Chapter 55 Peter and the Christmas Promise
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John is now in line with what he envisioned his vacation to be.
Both companies start different tours in New York every day.
The Queen.
John holds a croissant in his hand, bought from Brooklyn.
He was eating bread and holding a glass of milk in his hand.
He looks like a young aristocrat enjoying afternoon tea on the streets of Paris.
Hammer Industries is located in Queens, and John's extreme enjoyment behavior made the management very confused.
Yuri Orlov, who was only a few late nights away from being bald, walked over, with no less than five bodyguards following him.
There are also professional security personnel who look like passersby around.
On one trip, Olof was accompanied by more than a dozen people.
These people are die-hard loyalists who would die for him, and they spend a lot of money to support these people every year.
The so-called big price is not just a salary, but also the arrangement of everything for these bodyguards, from residence to family, children's schooling, and parents' medical insurance.
Everything is arranged properly, so that people can do things for him regardless of the cost.
As someone who hunted for blood diamonds in Africa and had a warlord put a weapon on his forehead, he understands that everyone in this world is fair because he only lives once.
"You gave away 2000 million gold without saying a word." Orlov came to stand next to John. He subconsciously took out a cigarette, looked at John and put the cigarette back, complaining, "You spend more money than you." Father needs to be more generous.”
John put the last croissant into his mouth, took a sip of milk and said lightly: "That's a windfall, Olof."
"That's gold," Orlov said with pain, "I would rather give you 2000 million US dollars."
How can a hard currency like gold not make arms dealers feel distressed.
All currencies are given their value by the country behind them, but gold is different. As a rare metal, it is a strategic item for each country.
Many electronic product raw materials require gold for assembly.
No one can have enough of this.
"You have something more precious than gold." John raised his hand and took out a purple crystal, raising his eyebrows and said, "Energy is more precious than gold."
"God, could you not take out this thing so blatantly?" Orlov nervously put the crystal into his pocket quickly and whispered, "I can't let Stark Industries know the trump card."
"He already knew."
"What?" Olof raised his forehead helplessly, "My John, you can't always be so honest."
"Sometimes lies can make your life more pleasant. Come on, give it to me. How many more are there?"
After saying this, Olof eagerly wanted to search John's pockets.
John slapped Olof's hand away, put the cup into the hand of the bodyguard on the side, and said casually: "Tell me your news, you won't forget the exchange of equal value, will you, Olof?"
Upon hearing this, Olof looked around and said, "You should know who you are dealing with, kid."
"That guy is not easy to mess with," Orlov invited John to his car. "That guy is called Kingpin. He is a businessman on the surface, but in fact he manages the underground forces in Hell's Kitchen."
"Yes, you heard it right," Orlov poured a glass of champagne as he got into the stretched Lincoln car. There were bodyguards standing around the car. "That guy controls Hell's Kitchen, and even the hotel system can't interfere too much." .”
"When your father summoned the twelve forces of the High Table, that guy was not on it. Later, he didn't know how to operate and took the position that belonged to New York."
Passing the champagne to John, Olof hesitated, "Are you really an adult? Forgive me, your face is younger than when my brother was in high school."
John took the champagne, "It seems his ambition is not hard to see."
"Of course, the guy wants to dominate New York," Orloff said. "I doubt the guy wants to run for mayor."
"With your father coming to New York, the Kingpin became active and wanted to replace your father."
Orlov poured himself another glass, took a sip of champagne, shrugged and said, "Obviously he underestimated your father."
"Your father has to maintain the balance of this high table. He can't let one foot be too short or too long." Orlov said, "Balance and order are what your father can make the government acquiesce in the hotel." The reason the system exists.”
After speaking, Olof stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the thing."
"That's it?" John looked at Orlov in surprise, "You just want to give me an introduction?"
"Otherwise?" Orlov was also confused. "If there was evidence that could bring down that guy, I would have killed Kingpin long ago."
"It makes some sense, but not much." John took out a bag and handed it to Olof, which was full of purple crystals.
That is the original form of the magic crystal, and this bag is enough for the reactor experiment.
Orlov opened the bag and took a look, smiling from ear to ear.
"I don't have much involvement in the hotel system," Olof finally advised John, "but it's not just Kingpin who covets your father's position at the High Table."
John nodded and got out of the car.
Hand the champagne to the previous bodyguard and get your own glass back.
He looked at the Asian face of the bodyguard and asked in surprise: "What's your name?"
