Chapter 117 Master, I will listen to you
This "gathering of old friends" in Alex's mouth.
Ended around ten thirty in the evening.
Herbert left.
Abel also helped his grandparents and left the restaurant slowly.
Go back to the middle of the convoy and sit behind the rear compartment.
Alex suddenly said, "Did you see anything?"
Abel: "???"
"Herbert is not a baseball fan."
“He doesn't even like any sports.”
"He doesn't even like golf. This is different from his son, who really likes baseball and golf." Alex said softly.
If Abel didn't know what Alex wanted to say just now.
Hearing what Alex was saying now, he immediately realized something.
"what do you mean?"
Through the rearview mirror, he looked at his grandfather, who had changed from the old urchin on the court just now.
Alex at this moment is calm and gentle, and the accumulation of time and time on him is clearly visible.
An old house where a treasure.
Abel thought in his heart.
"What do I mean?" Alex smiled silently:
"Obviously, Herbert came tonight with a purpose."
"Herbert is a man who has fought all his life."
"When he was studying, he fought with knowledge and the teacher. After joining the war, he fought with himself and those neon people."
"After returning to China, he competed with commercial enemies and confronted political enemies."
“He has been fighting all his life, fighting against the enemies he imagined. He never does boring things.”
“He almost never had hobbies.”
“He is a very boring person, and he has almost no private friends. His friends are all objects of his struggle or use”
"Such Herbert. He came to watch baseball tonight, and even came to us. Now. Do you understand?"
After listening to Grandpa's long words, Abel was silent for a while.
He drove the Cadillac Escalade, in the dark, looking at the taillights of the Toyota Sequoia driven by Edward ahead, and followed it.
It may be a few seconds, it may be tens of seconds, Abel in the driver's seat nodded.
"I see. You mean, he came for me?"
Alex said softly:
"It can be said that. But he may not come to you because of himself. He may represent some people, come to see your attitude, and come to see my attitude."
"Your attitude?" Abel asked in surprise.
"What do you mean?!" Alex's calm and tall image broke.
The appearance of the old urchin was revealed again.
"Although I am not as good as Herbert, I am not as good as many people. Most of the time, I am just a rich man in the country."
"But I live a long life, and I am generous! I dare not say it in other places, but in Texas and several southern states, many people believe in me!"
Alex blows his beard and stares—well, only the latter.
Because Alex doesn't like to grow a beard, or the men in the Smith family don't grow beards
may be genetic, including Abel and Alexander.
Grandfather, son, and grandson, except for the hair, the hair is not very strong.
If it is manifested inside, it is Bai Yulong.
On the outside, it is difficult to grow a good-looking beard.
Their beards are not long at all, but they are sparse and ugly, which affects the image.
This is very unusual in the hairy Anza ethnic group, probably because there is a trace of mixed blood in the blood.
The old man didn't have to blow his beard if he wanted to, so he could only stare.
"Hahaha~ okay. Grandpa, I apologize for what I just said."
Abel laughed:
"But please forgive me. Because I didn't expect my grandpa to be so powerful. I thought you, grandpa, are just like my old man. You only know how to feed cows, ride horses and shoot guns."
"You're still young." At this moment, Arya, who was smiling all the time and didn't speak much, said:
"You don't know many things. Son, my dear Abel. Your grandfather was also very powerful back then. It's just that his character prevented him from going too far."
Even my grandma, who has always been quiet and gentle, never said loud words or lies, said so.
Abel really believed.
Belief in my grandfather is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
"Okay. So Grandpa, who do you think Herbert is representing?" Abel asked.
"Who else could it be?" Alex, who calmed down and didn't deliberately mess with his grandson, looked like an old-school American Puritan.
"Why did you come back? Who are you coming back for? Well, that might be who Herbert represents."
"Understood." Abel said.
As far as the current situation is concerned, it may be the most successful political family in Texas.
Herbert and his son must be deeply involved with the Texas consortium.
Apart from other aspects, his son can become the governor.
Without the support of those people, it is absolutely impossible to succeed.
Now he is in Texas again, so if Herbert really came here with a purpose.
The most likely person to let him be the representative is the Texas Consortium.
"Then what do you think I should do next. Continue to wait and meet those people?" Abel asked again.
Unexpectedly, Alex shook his head and said softly:
"I don't know about that. It's just that Herbert obviously doesn't just want to watch a baseball game and then chat with my old friend. Herbert never does such boring things. "
Speaking of this, Alex paused, "If it were his son, it would be possible to do this."
