy, "Where did you hook that wild dog from?"
Zach and Benjamin's noses twitched at the same time.
Zach stood up, smiled and said sorry, "I'll go take a look."
Benjamin pouted, too lazy to care. Gangro finally arrived.
Zach walked through the office, thought for a while, had a glass of wine, and slowly walked towards the door of the showroom.
"Hank." Zach smiled and shook his head, "That's not a dog. It's a wolf."
Old Hank stared at a brown creature at the door and snorted, "Let Benjamin get rid of this thing!"
"He is a vampire." Zach's eyes were already looking at the other person, and he inhaled slightly, distinguishing the other person's bloodline and age, "Thomas, you are finally here."
Old Hank frowned and waved his hand. After leaving, I stopped writing the curse words.
The wolf in front of him stared at Zack. The skin under the villi began to squirm, as if its shape was about to change. But Zach frowned.
Gangro, who was about the size of an ordinary wolf, began to grow in size until his height in a prone and attacking posture was approaching Zach's waist!
The grinning lips were pulled to the ears, the scarlet tongue trembled in the protruding jaw, and a threatening growl emerged from the sharp teeth. A pair of eyes embedded in the down turned red!
Zach reached out and placed the wine glass on the coffin that was meant to show his master's demeanor, turned around and closed the door of the exhibition hall. When he looked at Gangro again, his eyes were already red!
"You want to fight?" The pointed and elongated fangs gave Zach an accent. Uh, special. But his expression was very familiar to us, it was a smile, "I think so too." Zach rolled up his sleeves, "Everyone knows how much Toledo hates being lied to."
His pale and sharp hands... claws were already placed on both sides of his body. Zach's legs were slightly bent, and his butt was tilted back, lowering his center of gravity. The battles between vampires are fought for the heart and neck. The opponent is Gangrel in wolf form, and Zach needs an unsightly starting position.
"Where is 12!" A hoarse, weird low voice came from Gangluo's throat. Believe me, its lips definitely didn't move! He grinned horribly, with two rows of U-shaped terrifying fangs facing Zach!
Zach was stunned for a moment and kept that ridiculous posture, "You ask me?"
The vibrating, threatening growl ceased.
The two vampires stared at each other with red eyes, conveying looks that were so complex that no one could decipher them.
I don’t know how long this silent stare lasted. From the direction of the restaurant, Blake’s voice bypassed the stairwell, entered the office, passed the reception room, and finally broke through the closed door of the showroom and reached the two vampires. in the ears.
Zach stopped his ridiculous posture, stood up, adjusted his wrinkled pants, and frowned, "Hide, we have guests."
The huge wolf shape in Zach's field of vision began to twist and shrink rapidly! In the blink of an eye, the sound of thin wings flapping the air was heard, and a black bat silhouette the size of a basketball passed through Zach's field of vision. The flat wings were retracted to the middle, and hung upside down in a corner of the ceiling of the exhibition hall, disappearing in the darkness. among.
Zach took one last look at Gangro on the ceiling, frowned, picked up the wine glass originally prepared for his 'former relatives', and pushed open the door of the showroom. He wanted to see Blake off, and Zach wanted to maintain his image as a thoughtful owner.
Blake in the backyard had already walked towards Benjamin's warehouse. Benjamin, who was walking by, glanced at Zach, asking what was going on in the showroom just now! Zach responded with a 'how do I know' look, shook his head, and waited for Blake to drive out of his car.
"Thank you for taking care of me today." Blake lowered the car window and gestured to Zach with a smile.
Zach smiled and waved his hand, "I like the current mayor and am happy to help."
After Blake laughed, he looked at Zach apologetically, "As for the clues, I don't know if the mayor would want anyone else to know about his current affairs, so..."
What Blake meant was that he was being honest with Zach because he was familiar with Grande's 'real' career, and with Grande's relationship with West Enders, there was no need to hide anything.
But to the mayor, Grande is still just a funeral home, a funeral home that benefits from the current mayor's decisions. I just happened to have a personal relationship with Blake, so it was convenient for me to start work.
There is a certain degree of balance between this. Grande can be willing to cooperate with the mayor's work because he has benefited from the mayor's previous decisions, but he cannot be too eager to come to the door.
It should be easy to understand. What the mayor is doing now is not very honorable. Grande helps the mayor and friend Blake, who he likes, and providing assistance is one thing. But it's another thing to get too deep into the inside story of the mayor's 'work'.
The degree of this is entirely in the hands of Blake, a politician. He does not want Grande to appear in front of the mayor one day to claim credit and arouse the mayor's disgust and wariness.
Let the West End people, who don’t even know that Grande’s biggest relationship is Mayor Anthony himself, worry about these things!
Zach smiled and nodded, "I understand. You just need to ask in detail about the recent cooperation with the prison, and you will know." Zach rolled his eyes, "I'm just helping my friends save some time."
Blake naturally regarded this friend as his own, and there was nothing wrong with him. Helping him meant helping Anthony. Both of them were Zach's friends.
The young politician smiled. It felt good to have a friend like him. He was very tolerant and understanding. It was his first real job in Barton, and he overfulfilled it. I believe that after he returned, he would be sent by the mayor to Seris. The people in Brier's family also gained a lot. Quite lucky.
He gave Zach a final nod, said goodbye, shifted gears, and drove out of Grand's backyard.
Standing in the backyard, Zach did not return to the showroom to see the gangero hanging in the corner of the ceiling. It was not Zach's childish anger, but the sound of the engine from far to near, indicating that another guest was coming.
"Hey!" The woman in a tight, shiny skirt stuck her head out of the car window and waved to Zach, "Don't just stand there! Come over and help!"
It's Rita. This guy finally delivered the custom-made clothes!
"Benjamin!" Rita shouted into the rearview mirror without turning off the car, "I saw you! You can't hide this time! I'm coming!" The woman turned off the car skillfully, He took out the key and opened the door. As soon as he stood up, without even stepping on the high heels, he took the vampire who was smiling helplessly into his arms!
Rita loves hugging just as much as she loves slapping people in the face with her ring-covered hands, pulling people's hair with her fingernails covered in paint, and using her pointed high heels... So don't worry about this woman traveling alone at such a late hour.
"Yeah!" She pushed Zach away with satisfaction, turned her head, stared at the figure passing by the window on the second floor of the warehouse, and walked away with amazing lines, "Benjamin! You can't hide! "
Zach ignored Benjamin, who was about to be loved, and walked towards the raised trunk lid. In the four square cardboard boxes were the clothes he and Matthew had ordered a week ago.
Unfortunately, Matthew is not here, so we can’t try it for the time being. But Zach obviously didn't care much about Matthew's clothes. He opened the carton with his name on it, tore open the plastic sealing with anticipation, ran his fingers over the fabric he selected, and opened and lifted it with satisfaction.
Zach's face fell, and what he lifted up was a strip of fabric. Except for the top part, which was intact, there were countless small holes cut in the middle.
Zach blinked, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the warehouse, "Rita, what is this?"
Rita poked her head out of Benjamin's window, "Oh! That's the old man saying, 'Thank you for getting my son into the hands of the saints.'"
grateful? Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth and sighed.
"You still have to pay the full price!" Rita added. (..)