Fisher is here...wrong, it's Zach.
In the evening, Fisher's man who contacted Grande came and invited Zach into the car in a black formal suit. Zach could only tell Maya, "Alice comes back and tells her that I know what happened." I'll have a good talk with her when I get back and don't tell her things she doesn't need to know."
Maya's answer was, "No, I don't want to be a snitch, and I don't want to tell. You find a way to talk to her yourself, and no, mention, me!" The image of the well-behaved guest was shattered.
What can Zach say... With a feeling that he had never had a better day today, he entered the journey to Fisher Manor.
The car took the same path as when it came, going diagonally northwest from the Grand and inserting into the West End from below, so it passed the former West End Grand, which is now Liszt's property and is under construction.
The car was too quiet, so Zach asked casually, "What is Liszt going to build here?"
You should still vaguely remember that people in the West District do not want Liszt to build a place like the Liszt Business District in the North District in the West District. This is because they do not want the class composition of the West District population to be disrupted.
"Club." Fisher's men answered, "High-end club." He also answered in detail. People around Fisher should know a lot. "The venue here will be a golf course, and the venue over there will be a restaurant and party." The venue..." He explained to Zach while gesturing in the car, "The first batch of membership quotas have been bought out, and it is said that new member registrations will not be open for the past year."
What could Zach say, "Really, high-end." You can imagine who the fully registered members are. Liszt is also on the right track. Not only did he not disrupt the Western District's hierarchy, he also helped consolidate it with assists. Good job.
Zach could only hope in his heart that the former cemetery would be 'cleared', otherwise those people would have to apologize to their ancestors and kill more scenery when they hit the ball on the land.
When we arrived at Fisher Manor, it was already dark. Fisher went to greet him personally, but he didn't know whether Zach was lucky or Fisher was unlucky. Zach arrived at the same time as Fisher's son, Jeddy.
The little fat man (Zhe Di) rushed in front, and the big fat man (Fisher) chased behind him, "Zhe Di! Zhang Di!! Stop! Where are you running to again!!"
"Ask xx (Zodi's new driver)! Anyway, isn't he the one you sent to monitor me!!"
It seemed that Jeddy's rejection of class privileges had reached another level, and Zach pretended not to see it.
In this way, in a very bad atmosphere, Zach sat at Fisher's table. The atmosphere got even worse.
Not at all flattered, Zach looked at the overly sumptuous dinner in front of him - a human dinner, placed on silver tableware that symbolized status. "Sorry, I've already eaten before I came here." Zach tried his best to act. Not in the mood at all.
"Uh..." The host, Fisher, who had already picked up the tableware, glanced at the faces of his two old men - the old Fishers and his wife - with an ugly expression.
Zach had met him more than once, at funerals, dinners, luncheons...but most of the time these two old men were in their circle of old people in the West End, smiling at Zach and not talking to each other, there was no need for it.
The two old men still smiled the same way they did to Grande before and waved their hands, probably signaling something. Then he ordered the servant to get some food and left the restaurant... If you don't know the situation, you can wait and it will become clearer.
After the two old men left, the second person to leave was Fisher's wife, who also instructed the servants to pack some food and leave.
The last one to leave was Zeddy. He looked at Zach, not knowing what emotion was in those eyes, and just took the plate and left.
Fisher and Zach were the only two people at the table.
"Hey." With a sigh, Fisher pulled off the napkin in the collar and threw away the tableware. "Tsk! It's my problem! I should have informed you earlier."
Notice what? Inform a South District funeral owner that the Fisher family is going to treat him to dinner today
Zach sat on the dining chair like a statue, "Although it is my honor, but, can you explain it." Zach knew that Bumi had told him, but he still had to ask.
Fisher stood up from the main seat and said, "Go to my office and talk." It seemed that he was giving up on the table full of delicious food.
Zach was able to stay away from those nasty vampire things, follow up, and take a casual tour of Fisher Manor, it was his first time here after all.