"Forehead"
Abel could tell that Alex didn't think very highly of Herbert's son.
There may be a bit of an element of jealousy in it. .
"Okay. Since even you don't know. Then I can only use a proverb from Eastern Huaxia as my attitude towards what may happen next."
Abel translated this proverb into English—"Soldiers will block you, but water will cover you with soil."
"The soldiers came to attack, and the officers went to resist. The flood is coming, use soil to stop it?" Alex said softly:
“This ancient country is really scary, and its cultural heritage can't keep up with the USA.”
"Ha, who can say otherwise? The simplest thing is that the guys on Wall Street attach great importance to that country."
"Don't talk about others. You're a Wall Street guy now too."
"That's not what I said. Even if I'm begging for food on Wall Street, I'm still a Texan. The concepts are different and should not be confused!"
"hehe."
The grandfather and grandson, chatting like this, returned to their home in the Oak River community.
It was eleven o'clock when we got home, Alex and Arya looked a little tired. .
Both of them are old after all.
Even in Houston, there are the best medical conditions and material conditions to support.
But there is no way to violate the laws of nature, and it is impossible to regain the past in terms of energy.
Abel didn't bother his grandparents, he asked them to rest first. .
He took care of his own affairs by himself, and at about half past eleven, he lay down on the bed.
Before going to bed, he raised his watch to check the time.
Today is 2000, September 21, half past eleven, Thursday.
"Monday Ikana, Tuesday Annie, Wednesday Jessica, Thursday is Ikana time again."
Someone aspiring to be a time management guru murmurs to himself, his skilful flipper of contact numbers.
After finding the number he wanted, he dialed Ikana's mobile phone number.
Since that banquet, his "feeling" with Ikana has rapidly heated up.
From the previous phone calls, I could only chat with a few simple greetings.
It has developed to the present, and it is already possible to chat for half an hour or even longer like men and women in the ambiguous period.
The call got through quickly, and Ikana answered it very quickly.
It was almost a ring from Abel's side, and the other side was connected.
"Hi, Ikana. Good evening."
"Good evening, Abel."
Abel heard the sound of water coming from the phone, and he asked softly, "It sounds like you're taking a shower?"
Across the phone,
Manhattan, New York, the top floor of the Ted Lener Building at 40 Wall Street.
In Ikana's bedroom, in the bathroom with an area of more than 30 square meters.
She was lying on the bathtub, soaking her beautiful body in the bubble water.
Her hair is tangled up and covered with a towel, making it look like a hat.
She scrubbed her body gently with one hand, and held the phone in the other.
"Yes. I just came back from the company. I'm very tired today. I'm going to wash up, and then go to bed after some maintenance." She responded softly.
On the Texas side, Abel was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and laughing:
"Ha~ Okay. In fact, I almost want to sleep. It's just that I haven't heard your voice for a few days. I want to hear your voice, so I made this call."
"Well." Ikana said, "Three days to be exact, this is your next contact after three days."
"Forehead"
"Ha~ okay. I know you're busy." Ikana immediately said again:
"And we don't have any special relationship. It's pretty good to call once every three days."
This side of Texas,
Abel couldn't help but smile.
This Ikana started pua speech again, and wanted to concussion shoot herself again.
Fortunately, Abel knew from the very beginning that Ikana was not a "good woman" in the strict sense at all.
It just so happens that he is not a good man either, so if he is paired together, he will avoid harming others.
"I'm in Texas right now, in Houston." Abel said:
"I won't be back in New York in a few days, how about we meet then?"
"I'm very busy. YKM is in trouble now. My business plan has been submitted to Smith Capital. It has been three days and there is no response."
"but."
Ikana paused, "If it's you, I'll make time no matter how busy I am. So my answer is—no problem."
"Hahaha~"
Abel laughed again through the phone.
Then the two of them said something that was not nutritious, but had to be said.
If you want to know what these words are, then just find a girl to talk about love.
It's the kind of words that you would say when you haven't held hands yet, but you feel a little ambiguous.
Generally, this kind of dialogue, in the eyes of bystanders, is just boring.
About twenty minutes later, Abel hung up the phone.
He looked at his phone and was about to say in his heart—today's time management work is over.
But the phone ding-dong, and a clear voice rang.
is a message, that is, the sound of a text message.
Abel's mobile phone is specially used to contact girls.
Different from his usual business phone, only a few women know about this phone.
And his family.
Those who can send text messages at this time are naturally the only ones.
He opened the text message and found it was from Liv Tyler.
