During Cook's kitchen time, Laura's call failed and she could no longer stay in Grande, so she had to go back to the West End. After sending Laura away, Zach began to doubt whether there would be any progress in today's hundred-dollar commission. No, isn't the city government prepared to ask for the votes of the citizens of the South District
Of course not. Anyone who is serious about campaigning will care about ballots.
About the time Cook's kitchen entered Alice's least favorite part - when Cook taught the host step by step how to make a ball of dough elastic and sticky, Grande had a guest.
The rain stopped for a while, but it looked like it would continue. Taking advantage of this gap, our vampire stood on the front porch and watched two guys in work clothes get out of a truck with the city government logo on it. The middle-aged man and Vincent yesterday.
"You reported us." The middle-aged man was very direct and glanced at Zach. "You said you wanted to apologize." He pushed Vincent, who had an uneasy expression on his face. "Here comes the apology. Hurry up." He was probably sincere. Went to feed the dog.
"I, um, I'm very sorry for hitting your guest yesterday." Vincent lowered his head, probably not ashamed, but just didn't want to look at Zach.
"It won't happen again." The middle-aged man reminded.
"Not anymore." Vincent added, glancing at the young man.
The middle-aged man nodded and glanced at Zach, "Are you satisfied? Can we go?"
Zach was actually a little surprised. He could probably understand the indifference of public servants to ordinary citizens, especially the most basic coolie workers. But whether it was yesterday or today, the attitude of these two people was too indifferent. For example, a civil servant like Wales once had at least one service evaluation that told him to pretend to have a better attitude. The two people in front of him seemed not to want to pretend. Is it because the profession of coolie labor is too 'basic' and does not need to serve the senses
"You can go." Zach waved his hand. "Vinson stays." Zach was not prepared to explore the psychological state of these workers.
The middle-aged man frowned and said, "If I'm right, you don't seem to want this to get into trouble. I heard the recording of your report phone call, and we have apologized. The person who was beaten didn't say anything. ,what else do you want?"
"Did you hear the recording?" Zach raised his eyebrows. Our vampire was a little curious about the process of this public service channel. Anonymity is really a joke, "Forget it." Zach curled his lips, "It doesn't matter, I just need it. This is just a way to contact you, as long as the purpose is achieved." Looking at Vincent, "Actually, if you come earlier, you can still see Laura."
"Laura? Laura is looking for me..." Vincent was a little surprised. He was interrupted just as he started to speak. The middle-aged man frowned and pulled Vincent behind him and looked at Zach, "What on earth are you going to do?"
It was already obvious that this middle-aged man was protecting Vincent. It could be seen from his actions yesterday and today. Zach was a little curious. "What do you care about? If you listened to the recording, you should know that in the end I did not insist on any results from the city government." Yes, Zach hung up the phone in embarrassment and said, "When you show up, my goal is achieved." , we won’t pursue anything, you can go. I just want Vincent."
"Vinson is my nephew." The middle-aged man's eyes twitched. He probably couldn't figure out what Zach wanted to do. "Why are you looking for him?"
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Uncle and nephew, this can explain where your obvious favoritism comes from." Zach shook his head. Once curiosity is satisfied and interest is lost, "Don't worry, I mean no harm."
Zach felt it was necessary to explain to this 'uncle', "As you saw yesterday, Laura and Kyle were my guests. Our relationship, well, is not bad. What happened yesterday was very... Receive, um, hit, not get beaten, you should have heard about the scholarship."
Zach shrugged at Vincent, "You should know Kyle well. You should know that this little guy has a hard time letting go of certain things. So Lola asked me to ask and wanted to help her brother." Last look To the middle-aged man, "Adults should not get involved in children's matters."
"Since it's a child's matter, let the child solve it." The middle-aged man's face showed impatience, "You are nothing here. Laura wants to find Vincent and look through the graduation yearbook. There are articles on it. Sen’s contact information.”
"It's Saturday." Zach spread his hands, "No school."