"Danny." The man's face was stern, giving John a sense of familiarity.
Orlov said: "This is Danny, a fighter I recruited from an underground fighting ring. Even though he is not tall, he is the most powerful among my bodyguards."
"Before he met me, he was raised like a dog."
Danny was expressionless and didn't care that Orlov said he had been treated like a dog before.
Or maybe it's because of the environment in which he grew up that he didn't have much room to vent his emotions.
John touched his chin. This man looked a bit like a kung fu superstar in his previous life.
...
Queens is the largest borough in New York and borders Brooklyn.
John strolled through the streets, which were not as luxurious as those in Manhattan.
But just like the difference between rich and poor people everywhere, there are also rich people driving luxury cars here.
John strolled down the street with a camera in his hand.
But his camera is a bit special, it's a camera from the magical world.
He clicked the shutter on the fallen tree and stood there quietly, admiring the scenery.
"Mei, look!"
"Peter, don't fall."
A familiar voice reached his ears, and John turned his head to look.
A familiar pair came into view.
Little Peter also spotted an acquaintance, running over with the leaves he had just caught in his hand and a trophy in the other.
"It's you, John!"
"Maybe you can be polite and call me Mr. Wick." John flicked his finger on little Peter's forehead, leaving a red mark on it.
"Hey!" Little Peter held his forehead, and John noticed his trophy.
"Youth Science and Technology Award?" He asked unexpectedly, "So you are still a future Einstein?"
Mei walked over with a smile, "Don't praise him like that, he will be proud."
Looking at John, May asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"
"Just take a stroll," John pointed at the camera, "and take some souvenirs."
"This is nothing to remember." Mei smiled and waved her hand.
In her opinion, these are ordinary things.
It's like she has been here for so many years and nothing has changed much.
"Not necessarily." John said easily, "There are unpredictable circumstances. Maybe one day, these things that are taken for granted will be missed."
"You make sense," Mei said with a wink, "How about you leave me a photo, maybe I will miss it in the future?"
"Okay, but remember, wait..."
"Exchange of equal value," Mei took over with a smile, "Can that meal be used as an exchange of equal value?"
"Let me think about it." John thought for three seconds, "Deal."
He picked up the camera and pushed Little Peter over, "Let me think about it, say eggplant?"
"eggplant."
The two people stood next to the busy street. The trees dropped leaves, and one of them fell on little Peter's head, with a bright smile.
It's August.
This is a good time to visit Southeast Asian cuisine restaurants.
In the Thai restaurant, Peter drank Tom Yum soup, which made him feel addicted.
"I don't know if it will suit your taste," Mei said. "There are many allergic people in the United States who can't stand Thai food."
"Fortunately, I don't have these concerns."
John picked up a piece of spring roll and wondered whether it belonged to Thai cuisine.
"Are you from London?" May was very curious about John. They saved little Peter last time. "Are there many people like you there?"
She meant wizards.
It was also her first time seeing a wizard.
"There are people like me all over the world," John chuckled. "Maybe your neighbors or classmates are."
"I know it's Ned," said little Peter. "His grandma said there is a hereditary talent in their family."
Little Peter said distressedly: "But I have never seen him use magic."
"Maybe it's possible." John did not deny the child's fantasy, but said with a smile, "Maybe he will receive a letter from an owl one day."
"what is that?"
"The admission notice to the magic school." John put the spring rolls into the bowl to see what was inside. "I used to be an owl delivering letters."
"I will definitely ask him next time!"
Peter also imagined in his mind what an owl would look like delivering a message.
May watched lovingly as the two interacted.
These two people really look like father and son.
Well, appearance has nothing to do with it.
After finishing their meal, they walked out and bumped into a fat old man walking past holding red clothes to sell in the store.
"It's Santa Claus," Peter blurted out.
Christmas is still more than three months away, but some have already begun preparations.
John said fondly: "I don't know if I can celebrate the holidays with my family this year."
"You can come to my house and make an appointment with Mr. Wick." Peter said excitedly, "I can show you the Lego I built."
"Maybe I will go over then," John glanced at May and showed no objection. He extended his hand to Peter, "When I go, I will bring you a Christmas gift, Peter."
It seemed that Peter liked this magical Mr. Magic very much and happily held John's hand.
May also extended an invitation to John, "We're serious, John."
"Well, it seems you are very interested in my Christmas gift." John smiled, "I will come over."
He said goodbye to the two of them and looked sideways across the street.
An Asian man smiled at him.
John met his eyes.