Liv: [My role in New Zealand is finished again, and I can rest for another half month. I've gone back to New York, and I've brought back Alwyn's clothes, the whole set. 】
Seeing this message, Abel was startled.
Then he remembered that "Alwyn" was Liv Tyler's name as the elf princess in the Lord of the Rings series of movies.
He just remembered, the last time he was with Liv Tyler.
I mentioned it by myself, I want to experience what it's like to be an elf princess.
Later, Liv went to New Zealand to film, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy was filmed consecutively.
The filming started in October 1999, and it is now coming to an end.
Most of Liv's scenes have been completed, but occasionally she needs to go over and take some reshoots.
She passed for a few days.
is apparently back now.
I thought that I could crush the elf princess who was unparalleled in the movie and had an explosive temperament under her body.
Even Abel, who had already experienced a lot, couldn't help getting a little excited at the moment.
After thinking about it, he didn't know how many days he would stay in Texas.
He simply sent a message: [Texas, Houston, I hope to see you tomorrow morning]
After typing, send.
Liv Tyler responded quickly, [No, you will not see Liv Tyler. But tomorrow, you will be able to meet Arwen, Princess of the Evening Star. 】
Seeing this reply, Abel couldn't help laughing.
This Liv Tyler must have inherited some aspect of her mother's IQ.
is also too knowledgeable and interesting.
Abel suddenly felt that it was really good to sign such a "long-term contract worker".
In the reply, he entered a mobile phone number.
Then enter [make this call. Come down from your apartment in half an hour. Someone will bring you here. 】
Liv Tyler, this time the reply was some letters that Abel couldn't understand.
Abel was wondering when he saw a new text message from Liv Tyler—
【In the text message just now, I used the text of the elves of Middle-earth. Translated into our language, it is: Master, I will listen to you all]
Well, Abe remembered.
As a masterpiece of grand epic narrative, it can be said to be one of the origins of Western fantasy culture.
Tolkien's Lord of the Rings constructed a magnificent, yet relatively rigorous, fantasy world.
Tolkien even made up many written languages for the many fantasy races in it.
Such as Quenya and Sindarin of the elves.
This Liv Tyler, Abel can only say - really good at playing!
But he loves it, cosplay.
Which man would not like it?
Chapter 117 Master, I will listen to you
This "gathering of old friends" in Alex's mouth.
Ended around ten thirty in the evening.
Herbert left.
Abel also helped his grandparents and left the restaurant slowly.
Go back to the middle of the convoy and sit behind the rear compartment.
Alex suddenly said, "Did you see anything?"
Abel: "???"
"Herbert is not a baseball fan."
“He doesn't even like any sports.”
"He doesn't even like golf. This is different from his son, who really likes baseball and golf." Alex said softly.
If Abel didn't know what Alex wanted to say just now.
Hearing what Alex was saying now, he immediately realized something.
"what do you mean?"
Through the rearview mirror, he looked at his grandfather, who had changed from the old urchin on the court just now.
Alex at this moment is calm and gentle, and the accumulation of time and time on him is clearly visible.
An old house where a treasure.
Abel thought in his heart.
"What do I mean?" Alex smiled silently:
"Obviously, Herbert came tonight with a purpose."
"Herbert is a man who has fought all his life."
"When he was studying, he fought with knowledge and the teacher. After joining the war, he fought with himself and those neon people."
"After returning to China, he competed with commercial enemies and confronted political enemies."
“He has been fighting all his life, fighting against the enemies he imagined. He never does boring things.”
“He almost never had hobbies.”
“He is a very boring person, and he has almost no private friends. His friends are all objects of his struggle or use”
"Such Herbert. He came to watch baseball tonight, and even came to us. Now. Do you understand?"
After listening to Grandpa's long words, Abel was silent for a while.
He drove the Cadillac Escalade, in the dark, looking at the taillights of the Toyota Sequoia driven by Edward ahead, and followed it.
It may be a few seconds, it may be tens of seconds, Abel in the driver's seat nodded.
"I see. You mean, he came for me?"
Alex said softly:
"It can be said that. But he may not come to you because of himself. He may represent some people, come to see your attitude, and come to see my attitude."
"Your attitude?" Abel asked in surprise.
"What do you mean?!" Alex's calm and tall image broke.
The appearance of the old urchin was revealed again.
"Although I am not as good as Herbert, I am not as good as many people. Most of the time, I am just a rich man in the country."
"But I live a long life, and I am generous! I dare not say it in other places, but in Texas and several southern states, many people believe in me!"
