"That man is..." Dawnen mumbled while stuffing a pastry into her mouth.
"Yes, he's the same as the photo I saw in the newspaper." Roland nodded slightly. He had done his homework before coming here and had a basic understanding of the Clover Group. It was Garde, a member of the board of directors of the Clover Group and the president of the construction department. He ranked fifth in the family and was also Garcia's "father".
He had thought that he would see Wimbledon III, but it turned out that Zero did not devour the poor king of Graycastle. At the same time, he also confirmed that the residents in the Soul Building had been completely accepted by the Dream World and formed a self-consistent set of memories and interpersonal relationships. As for whether Garcia or Garde came first, whether the Clover Group was created based on Garcia's existence, or whether Garcia was randomly selected into the Clover Group's network, it was impossible to know. If he did not have all the memories of the other world, he would probably treat everything here as real.
Although the Dream World was evolving in a direction that he did not understand, at least the foundation of the world was still based on his memories. Therefore, there was a sense of disharmony everywhere. This, on the contrary, made Roland feel a little relieved. The elements that had been forcibly pieced together were constantly reminding him that he was in a dream.
For example, Garcia's surname was Wimbledon, but in this world, her surname was Garde. Such small changes could be seen everywhere. If Cobb in the movie Inception needed a personal item as a totem to distinguish whether the world he was in was a dream or not, Garde would not be so confused.
Garde's speech was nothing more than to thank the martialists for their attendance and support. In the end, he also mentioned his daughter, who had severed ties with him. As Garcia had guessed, Garde's tone was full of regret for his daughter's absence, and he expressed his willingness to have a talk with her at any time.
There was another round of applause from the audience, and the cameras in the reporters' hands flashed at the perfect time.
Only Roland sneered inwardly.
After all, as long as he gave up the renovation plan of the apartment or gave her sufficient compensation, Garcia would not have made a fuss with him.
After the speech, it was time for a toast.
Roland had been waiting for this moment.
"Let's go. We'll come back later." He gestured to the witch, picked up a glass of champagne, and walked toward Garde.
…
"Mr. He, thank you for coming tonight. I'll need your support for the green space project in the future."
"You're flattering me. We've been working together for so long. Why are you still being so polite?"
"Miss Yuhan, are you satisfied with the new dojo built by Three Leaves in the Southern District?"
"I've never been there."
"Ah … Haha, you will definitely be able to stand on it this year."
When Garde walked out of the noisy crowd after toasting the guests in the front row, Roland stepped in front of him and blocked his way.
"You are …" The other party was visibly taken aback.
"Roland, Garcia's representative," he answered straightforwardly.
"Oh, it's you. Nice to meet you." Garde's expression quickly returned to normal. He turned around and picked up a glass of wine from the waiter. "Those who can awaken the Force of Nature are all born lucky. I really envy you young and promising people."
Roland clinked glasses with him but did not drink the champagne. "I have something to talk to you in private."
Roland's words were somewhat rude. In terms of age, Roland was obviously an elder, and in terms of social status, a director of a large corporation was not much lower than a celebrity martial artist, not to mention a newcomer like Roland who had just entered the industry.
Garde could not help but frown. "Sorry, I have other guests to entertain..."
"Garcia asked me to come to you. Don't you want to know how your daughter is doing?" Roland raised his voice slightly.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that some reporters had noticed what was going on.
He knew that Garde would definitely agree.
Otherwise, he would not be able to maintain his image of "caring about his daughter".
"All right." Garde chose to give in. "If it's not too long."
"Of course, it won't take you long." Roland smiled.
There was such a private VIP room in the banquet hall. After the attendants left, only Garde, his secretary, and Roland were left in the room.
"Is it okay to keep him here?" Roland glanced at the old secretary. "What I'm about to say involves your interests."
"Of course. He's a member of my family and has been with me for decades," Garde said in a low voice. Garde said in a deep voice, "But you, are you sure you want to talk to these three beautiful... little girls? This is not an amusement park. "
Now that there was no need to pretend, the secretary looked obviously impatient, and his tone was no longer as polite as before.
"I see," Roland thought. Considering that he had the Force of Nature, the secretary would definitely be on guard. Although the man was old, judging from his movements and standing position, he was most likely an Awakened as well.
"Because what I want to talk about is about these three girls..." Roland shrugged. "To make a long story short, it's a deal. They're unregistered residents, and I need you to register them as legal residents and arrange for them to study in a good high school."
After a moment of silence, Garde said, "Is this what you want to talk to me about?"
If Roland was an ordinary person, his first reaction would be, "Are you f * cking kidding me?" His second reaction would be to turn hostile and leave. The fact that he could still control his temper showed that he was a good businessman.
"That's right," Roland said confidently. "It shouldn't be a problem for the Clover Group."
"You said it's a deal. What can you give me in return? Do you want me to stand up against Garcia, or do you want her to give up fighting against the group and give up the tube-shaped building for the new project? "
"I'm her friend. How could I do such a thing?"
In fact, after discovering the secret of the memory fragments, the tube-shaped building had become the object that Roland was determined to protect. Any construction team that wanted to demolish the building would have to face the attacks of 300 Taquila witches. For example, it was a piece of cake for them to tear down the tracks of an excavator overnight, or to make the construction site haunted.
"Oh... friends?" Garde sneered. "Then we have nothing to talk about."
"Not necessarily." Roland took out the hunting license from his pocket and waved it in front of Garde.
