Chapter 126

Francis turned to head to the driver’s seat.

“Mr. Zahn, wait! I’ll call Sunny right now and have him come over to show you the units!” Bill hurried

forward to place a hand on the door. It wasn’t like he would come across fools like Carlisle every day.

He

couldn’t let him get away!

up

He quickly called Sunny’s personal number. When the first call went unanswered, he followed with a

second. It still went unanswered.

Finally, someone answered on his seventh try. Sunny sounded cold as he asked, “Why are you still

calling me, Bill?

Bill could sense Sunny’s anger even over the phone. He laughed ingratiatingly and said, “I was a fool

earlier, Sunny. Hurry up and come back to work!”

Capable salespeople were gods to a company that required salesmen to stay afloat. As long as Sunny

could close this deal with Carlisle, Bill was willing to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if

necessary.

After a moment of silence, Sunny asked, “Is Mr. Cig there?”

“Yes, yes. He specifically said he would only sign the contract with you!” Bill had deliberately stepped

away from Carlisle and Francis when calling Sunny. He was now about 60 feet from them.

Sunny hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll head over there right now.”

He wasn’t heading back there for the job. He just wanted to fulfill Carlisle’s need to purchase property.

Since Carlisle had specifically asked for him to be there, it was apparent he wanted to help. Sunny

didn’t

want to let Carlisle down.

“Don’t say anything about me firing you, okay?” Bill asked.

“I know what to do.” Sunny hung up and left the house.

Meanwhile, Carlisle leaned against the car door with his arms crossed. Francis approached him after

finishing a cigarette and tried to talk some sense into him again. “Boss, the property here has no room

for appreciation. You really should reconsider this!”

“I’ve already th

already thought things through,” Carlisle turned to look at the dated streets as a confident smile

crept over his face.

“Well, you’re the boss. You call the shots!” Francis shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you ever

regret

this decision.”

Carlisle smiled without saying a word. He checked his watch and saw that half an hour had already

passed. He would probably return to campus late, so he called Susan to let her know. She didn’t say

anything much since he didn’t have any classes in the afternoon.

Bill bought three cans of Red Bull and handed one each to Carlisle and Francis before opening his

own.

After taking two gulps, he asked with a smile, “What sort of business do you do, Mr. Zahn?”

“I run a game studio.“

“Oh, you mean an arcade?” Bill was from the older generation and hadn’t really played games before.

Hel knew that many people visited arcades in recent years, though. He thought that was what Carlisle

meant.

“Yeah.” Carlisle didn’t have too good an impression of Bill and couldn’t be bothered to explain further.

Bill could tell Carlisle wasn’t too fond of him. He smiled awkwardly and glanced at the path Sunny had

to take to get to the company. “It’s been ages. Why isn’t he here yet?”

Carlisle said, “There’s no rush. I’m free the whole afternoon.”

After about ten minutes, Sunny finally showed up at the end of the street while pushing his bicycle. It

was a bout of bad luck–the chain had snapped while he’d been on his way.

He locked the bicycle and jogged over to Carlisle. Holding out a hand, he said, “Nice to meet you, Mr.

Cig. I’m Sunny Little!”

Carlisle shook his hand. “Cig isn’t my surname. It’s Zahn.”

“Good day, Mr. Zahn!” Sunny smiled.

Carlisle returned the smile.

Sunny

chow me the units.”

nodded and looked at Bill. “Lend me your car, Mr. Dawson.”

Bill was about to pull out the keys when Carlisle said, “You can just take my car.”

Francis had already gotten into the driver’s seat. Sunny hurriedly opened the door for Carlisle. He shut

it once Carlisle was in the car and got in from the other side.

He said politely, “Drive straight ahead for about 500 yards, mister. Then, turn left onto Rhonwen Road.”