Xiao Ba deliberately slowed down to pour tea and serve the desserts for Luke.
That was what Luke and Xiao Ba had agreed on in the car.
It was not that he was deliberately torturing Xiao Ba, it was just that he wanted to highlight Big Boss Bell's ability with money. It was necessary to put on this "rich and arrogant" image.
Just because the prison guards were police officers, they didn't have to be pretentious. American prisons were profit-making entities.
Not to mention the salary, the prison guards' working environment was also dependent on profit.
So, Luke asked Xiao Ba to serve as a waiter.
The captain didn't dare say anything. He quietly stepped back. There was no hatred or jealousy in his eyes at all, only admiration — this was what a top rich man looked like!
The tea set was pure white with a gold pattern, but it was obviously of a different style.
After the orange tea was poured into the teapot, coupled with the rich fragrance of the tea, the captain felt that it was elegant, and subconsciously breathed lightly.
He then subconsciously glanced at the Italian coffee machine on the other side of the wall, and found that it didn't smell good anymore.
The desserts on the three-tier shelf weren't even squashed, and still maintained their exquisite and beautiful appearance.
Judging from this style, Mr. Bell's ancestors must have had some British noble blood, right?
Well … the waiter was a little shabby.
He didn't even have a suit, not to mention a tuxedo and white gloves. It was just a set of clean, ordinary work clothes.
While the captain loved the rich, he didn't dislike the poor.
After all, Xiao Ba's clothes weren't as stylish as the ones sold in a supermarket, and were more luxurious than what the captain usually wore.
But that was just a minor flaw. The real focus was still Luke.
At that moment, in the captain's eyes, Luke's figure was similar to Xiao Ba's Lord Wei — the same "golden" light and the same tinkling sound.
Luke unhurriedly mixed the black tea, took a sip, and ate the desserts.
This time, his eating speed was gentlemanly. Everything was for the sake of style.
Five minutes later, after finishing the desserts unhurriedly, he raised his hand and crooked his finger.
The captain, who had almost retreated to a corner, was finally relieved and cautiously stepped forward. "Mr. Bell, what can I do for you?"
Luke nodded slightly. "This reception room is fine. You've passed."
The captain immediately heaved a sigh of relief. Thank God, I've finally dealt with this rich man!
The prison hadn't spent a single cent on this so-called private guest room. Luke had donated all of it, and he had appointed an engineering team to renovate it.
But Luke also said that, depending on how seriously the prison was "working," he would donate up to two million dollars to improve the prison guards' living quarters.
Luke deliberately broke the news in front of the regular prison guards while he was resting.
If anyone messed up such a good thing that affected the quality of everyone's daily life, the warden might be in trouble.
After all, this was not targeting a single person, but harming the interests of all prison guards.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing Luke was asking for. However, by renovating the prison in ten minutes, he was testing the prison guards' obedience.
For this reason, he even asked the renovation team to find some trouble, and the prison guards tactfully resolved it peacefully.
However, the prison guards were still worried that the rich old man would feel unhappy and withdraw his investment.
The reception room alone cost more than 200,000 yuan, and the effect after completion made the warden want to move his office here. If the promised "two million renovation" was realized, how much better would the prison guards' lives be?
In any case, it would still be better than renovating an antique pigsty!
The warden should have been the one to receive such a great benefit, but Luke didn't want to waste time with someone who needed to maintain the dignity of the higher-ups, so he chose a veteran captain as his mouthpiece.
There was room for negotiation between the two parties who hadn't met face to face, so Luke didn't need to waste his breath.
Ignoring the captain's expression, Luke finally got to the point. "How has Mr. Henry Allen been these days?"
The captain looked like he was assuring his leader. "After your last inspection, we immediately upgraded Mr. Allen and found a psychiatrist to comfort him. He's currently in a stable mood."
Luke said, "Then invite him in."
The captain immediately went to the reception room and had his subordinates invite him in.
A few minutes later, Henry Allen, Jr.'s father, entered the reception room.
The captain didn't plan to come in at the door, but Luke waved his hand. "Come in. It's necessary to abide by the rules."
Even if he and the captain didn't take it seriously, it wouldn't be good if Jr.'s father and son misunderstood this as a "power-for-money deal."
Since the big money had spoken, the captain didn't hesitate at all. He automatically shrank into a corner as if he were invisible.
On the other side, Jr.'s meeting with his father, Henry, didn't involve crying.
Henry didn't seem too concerned about his future, but was very excited about the CSI external consultant contract that Jr.'s showed him. "Is … is this true?"
Jr.'s head nodded vigorously.
Henry asked, "It's a serious job, right?"
Jr.'s said, "I guarantee it is."
A relieved smile appeared on Henry's face. He slowly sat down on a chair next to him and murmured, "That's good. That's great. You can finally live a normal life."
The captain of the invisible men didn't react at all to this affectionate scene. How could a person who was too emotional be a prison guard?
Luke, on the other hand, was a little touched.
It wasn't just because of the interaction between father and son, but also because Henry was yellow and neutral on the system panel.
Clearly, Henry hadn't killed Jr.'s mother. It was impossible for him to have done it himself or planned it.
Even so, Henry hadn't become a bad person after being wrongly imprisoned for more than ten years. Instead, he was afraid that he would delay his son's life.
Jr., on the other hand, had always wanted to clear his father's name.
Luke was a little touched by the bond between family members.
However, he quickly calmed down.
Since he had personally confirmed that Henry wasn't a bad person, he had to be clean and tidy when he got out.
Dragging things out didn't have much of an impact on Jr.
Thus, ignoring the father and son who were talking on the other side of the reception room, Luke took out his phone and checked the information on Henry's wife-killing case.
An hour later, after Henry personally thanked Luke, he was politely escorted back to the "first-class cabin" in the prison.
Neither Jr.'s father had any qualms about that.
That was the rule in American prisons.
As long as you had the money, you could upgrade your cabin from a room with several people to a single room or even a suite.
Some private prisons would even provide star-level hotel services, charging fees according to the level of service, and buying and selling were absolutely legal.
As long as you had enough money, life in prison wasn't as painful as imagined. The reason for the pain was that you didn't have enough money or didn't have enough money.
The captain followed them and escorted them out of the prison.
What was different from before was that his attitude toward Xiao Ba was clearly friendlier, and he was even more respectful toward Luke.
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