Alex blows his beard and stares—well, only the latter.
Because Alex doesn't like to grow a beard, or the men in the Smith family don't grow beards
may be genetic, including Abel and Alexander.
Grandfather, son, and grandson, except for the hair, the hair is not very strong.
If it is manifested inside, it is Bai Yulong.
On the outside, it is difficult to grow a good-looking beard.
Their beards are not long at all, but they are sparse and ugly, which affects the image.
This is very unusual in the hairy Anza ethnic group, probably because there is a trace of mixed blood in the blood.
The old man didn't have to blow his beard if he wanted to, so he could only stare.
"Hahaha~ okay. Grandpa, I apologize for what I just said."
Abel laughed:
"But please forgive me. Because I didn't expect my grandpa to be so powerful. I thought you, grandpa, are just like my old man. You only know how to feed cows, ride horses and shoot guns."
"You're still young." At this moment, Arya, who was smiling all the time and didn't speak much, said:
"You don't know many things. Son, my dear Abel. Your grandfather was also very powerful back then. It's just that his character prevented him from going too far."
Even my grandma, who has always been quiet and gentle, never said loud words or lies, said so.
Abel really believed.
Belief in my grandfather is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
"Okay. So Grandpa, who do you think Herbert is representing?" Abel asked.
"Who else could it be?" Alex, who calmed down and didn't deliberately mess with his grandson, looked like an old-school American Puritan.
"Why did you come back? Who are you coming back for? Well, that might be who Herbert represents."
"Understood." Abel said.
As far as the current situation is concerned, it may be the most successful political family in Texas.
Herbert and his son must be deeply involved with the Texas consortium.
Apart from other aspects, his son can become the governor.
Without the support of those people, it is absolutely impossible to succeed.
Now he is in Texas again, so if Herbert really came here with a purpose.
The most likely person to let him be the representative is the Texas Consortium.
"Then what do you think I should do next. Continue to wait and meet those people?" Abel asked again.
Unexpectedly, Alex shook his head and said softly:
"I don't know about that. It's just that Herbert obviously doesn't just want to watch a baseball game and then chat with my old friend. Herbert never does such boring things. "
Speaking of this, Alex paused, "If it were his son, it would be possible to do this."
"Forehead"
Abel could tell that Alex didn't think very highly of Herbert's son.
There may be a bit of an element of jealousy in it. .
"Okay. Since even you don't know. Then I can only use a proverb from Eastern Huaxia as my attitude towards what may happen next."
Abel translated this proverb into English—"Soldiers will block you, but water will cover you with soil."
"The soldiers came to attack, and the officers went to resist. The flood is coming, use soil to stop it?" Alex said softly:
“This ancient country is really scary, and its cultural heritage can't keep up with the USA.”
"Ha, who can say otherwise? The simplest thing is that the guys on Wall Street attach great importance to that country."
"Don't talk about others. You're a Wall Street guy now too."
"That's not what I said. Even if I'm begging for food on Wall Street, I'm still a Texan. The concepts are different and should not be confused!"
"hehe."
The grandfather and grandson, chatting like this, returned to their home in the Oak River community.
It was eleven o'clock when we got home, Alex and Arya looked a little tired. .
Both of them are old after all.
Even in Houston, there are the best medical conditions and material conditions to support.
But there is no way to violate the laws of nature, and it is impossible to regain the past in terms of energy.
Abel didn't bother his grandparents, he asked them to rest first. .
He took care of his own affairs by himself, and at about half past eleven, he lay down on the bed.
Before going to bed, he raised his watch to check the time.
Today is 2000, September 21, half past eleven, Thursday.
"Monday Ikana, Tuesday Annie, Wednesday Jessica, Thursday is Ikana time again."
Someone aspiring to be a time management guru murmurs to himself, his skilful flipper of contact numbers.
After finding the number he wanted, he dialed Ikana's mobile phone number.
Since that banquet, his "feeling" with Ikana has rapidly heated up.
From the previous phone calls, I could only chat with a few simple greetings.
It has developed to the present, and it is already possible to chat for half an hour or even longer like men and women in the ambiguous period.
The call got through quickly, and Ikana answered it very quickly.
It was almost a ring from Abel's side, and the other side was connected.
"Hi, Ikana. Good evening."
"Good evening, Abel."
Abel heard the sound of water coming from the phone, and he asked softly, "It sounds like you're taking a shower?"
Across the phone,
Manhattan, New York, the top floor of the Ted Lener Building at 40 Wall Street.