Different from Quinn's 'Indian', Patton's gorgeous, Smith's 'lonely', Fisher Manor, unexpectedly 'wild'. Zach didn't know what state of mind he should use when he passed by the animal heads hanging on the wall of the corridor, and he didn't know what state of mind he should use when looking at the animal furs spread out under his feet... wild.
"This is my, uh, hobby." Fisher explained in front of him, feeling that things at the dinner table were not very good. "If you are the kind of 'animal protection' type of person, all I can say is, I That’s a lot of money to pay for these things.”
"I'm not." A vampire is an animal protection type? Stop being funny.
Fisher thanked him without energy and entered the office. The wild style continued. Zach followed Fisher's instructions and sat down on the skin of an unknown creature.
"I'm trying to bring us closer." Fisher started, not forgetting to hand Zach a drink - at least the color is something that vampires won't reject. Everyone in the West End knows this, "So with the whole family, three generations The gesture invites you.”
Zach used his most sincere acting skills and took a sip of wine, "Beautiful." I'm sorry, Zach couldn't think of a more suitable adjective, "Why?"
So grand
"It's sincerity, it's my determination." Fisher raised his glass.
Zach could only respond.
"First of all, I want to thank you for your help in Marsa Port." Fisher raised the glass again, "Last time you reminded me to search at the estuary, and I found the missing goods." Fisher didn't even want to say 'corpse' , I used 'goods' directly, or 'missing goods', "Thank you."
Zach also took a polite sip, "No, I said I would help. But I'm sorry, I can't help with what happens next."
"Don't be sorry." Fisher raised the wine glass again, "You agreed to help me so readily and you were able to provide results so quickly. It's already a surprise to me."
Zach could only continue to raise the glass. It was a pity that a good bottle of wine was in the hands of someone who could not appreciate it at all. "Okay, thank you for accepting it, but Mr. Fisher." In order to show sincerity, Zach used the salute He said, "That's all I can do. Please accept my apology for not being able to help Mr. solve the problem more." He shook his head as he spoke.
No need to ask what the trouble is. Two batches of goods are missing. It's not missing, it's all missing.
"No, no, no." Fisher shook his head, "Please, just Fisher. You have already helped, and you have indeed helped. You don't need to apologize at all. It should be me who is sorry." The point is coming, "Yes I shouldn't take it for granted, rely on a nameless 'help'..." It's starting to become clearer, "If I believe you without any doubt, I shouldn't be selfish and hope to limit this matter to just one person." Help'ri!"
Zach pretended to be surprised, "Fisher, do you want to..."
"I want to entrust you, entrust Grande! A formal entrustment!" Fisher stared at Zach, "I should be the one to apologize. Initially, for the sake of my family's secrets, I restricted you and Grande's Ability, so that you clearly produced results for me, but you are unable to continue the investigation... "
This is a misunderstanding.
Let's take a look at what Fisher is going through - the individual illegal workers who entered the Port of Marsa disappeared mysteriously, and now the entire group has disappeared. Let’s talk about the former first.
With Zach's help, the former had a result. The dead worker's body was found, but finding it was the only result Grande gave. Why these workers died, disappeared from the ship, and were eventually found dead at sea. Grande, who helped, had no answer.
Speaking of the latter, two consecutive batches of workers disappeared en masse. This was when Fisher needed Zach's help the most, and did Zach give anything? We have seen, no, Zach has not contacted Fisher in the past few days, and has not even gone to Porto Massa to perform investigations.
So Fisher came to the conclusion that all he asked for was 'help', which limited Grande's ability. A misunderstanding that Zach won't clear up.
Fisher continued, "... Now, I am going to correct this mistake. I still need you and Grande's help, but I will not restrict you. I want to officially entrust you!"
The skin on Zach's forehead pushed up his eyebrows and gathered in the middle. This was an expression of worry for the other party, "Fisher, no. You know I can't accept this commission, and I can't investigate this matter without restrictions. , you understand, once I let go to investigate, I will use various resources, resources from the gray professional circle. This means that your private business is no longer a secret, at least in those gray areas. In the eyes of professionals, it’s no longer a secret.”