"Let's go to school then!" The middle-aged man was too lazy to continue arguing with Zach here. He pulled Vincent and prepared to get in the car and leave.
"Kyle went back to Raptor, you know." Zach continued, facing Vincent's back, "re-enrolling as a senior. You should know that after the first spring high school ball game last semester, he suddenly transferred to another school. .”
Vincent's body was pulled for a moment.
One thing must be made clear first. It is impossible for Kyle's classmates like Vincent to know the real reason why Kyle was transferred to another school. All they know is the fact that was shown. In the first game of the game, Kyle was forcibly moved to the right outfield by Connor, who was least noticed. After playing one game, he felt depressed, quit the team, and abandoned his studies. Not long after, Connor died, and Kyle Er was transferred to the West.
This fact cannot be dwelled upon.
"Because he transferred to another school, he now has to spend another year to experience his senior year again." Zach looked at Vincent who turned around, "I was lucky enough to watch that game. You performed very well. You were selected by the college football team. The exploration should have started at that time. Don’t you think that after going through this, you should at least give Kyle an explanation."
Zach waved his hand, "I'm not like Kyle, who would say that you 'wasted' his scholarship. That's what you deserve. I just want to say that you should explain..."
"What kind of scholarship do those West End boys need?" The middle-aged man was probably dissatisfied with Vincent's stop. He tried to pull Vincent to continue walking to the car, while interrupting Zach's words, "The spoiled child is sick!"
Zach shrugged, "You are not qualified to comment on these children. Whether Kyle needs a scholarship or not, Vincent, as his classmate and teammate, knows better than you, right."
"Tsk!" The middle-aged man pulled Vincent, who was motionless, "ignore him and leave!"
"Uncle, I think I should explain it here." Vincent looked at the middle-aged man with an uneasy expression, "You know. That, the contact information in the graduation yearbook is no longer useful..."
The middle-aged man's eyes twitched twice. It seemed that he was not prepared to let Laura find Vincent at all.
Zach kept his mouth shut, not prepared to make any comments.
"What are those people explaining?" The middle-aged man was still impatient, "They don't really care! And this. Grande, do you really want to say those things here?!"
Zach couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore, and when it came to Grande, "What happened to Grande?"
Ignored.
Vincent seemed to hesitate a little. After thinking for a while, he made a decision, "Kyle is a good person. I think I should explain what happened yesterday. Well, it was also my fault. I should apologize properly."
"It's up to you! You're an adult anyway!" The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently, "I don't have time to wait for you here. You have to go to night school by yourself in the evening." No longer caring about Vincent, he got in the car.
"I'll find a way." Vincent pursed his lips and watched as his uncle started the car, pressed the horn twice in displeasure, turned around and drove away.
"You still go to night school? Back Bay Community College?" Zach asked casually. In a very masterly manner, he spread his hands to instruct the other party to enter. This is a small chat to relax the atmosphere before getting to the main topic.
"Yes. Employment training arranged by the city government." Vincent answered casually and entered the showroom under Zach's guidance.
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Our mayor has arranged such a project?" I said it was just chatting, so please allow Zach to digress.
"Yes." The direction he was directed was the reception room, and he walked around. You will enter the office on the second floor from the elevator, "set up for the unemployed workers of the Hermann factory at the beginning of the summer."
He seems to be an easy guy to talk to. Zach rubbed his chin, having no idea where this small talk was leading. He quickly walked to the front and opened the elevator. Signing to come in, "Are you a worker?" Zach pressed the button and asked with raised eyebrows.
"No, but my parents were." Amidst the slight sound of mechanical operation, "It used to be."
Zach pursed his lips and said, "Once."
"They died in the factory explosion." There was only one floor lift. When they arrived, the door opened automatically. Looking at the corridor, Vincent turned his head and asked, "This way?"
"Yes." Zach frowned, "You just said your parents..." Zach shook his head, realizing that he shouldn't repeat it.
