Zach fell into a bad mood again.
He wasted time again for a meaningless purpose and learned something he didn't want to know by the way.
Isn't it? His commission seems to be going smoothly, but there doesn't seem to be any breakthrough in essence. Instead, Jackson told him some extremely disturbing news.
Speaking of which, what on earth is Mayor Anthony here to do? Judging from the results, it seems that he was the undead partner who released Blake. Jackson went to Zach and said some uncomfortable words and then left. Oh, and of course, he left some clips for those in the media to use.
But seriously, who cares more about the smart, even hypocritical Mayor Anthony or what Jackson said about Ms. Scheer
This emotion lasted until the end of the event. Zach had no intention of dealing with the West End people's entertainment anymore. He took Alice and Louise to say goodbye to Laura, and returned to Grande after agreeing to continue to help in the future.
Zach really couldn't suppress his entanglement anymore, so he sat down next to old Hank's carpentry bench under the sunset, "Hank, can I ask you a question?"
"No!" Old Hank denied directly.
Zach pursed his lips, but still asked, "Tell me what the 'Cleaner' does."
"Are you deaf?! I said no!" Old Hank roared, swinging the carpenter's plane.
If Jackson's existence taught Zach something, it was that when he wanted to express something, it didn't matter whether the other party was willing to listen. It didn't matter. Just say it and the other party would listen.
"I mean, literally, 'cleaning'. I can imagine..." Zach spread his hands and continued without looking at Old Hank, "Like corpses, ruined things, contaminated things, anything that doesn't want other Everything people find needs to be cleaned up. Am I right?"
Seeing that he couldn't seem to stop Zach from talking, Old Hank shut up. He peeled the wooden board in front of him hard, tearing, tearing...
"My question is." Zach raised his eyebrows, "This seems more like what people like Skoll do." Black profession, this is either aimei gray that walks between black and white, or black , "Why do you and Old Grande become seniors in Nuo's circle?"
The action of chipping wood stopped, and Old Hank glared at Zach, "Who said we were!"
Zach raised his eyebrows while looking at Old Hank. Isn’t the older generation Grande from a gray professional circle
"Did you hear those people say that I attended their party?!" Old Hank seemed to be irritated and yelled at Zach. The consolation is that Austin's decoration team has gone home from get off work, so don't worry be heard by outsiders.
Zach shook his head, but Zach always thought that it was Old Hank's 'way' of life, as everyone knows, that made them not interested in places like bars. But isn’t that the case
"I'm their senior!" Old Hank snorted heavily and started chipping away at the board again. Tear, tear, "But I have never put myself in any professional circle! Gray professional circle, black profession, whatever you want to call it! I am not in it! I just do my own thing! Those cowardly guys can end up whatever they want. Forming a circle, whatever it is called, has nothing to do with me! That’s it!”
'Cowardly guy'
Zach frowned. After thinking for a moment, "Hank, I need to explain."
"Explain? Explain what!" Old Hank, who just a moment ago didn't want to speak, seemed to be taking the initiative.
"I always thought that you and Grande Sr. were once in the gray professional circle that I am in now." Zach organized his words, "According to what I heard from various people. I don't want to boast, but we The gray professional circle uses important influence in Barton."
Not to boast, Mrs. Quinn said this, Smith said this, the chief of the Barton Police Department said this, who else needs it
"But now you tell me that you are not in this influential circle at all." Zach shook his head, "I am beginning to wonder about the significance of No.'s introduction into this professional circle in the first place." Zach always thought that he was because of old Hank With his influence, he was recommended by Nuo after he was lucky enough to handle two commissions.
"Are you stupid?!" Old Hank stopped moving again, swung the plane and glared at Zach, "Are you trying to say that I am not qualified to enter that circle?! If I am not qualified, no one is qualified!" Old Hank Waving the plane, he suddenly paused, "Humph! Please come in, I won't enter the circle created by those cowardly guys!"
The 'cowardly guy' appeared again, Zach frowned, "Why do you describe those people like that? I didn't see them being cowardly."
Old Hank stared at Zach with an incredulous look on his face. He stared at it for a while, twitched his face, continued to chip away at the wood, and snorted mockingly, "Humph. Do you think you are a person now? Do you feel very good about yourself?"
Zach looked at Old Hank, but shook his head, "No, not good at all. I just realized that I know nothing about the gray and black professional ecology opposite Barton's 'white', so I came to ask you." I thought. Think about it, apart from those people who hang out at ** bars and add Skoll, what else does Zach know? there is none left.
Zach paused, "Especially when it comes to cleaning, shouldn't you be an expert?"
Old Hank glanced at Zach. He obviously didn't know what Zach was talking about. It doesn't matter, we just know.
Old Hank snorted and shook his head, "Whatever you want, but you'd better be clear! No matter how you call yourself your circle, you are all a group of cowards who have been squeezed into a corner! You want one when you are leaning against each other. A guy who can only live by holding his thigh!"
Zach suddenly raised his eyebrows, and he thought that the answer had been right in front of him all along.
The southeastern gang that has never developed and should be called a truly black gang, Nuo, who is miserable when he offends Smith, and Falcon, who has "old connections" in the southeast, can say that Patton is us and we are Patton's Patton. lady…
Haven't you ever been curious? The unique atmosphere of getting along in the ** bar gathering is a way of adhering to the bottom line of professional ethics while harmoniously sharing resources. As old Hank said, if you are squeezed into a corner, you have to stay close together.
To sum up what Zach thought, a lot has been said about Barton City, excluding aliens, and the weirdness of this city. How ridiculous it is that Zach divides gray and black here. Isn't the real black in this city the white in Barton - the West End people who own underground industries like Smith!
What's left? It is Zack's gray professional circle. Those who are sandwiched between the two-faced Barton's real masters must stick together, and in the face of the real black, they must shed a layer of color that will never be black. Aimei professionals who are careful to survive!
remember? How Falcon described Skoll, a person who was not in the gray professional circle, as an 'interesting guy', I'm afraid, what he wanted to express had nothing to do with being interesting. (..)