After the meal, Floyd Hart drove the old Buick van with Uriel Arellano, Grey Petty, and Winter, four of them left for the old house in Haidian where they all lived now. The beds and blankets were ready-made there, complete with pots and bowls.
The four of them cherished this hard-won job very much. A basic monthly salary of fifteen thousand yuan, they cooked at home themselves, but Yusuf Zuck was responsible for providing rice, flour, and cooking oil. As for housing, there was no need to mention it—this was a newly purchased house by Zuck, costing more than four million yuan.
There was also a car provided. As long as they were on the job, they could drive out without worrying about gas money. So this month, they could basically save up to fifteen thousand yuan.
And this fifteen thousand yuan of pure income was probably more than what many white-collar workers made, right?
"What kind of car do you guys like?" Yusuf Zuck was driving with Samuel Ross, Dream Morrow, and Marco Schmidt three. He had been talking about buying a car but hadn’t found the time to do it, so now that the Buick was given to Floyd Hart and the others, Ross’s trio was left without a car.
"I actually have my eyes on a Land Cruiser," Samuel Ross said with a smile.
"What about you, Marco? And Dream, you two also tell me," Yusuf Zuck said, looking at them through the rearview mirror.
"I’ll just take your Range Rover, not a new one, I want this one," Dream Morrow said vigorously, patting the seat, looking very excited.
"Why do you just want mine?" Yusuf Zuck asked, confused.
Dream Morrow explained, "A new car needs a few thousand kilometers of breaking in. This car is already broken in, it’s just like going on a long trip, so you can just start driving it when you get it without worrying about this and that."
"And you, Marco?" Yusuf Zuck looked at Benedict Cooke.
"I want to buy an Audi A6. I prefer sedans. It doesn’t have to be too expensive, just a few hundred thousand will do!"
"Why just a few hundred thousand?" Yusuf Zuck asked curiously.
"No use for something too expensive, besides, what kind of build do I have? I shouldn’t waste money just because I suddenly got rich."
"Despising you!" Samuel Ross and Dream Morrow rolled their eyes simultaneously. Marco’s words implied that they were the nouveau riche who squandered money.
In fact, Yusuf Zuck did the same, but Marco’s rough words carried a solid point. Having money, they splurged without restraint, which wasn’t proper behavior.
"Hmm, what about houses? Have you looked at any?" After discussing cars and having an idea in mind, Yusuf Zuck didn’t pursue the conversation further. Instead, he brought up houses.
"About houses, we’ve discussed it and decided to buy in the high-rise section of the villa complex where you live. That way, we’re close to you, and high-rises there aren’t expensive."
"Alright, then that’s settled. We’ll buy the car tomorrow, then you guys go look at houses. Once you’ve found the right house, I’ll take you to buy it. You’ll definitely get a big discount, but I don’t know how Fatty Ma is doing in Australia, though." Yusuf Zuck remembered Maurice Singleton; the Jade Garden where he lived was developed by Singleton, so if he took them to buy a house, they would surely get a good deal.
"Also, how are things in Fengdu?" Yusuf Zuck suddenly changed the subject.
As soon as Fengdu was mentioned, Marco Schmidt and Dream Morrow straightened up, having been involved in that matter as well; Samuel Ross couldn’t handle it alone.
"For now, I let Disciple look into it, but I haven’t told him what it’s about. However, we have a good idea of Albert Wilcox’s whereabouts these past few days. We’re just missing two people," Samuel Ross reflected. "One is a young and beautiful woman, and the other must be a man with the air of a big boss. Although we have some money now, we can’t really pull off the big boss look." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovelHub(.)net
"Hmm, tell me about your plan," Yusuf Zuck nodded.
"The plan we discussed was to find a young and beautiful woman to get close to him, then take the opportunity to take his picture, catch him in the act, and also, this beautiful woman must really get involved with him, and then through her, introduce him to big boss Albert Wilcox, after which we lure him into gambling and the like."
"As for timing, so long as we have the person, about a month, and Albert Wilcox will fall completely into our trap. But it’s not easy to find the right person, someone we can trust, and who won’t betray us afterwards, so it’s really tricky!"
After listening to Samuel Ross, Yusuf Zuck fell into deep thought. Indeed, it was tricky, the aftermath would leave a hangover, no matter who they chose, the hangover would be in the hands of others afterward.
There were trustworthy women, like the little nurse Paisley Kirk, who was trustworthy, but when it came down to it, how could Yusuf Zuck possibly let her sleep with Albert Wilcox?
It would be easier to find men; if worst comes to worst, they could bring Maurice Singleton from Mexico to act in a play.
"The key is the woman!" Yusuf Zuck took a deep breath.
"Don’t you have a candidate? That flight attendant from last time, the Mongolian girl, how about her?" Samuel Ross asked in return.
"No way, Ainsley McCann is a respectable girl, I can’t do that to her," Yusuf Zuck immediately shook his head in refusal.
"Then use the trump card, let the little nurse take the stage. Little Paisley’s lethality to Albert Wilcox is definitely 120 percent. Wilcox will surely be smitten when he sees her. We can just alter the plan later, if necessary, and avoid going to bed!" Samuel Ross suggested.
"No, we can’t take such risks or joke about this. Not going to bed, not taking advantage of her in other ways either," Yusuf Zuck refused again. Paisley Kirk was so lovely, such a naive little girl; if she were made to do this sort of thing, it would be torture and desecration for her!
"Got it, I’ve thought of someone who might be up to the task!" Suddenly, Yusuf Zuck, pondering the women he knew, abruptly thought of Everest Zuck’s petite secretary and his own disciple, Miss Faye Webb.
Faye Webb’s lethality was also enormous, and Everest Zuck had said that no one could match her in the joys of the bedroom—not to say she was experienced, but rather it was about her constitution.
"That woman has got looks, a figure, and skills, so even if she approaches Albert Wilcox, she might not necessarily be at a disadvantage. That woman shouldn’t be measured by ordinary standards." When Yusuf Zuck thought of this, he immediately took out his cellphone and called Everest Zuck.
Everest Zuck had returned even before him, by plane, and had invited him over for dinner today, but Yusuf Zuck had declined and rescheduled for tomorrow.
"Have you finished dinner?" As soon as the call went through, Everest Zuck greeted with a chuckle.
"Are you at home? Is Faye there too?" Yusuf Zuck asked directly.
"Yeah, she’s in another study, reading. What, you’ve taken a real interest in her? Don’t worry, when you come over tomorrow, just take her away, and I guarantee she’ll be compliant."
"I’m coming over in a bit to talk to you. Help me think of something, strategize a bit," Yusuf Zuck said with a laugh on the phone.
"Alright, then come on over, I’ll wait for you!" Everest Zuck immediately hung up.
"You guys take a cab home. I’m going to Master Zuck’s place to get some more advice. His mind is like Connor Jacobs’s—better than the four of us fools together!" Yusuf Zuck didn’t stand on ceremony; he pulled the car over to the side of the road and told the other three to take a cab back.
"You go ahead. It’s starting to snow a little; drive slow. We’ll go back later, take a stroll on the streets!" Samuel Ross and the two others waved to Yusuf Zuck and then walked forward, seemingly wanting to enjoy the snowy scenery and the nightlife of the capital.