Vincent didn't respond. He pushed open the office door, glanced at Zach's office, and seemed suddenly nervous, "Um, do I need to say it here?"
Probably because of the established feeling of the office, this is a place that should be used to discuss business matters.
Zach glanced at his office. There was nothing biased about the funeral home's office, serious or warm, "No need, we can go to the living area."
Zach walked to the front again and opened the door on the west side, "We have a recreation room, you can go there, Alice is also there, do you know Alice?"
"Alice?" Vincent thought for a moment, "Is it Laura's friend? She must be your sister. I heard that Laura has a friend who doesn't go to school in the South District."
Zach nodded, not ready to ask where he heard it from, high school life, haha.
Entering the recreation room, all Grand members except Louise and Mo were here. They looked at the two people who came in at the same time, "Uh..." Vincent opened his mouth, "I..."
"Go downstairs." Zach curled his lips, "You can help me prepare dinner."
"Okay." Vincent nodded with a strange expression and walked back.
"You and your uncle just mentioned Grande." Zach reiterated this point, "Is it about the cooperation between Grande's branch (mill) and Herman to conduct the funerals of those who died in the factory explosion. "
"Well." Vincent seemed to be hesitating, but still answered, "He doesn't have a good impression of Grande because of this."
While going downstairs, Zach pursed his lips and said, "Why." Remember, during that time Zach was personally supervising the work in the mill, and there was actually a 'customer' who was dissatisfied.
"He wanted a funeral, a real funeral, not a cremation with the same process." Vincent was very calm when he said this. "He didn't really hate Grande, he was just uncomfortable with the way Herman handled it."
So the mill was just unlucky and angry. Zach nodded, "You seem to be handling these things very well." Passing the restaurant, "This is the restaurant. If you want, you can have dinner with us."
"Thank you." Vincent was very polite and followed Zach into the kitchen. "There's nothing to 'deal with'. I..." He looked around the Grand kitchen, not knowing what to do. "I don't have parents anymore. I To survive.”
This is where the main topic comes into play.
"Potatoes, beans, cauliflower." Zach ordered a few ingredients at random and rolled up his sleeves, "So this is why you didn't go to college."
"Well." Vincent picked up the potatoes and began to peel them very skillfully. "Even if I have a scholarship, I don't have the money to support my life there. I have consulted with the university. My major is sports and the training plan is basic. It takes up all my spare time, and I don’t have time to work.”
"What about the credit loan?" Zach just threw the noun casually.
"I come from a working-class family." Vincent shook his head. "I have no work record, no income record, and no credit."
"Your uncle."
"He has his own children to support, and he will also need college funds next year. He can't support me anymore." Vincent had already finished peeling one potato and picked up the second one. "He helped me find this job. I have already Very grateful.”
"Herman's compensation?" Zach thought of something.
"I have a younger brother." Vincent paused, "He goes to elementary school in Newton, a special school. He, um, can't hear. He needs that money more."
Zach was speechless, "I'm sorry."
Vincent shook his head, then nodded, "I feel sorry too." He took a deep breath and picked up the third potato, "Will you explain this to Laura and Kyle."
"Yes. I have been entrusted." Baiyuan entrusted, "Maybe you want to explain yourself."
"I don't want to." Vincent shook his head. "I don't really want to say this to them. Those West End people probably can't understand it. But I do want to say sorry to Kyle. Yesterday, I didn't know what I was thinking. Impulsive."
Zach pursed his lips, "You're thinking that you were forced to give up your scholarship and afford the only way out, but Kyle said it was a waste."
Vincent glanced at Zach, thought for a while, and nodded.
"What classes are you taking at night school?" We can't let the atmosphere be so low, right? Zach casually opened the topic.
"I don't know what basic knowledge of freight and storage I will be assigned to work on the ship in the future." Vincent picked up the fourth potato.
"Want to go to sea?"
"Yeah, uncle helped me get assigned to a place where the salary is said to be the highest. I hope so." (.)