In Ikana's bedroom, in the bathroom with an area of more than 30 square meters.
She was lying on the bathtub, soaking her beautiful body in the bubble water.
Her hair is tangled up and covered with a towel, making it look like a hat.
She scrubbed her body gently with one hand, and held the phone in the other.
"Yes. I just came back from the company. I'm very tired today. I'm going to wash up, and then go to bed after some maintenance." She responded softly.
On the Texas side, Abel was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and laughing:
"Ha~ Okay. In fact, I almost want to sleep. It's just that I haven't heard your voice for a few days. I want to hear your voice, so I made this call."
"Well." Ikana said, "Three days to be exact, this is your next contact after three days."
"Forehead"
"Ha~ okay. I know you're busy." Ikana immediately said again:
"And we don't have any special relationship. It's pretty good to call once every three days."
This side of Texas,
Abel couldn't help but smile.
This Ikana started pua speech again, and wanted to concussion shoot herself again.
Fortunately, Abel knew from the very beginning that Ikana was not a "good woman" in the strict sense at all.
It just so happens that he is not a good man either, so if he is paired together, he will avoid harming others.
"I'm in Texas right now, in Houston." Abel said:
"I won't be back in New York in a few days, how about we meet then?"
"I'm very busy. YKM is in trouble now. My business plan has been submitted to Smith Capital. It has been three days and there is no response."
"but."
Ikana paused, "If it's you, I'll make time no matter how busy I am. So my answer is—no problem."
"Hahaha~"
Abel laughed again through the phone.
Then the two of them said something that was not nutritious, but had to be said.
If you want to know what these words are, then just find a girl to talk about love.
It's the kind of words that you would say when you haven't held hands yet, but you feel a little ambiguous.
Generally, this kind of dialogue, in the eyes of bystanders, is just boring.
About twenty minutes later, Abel hung up the phone.
He looked at his phone and was about to say in his heart—today's time management work is over.
But the phone ding-dong, and a clear voice rang.
is a message, that is, the sound of a text message.
Abel's mobile phone is specially used to contact girls.
Different from his usual business phone, only a few women know about this phone.
And his family.
Those who can send text messages at this time are naturally the only ones.
He opened the text message and found it was from Liv Tyler.
Liv: [My role in New Zealand is finished again, and I can rest for another half month. I've gone back to New York, and I've brought back Alwyn's clothes, the whole set. 】
Seeing this message, Abel was startled.
Then he remembered that "Alwyn" was Liv Tyler's name as the elf princess in the Lord of the Rings series of movies.
He just remembered, the last time he was with Liv Tyler.
I mentioned it by myself, I want to experience what it's like to be an elf princess.
Later, Liv went to New Zealand to film, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy was filmed consecutively.
The filming started in October 1999, and it is now coming to an end.
Most of Liv's scenes have been completed, but occasionally she needs to go over and take some reshoots.
She passed for a few days.
is apparently back now.
I thought that I could crush the elf princess who was unparalleled in the movie and had an explosive temperament under her body.
Even Abel, who had already experienced a lot, couldn't help getting a little excited at the moment.
After thinking about it, he didn't know how many days he would stay in Texas.
He simply sent a message: [Texas, Houston, I hope to see you tomorrow morning]
After typing, send.
Liv Tyler responded quickly, [No, you will not see Liv Tyler. But tomorrow, you will be able to meet Arwen, Princess of the Evening Star. 】
Seeing this reply, Abel couldn't help laughing.
This Liv Tyler must have inherited some aspect of her mother's IQ.
is also too knowledgeable and interesting.
Abel suddenly felt that it was really good to sign such a "long-term contract worker".
In the reply, he entered a mobile phone number.
Then enter [make this call. Come down from your apartment in half an hour. Someone will bring you here. 】
Liv Tyler, this time the reply was some letters that Abel couldn't understand.
Abel was wondering when he saw a new text message from Liv Tyler—
【In the text message just now, I used the text of the elves of Middle-earth. Translated into our language, it is: Master, I will listen to you all]
Well, Abe remembered.
As a masterpiece of grand epic narrative, it can be said to be one of the origins of Western fantasy culture.
Tolkien's Lord of the Rings constructed a magnificent, yet relatively rigorous, fantasy world.
Tolkien even made up many written languages for the many fantasy races in it.
Such as Quenya and Sindarin of the elves.
This Liv Tyler, Abel can only say - really good at playing!
But he loves it, cosplay.
Which man would not like it?