Isn't this the reason why the two initially downgraded the commission to help? Fisher didn't want anyone to know about his business!
"Gray professionals?" Fisher actually smiled, shook his head, helplessly, "Zach, let me tell you something, don't talk about gray professionals, Kyle, Kyle!" Suddenly emphasized, "Barton's The kid already knows! Early this morning, this kid came over and asked me what on earth I asked his classmates to do on the boat!"
The seeds dropped 'unintentionally' blossomed.
Fisher shook his head and continued, "It's impossible to know from his father. The only one who knows that I do this is Falcon!" As he said before, this business was originally planned with Falcon, but because of Due to some 'accidents' (Aix Security and Seidir Security), Falcon's people failed to reach Port of Marsa. "Humph, and this kid came to question a classmate who didn't go to college. I'm dead!" Fisher said in an incredible tone, "Haha, do you understand, Zach, hiding it is useless! People will always find clues and then discover it!"
Fisher took a deep breath and calmed down a little, but continued to shake his head, "Also, I don't know if you know it, but last night's cargo was missing again, all of it! I gave the order in the morning, and this time everyone on the ship was also put on hold. Rest in Barton and are not allowed to go to sea. There are two groups of crew members, and there may be a third group, and a fourth group..." Wasn't he concerned about the third and fourth groups of missing workers? Haha, forget it, as long as everyone understands it, I won’t continue to lay out Mr. Fisher’s personality traits. Just remember that his hobby is ‘wild’ and he pays a lot of money. I don’t want to deviate from the point. “People will be suspicious.” , sooner or later! Humph, it won’t be just Kyle by then! The only thing I can do is to solve this matter before more troublesome people get suspicious!"
His eyes were locked on Zach, "I need your help! To solve this matter! Without any restrictions! So, entrust!"
Zach lowered his head and tapped the wall of the glass with his fingers. He looked thoughtful for a while before speaking, "If I were to investigate without restrictions, I would use colleagues from gray professions." Looking up, The eyes are soliciting, but also informing. Needless to say whether it is sincere, "I will also make necessary information exchanges for intelligence, and..."
"As long as you can handle it!! Whatever you have to do, do it!"
"Then the secret of your business will completely rely on the professional ethics of gray professionals." Zach still used an informing tone, like a doctor before an operation - you may die during the operation, "Even, you should Knowing some of Grande's relationship with the police..." Zach didn't want to take James with him. He wanted to break away from the black and gray parts of society and give the white people of this world a gap to enter. "If I let go completely, you Secrets, not only in gray professions, but also in places that are extremely dangerous to your family... "
The reason Zach said this was to pave the way for Anthony. The conversation with Bumi has revealed that if Zach accepts this commission, it is only for Anthony. This is the only thing Zach can do, and Zach is prepared to do it flawlessly.
"If you trust someone! I do!" Fisher interrupted. He obviously thought Zach was talking about a certain police detective. It didn't matter what the people in the West Side thought of James. The point was that Fisher had obviously made up his mind - "Just like any commission entrusted to you! I have no extra questions and leave it to you to handle! Just give me the result!"
Zach took a deep breath, his bulging chest was for Fisher to see. At the same time, he raised his glass, touched it to Fisher's, raised his head and drank it, "Okay, you have put all your trust in me, I accept it." Delegate.”
Fisher also finished it, pushed the wine glass away, grabbed Zach's hand regardless of whether Zach was prepared, and pulled it towards him fiercely. His generous face was pressed against the side of Zach's face, and his voice was low in Zach's ear. Why is it so low—
"I have no retreat! I hope you can understand my determination to show my whole family in front of you today! My trust is completely entrusted to you! I need you! Don't let it down!"
"I won't." Zach said in a normal voice, and couldn't wait to say, "Let's get started, I need information, who is your next buyer, who buys these goods in the Federation..." (.)