"Hello, my name is Wen Wu."
...
Both companies start different tours in New York every day.
The Queen.
John holds a croissant in his hand, bought from Brooklyn.
He was eating bread and holding a glass of milk in his hand.
He looks like a young aristocrat enjoying afternoon tea on the streets of Paris.
Hammer Industries is located in Queens, and John's extreme enjoyment behavior made the management very confused.
Yuri Orlov, who was only a few late nights away from being bald, walked over, with no less than five bodyguards following him.
There are also professional security personnel who look like passersby around.
On one trip, Olof was accompanied by more than a dozen people.
These people are die-hard loyalists who would die for him, and they spend a lot of money to support these people every year.
The so-called big price is not just a salary, but also the arrangement of everything for these bodyguards, from residence to family, children's schooling, and parents' medical insurance.
Everything is arranged properly, so that people can do things for him regardless of the cost.
As someone who hunted for blood diamonds in Africa and had a warlord put a weapon on his forehead, he understands that everyone in this world is fair because he only lives once.
"You gave away 2000 million gold without saying a word." Orlov came to stand next to John. He subconsciously took out a cigarette, looked at John and put the cigarette back, complaining, "You spend more money than you." Father needs to be more generous.”
John put the last croissant into his mouth, took a sip of milk and said lightly: "That's a windfall, Olof."
"That's gold," Orlov said with pain, "I would rather give you 2000 million US dollars."
How can a hard currency like gold not make arms dealers feel distressed.
All currencies are given their value by the country behind them, but gold is different. As a rare metal, it is a strategic item for each country.
Many electronic product raw materials require gold for assembly.
No one can have enough of this.
"You have something more precious than gold." John raised his hand and took out a purple crystal, raising his eyebrows and said, "Energy is more precious than gold."
"God, could you not take out this thing so blatantly?" Orlov nervously put the crystal into his pocket quickly and whispered, "I can't let Stark Industries know the trump card."
"He already knew."
"What?" Olof raised his forehead helplessly, "My John, you can't always be so honest."
"Sometimes lies can make your life more pleasant. Come on, give it to me. How many more are there?"
After saying this, Olof eagerly wanted to search John's pockets.
John slapped Olof's hand away, put the cup into the hand of the bodyguard on the side, and said casually: "Tell me your news, you won't forget the exchange of equal value, will you, Olof?"
Upon hearing this, Olof looked around and said, "You should know who you are dealing with, kid."
"That guy is not easy to mess with," Orlov invited John to his car. "That guy is called Kingpin. He is a businessman on the surface, but in fact he manages the underground forces in Hell's Kitchen."
"Yes, you heard it right," Orlov poured a glass of champagne as he got into the stretched Lincoln car. There were bodyguards standing around the car. "That guy controls Hell's Kitchen, and even the hotel system can't interfere too much." .”
"When your father summoned the twelve forces of the High Table, that guy was not on it. Later, he didn't know how to operate and took the position that belonged to New York."
Passing the champagne to John, Olof hesitated, "Are you really an adult? Forgive me, your face is younger than when my brother was in high school."
John took the champagne, "It seems his ambition is not hard to see."
"Of course, the guy wants to dominate New York," Orloff said. "I doubt the guy wants to run for mayor."
"With your father coming to New York, the Kingpin became active and wanted to replace your father."
Orlov poured himself another glass, took a sip of champagne, shrugged and said, "Obviously he underestimated your father."
"Your father has to maintain the balance of this high table. He can't let one foot be too short or too long." Orlov said, "Balance and order are what your father can make the government acquiesce in the hotel." The reason the system exists.”
After speaking, Olof stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the thing."
"That's it?" John looked at Orlov in surprise, "You just want to give me an introduction?"
"Otherwise?" Orlov was also confused. "If there was evidence that could bring down that guy, I would have killed Kingpin long ago."
"It makes some sense, but not much." John took out a bag and handed it to Olof, which was full of purple crystals.
That is the original form of the magic crystal, and this bag is enough for the reactor experiment.
Orlov opened the bag and took a look, smiling from ear to ear.
"I don't have much involvement in the hotel system," Olof finally advised John, "but it's not just Kingpin who covets your father's position at the High Table."
John nodded and got out of the car.
Hand the champagne to the previous bodyguard and get your own glass back.
He looked at the Asian face of the bodyguard and asked in surprise: "What's your name?"
"Danny." The man's face was stern, giving John a sense of familiarity.