"This is..." Garde's expression changed instantly. He quickly turned to look at the old secretary.
The secretary stared at the license for a long time and nodded slowly. "It's real."
"How did you get this..."
"That's a secret of the Association. You have no right to know," Roland interrupted Garde. After all, even he did not know how the Association carried out the application, verification, and issuance of the license. "You just need to understand what it means."
Garde stared at him for a long time. He took out a cigar from his pocket and seemed to want to smoke it. After fiddling with it for a long time, he finally put it away. "It seems that my daughter has met someone extraordinary... But Mr. Roland, the Martialist Association is a law-abiding organization..."
"Do you think I'm threatening you?" Roland sighed deliberately. "As I said before, this is a deal."
"Then what you mean is..."
"There will always be some indescribable obstacles when it comes to business. It's easier to deal with those in the open, but it's not so easy to deal with those in the dark. Am I right? "Roland held up a finger." A chance to solve the problem. That's the price I'm offering. But not just anyone. First, the target must be the criminal. Second, the target must not be in the open. Finally, the target must be a threat to you. I have a way to verify the above three points, so don't take any chances. In this way, the Association will not care too much about this matter. Of course, it's best if the higher-ups know nothing about it. "
To put it simply, it was a gangster leader.
Such a person usually had a large number of subordinate gangs under his control. Normally, it would take a long time to collect evidence, set up an ambush, arrest, and trial, during which the company might suffer a huge loss. It would be much easier to solve the problem by violence. Judging from the look in Garde's eyes, Roland knew that he must have encountered several similar cases.
Garde hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Roland, if you're serious, then the value of the three accounts is not equal."
Roland could not help but chuckle. Garcia was right. "Don't worry, my father is not an unreasonable person. When it comes to business, especially transactions, the only thing he cares about is his own interests. Now, he knew when to advance and when to retreat.
"You can take it as a deposit to reach an agreement. The three people with me are just the first batch. There should be about 300 people in total. "
"300... illegal accounts?" Garde said hesitantly. "The police will definitely notice..."
"Take your time. I don't want you to complete it in a short time. One year, two years... or even several years won't be a problem. After all, this agreement is valid for a long time." According to Celine, not everyone could concentrate on studying. For people like Elena and Phyllis, it would be better for them to follow him to rob Fallen Evils to earn a living.
"In that case... I might be able to do it."
"Then let's have a pleasant cooperation."
After the old secretary took photos of the witches, the deal was sealed. Although it would not write down any written contract, Roland knew that it would not easily break its promise.
When he was about to leave the room with the three witches, Garde suddenly stopped him. "Wait... wait..."
"Anything else?" Roland turned around.
"How's my daughter, Garcia... doing?" Garde hesitated for a moment before he asked, "I've called her many times, but she didn't answer …"
"Don't worry, she's having a good time," Roland replied.
...
Looking at the closed door, Garde finally lit a cigar. After a long while, he asked in a low voice, "Is this man really just an ordinary person?"
"I have the same feeling." The silent secretary nodded. "That kind of high and mighty attitude doesn't seem to be faked."
Ordinary people usually showed timidity, flattery, arrogance, and pretended to be tough in front of him. This was caused by the gap in age, wealth, and social status. The Force of Nature could not change a person's temperament, especially for a newly awakened person like Roland.
However, Garde did not see any discomfort in Roland. Instead, Roland looked natural, relaxed, and looked down on him as if he had been in this situation countless times.
But how could this be possible? Garde was about the same age as Garcia, in his twenties!
For the first time, Garde found that he could not see through a person at all.
...
"You shouldn't have made such a deal," Saint Miran muttered after leaving the cubicle. After leaving the cubicle, Saint Miran muttered, "You are the king of two worlds. The way he looked at you was too rude."
"If Lady Alethea was here, she would have put her sword to his neck," Dodo echoed.
"Since he's the king, he should do whatever he wants," Dawnen objected. Dawnen objected. "Just like Lady Alice, she doesn't care about other people's opinions."
Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry when he heard these words coming out of the mouth of the "little girl", who looked so different from him. "Well, it's because my minister can't enter the Dream World. And as I said, don't call me Your Majesty. "
"Yes, Brother Roland," the three witches immediately corrected themselves.
"By the way, are we going back now?" Dawnen looked at the buffet at the back of the hall and unconsciously licked her lips.
"The banquet will probably last until late at night, but it's not good to keep the other witches waiting for too long." Roland looked up at the darkening sky with amusement. "Let's eat for half an hour and leave at eight o'clock sharp."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The three witches looked at each other and excitedly ran to the table.
"They really look like underage children," Roland could not help sighing in his heart. He followed them slowly and picked up the glass of champagne that he had not touched. When he was about to drink it, he remembered that he had driven here, so he had no choice but to put it down reluctantly.
Just as he raised it up and put it down, the pale golden champagne suddenly changed.
A bright red undercurrent appeared out of thin air, like ink dripping into a glass, spreading out in circles along the swirling wine — but it did not dye the champagne the same red color, instead, it gradually condensed into a line of distorted text, appearing extremely abrupt and strange!
"Don't forget... our agreement." "
It was a short sentence, but it made Roland break out in a cold sweat.
He subconsciously wanted to throw the glass away, but he forcibly suppressed his impulse the moment the glass left his hand.
He pulled it back so hard that it even cracked the leg of the glass!
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