Orlov said: "This is Danny, a fighter I recruited from an underground fighting ring. Even though he is not tall, he is the most powerful among my bodyguards."
"Before he met me, he was raised like a dog."
Danny was expressionless and didn't care that Orlov said he had been treated like a dog before.
Or maybe it's because of the environment in which he grew up that he didn't have much room to vent his emotions.
John touched his chin. This man looked a bit like a kung fu superstar in his previous life.
...
Queens is the largest borough in New York and borders Brooklyn.
John strolled through the streets, which were not as luxurious as those in Manhattan.
But just like the difference between rich and poor people everywhere, there are also rich people driving luxury cars here.
John strolled down the street with a camera in his hand.
But his camera is a bit special, it's a camera from the magical world.
He clicked the shutter on the fallen tree and stood there quietly, admiring the scenery.
"Mei, look!"
"Peter, don't fall."
A familiar voice reached his ears, and John turned his head to look.
A familiar pair came into view.
Little Peter also spotted an acquaintance, running over with the leaves he had just caught in his hand and a trophy in the other.
"It's you, John!"
"Maybe you can be polite and call me Mr. Wick." John flicked his finger on little Peter's forehead, leaving a red mark on it.
"Hey!" Little Peter held his forehead, and John noticed his trophy.
"Youth Science and Technology Award?" He asked unexpectedly, "So you are still a future Einstein?"
Mei walked over with a smile, "Don't praise him like that, he will be proud."
Looking at John, May asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"
"Just take a stroll," John pointed at the camera, "and take some souvenirs."
"This is nothing to remember." Mei smiled and waved her hand.
In her opinion, these are ordinary things.
It's like she has been here for so many years and nothing has changed much.
"Not necessarily." John said easily, "There are unpredictable circumstances. Maybe one day, these things that are taken for granted will be missed."
"You make sense," Mei said with a wink, "How about you leave me a photo, maybe I will miss it in the future?"
"Okay, but remember, wait..."
"Exchange of equal value," Mei took over with a smile, "Can that meal be used as an exchange of equal value?"
"Let me think about it." John thought for three seconds, "Deal."
He picked up the camera and pushed Little Peter over, "Let me think about it, say eggplant?"
"eggplant."
The two people stood next to the busy street. The trees dropped leaves, and one of them fell on little Peter's head, with a bright smile.
It's August.
This is a good time to visit Southeast Asian cuisine restaurants.
In the Thai restaurant, Peter drank Tom Yum soup, which made him feel addicted.
"I don't know if it will suit your taste," Mei said. "There are many allergic people in the United States who can't stand Thai food."
"Fortunately, I don't have these concerns."
John picked up a piece of spring roll and wondered whether it belonged to Thai cuisine.
"Are you from London?" May was very curious about John. They saved little Peter last time. "Are there many people like you there?"
She meant wizards.
It was also her first time seeing a wizard.
"There are people like me all over the world," John chuckled. "Maybe your neighbors or classmates are."
"I know it's Ned," said little Peter. "His grandma said there is a hereditary talent in their family."
Little Peter said distressedly: "But I have never seen him use magic."
"Maybe it's possible." John did not deny the child's fantasy, but said with a smile, "Maybe he will receive a letter from an owl one day."
"what is that?"
"The admission notice to the magic school." John put the spring rolls into the bowl to see what was inside. "I used to be an owl delivering letters."
"I will definitely ask him next time!"
Peter also imagined in his mind what an owl would look like delivering a message.
May watched lovingly as the two interacted.
These two people really look like father and son.
Well, appearance has nothing to do with it.
After finishing their meal, they walked out and bumped into a fat old man walking past holding red clothes to sell in the store.
"It's Santa Claus," Peter blurted out.
Christmas is still more than three months away, but some have already begun preparations.
John said fondly: "I don't know if I can celebrate the holidays with my family this year."
"You can come to my house and make an appointment with Mr. Wick." Peter said excitedly, "I can show you the Lego I built."
"Maybe I will go over then," John glanced at May and showed no objection. He extended his hand to Peter, "When I go, I will bring you a Christmas gift, Peter."
It seemed that Peter liked this magical Mr. Magic very much and happily held John's hand.
May also extended an invitation to John, "We're serious, John."
"Well, it seems you are very interested in my Christmas gift." John smiled, "I will come over."
He said goodbye to the two of them and looked sideways across the street.
An Asian man smiled at him.
John met his eyes.
"Hello, my name is Wen Wu."
...
