Volume 5: Growing Up Chapter 315 The Devil Never Repents
The black and blue Rolls-Royce Hill Climb 4 stopped in front of Tommy again. The young girl who had lifted up her bra to try to coerce her climbed from the driver's seat to the passenger seat. She huddled into a ball and looked at Tommy, who was standing there drinking Coke, in horror.
Tommy threw away the empty Coke and explained to the frightened girl seriously: "Don't worry, Girl, I'm not a human trafficker, nor a gangster."
The girl's tears had ruined her makeup, leaving two black marks on her face. She looked at Tommy tremblingly, not knowing what to say.
She felt that the worst thing she had ever done in her life was to take a ride with that motorcyclist. That idiot got hot-headed and robbed the car. Before they had driven a hundred meters, the luxury car automatically shut down and could not be started. Then, two SUVs suddenly appeared, and two burly men with automatic firearms got out. She and the man immediately raised their hands, and then saw the burly man throw her into the back seat of the SUV as if she were a suitcase, and the other one searched her body, took her cell phone, and then gave her two choices, either be stuffed into the back seat with the man, or get in the driver's seat of the damn luxury car and drive the car back the same way.
It's not like she hadn't thought about jumping off the motorcycle and escaping, but the other party obviously expected her to do so. During the time when she jumped off the motorcycle and walked to the luxury car, they had already read out her name, home address and other information, telling her that they knew where to find her, or her poor family.
Who on earth did I offend?
The girl cried and promised Tommy, who was back in the driver's seat and wiping the dashboard and steering wheel with disinfectant wipes: "Sir, I won't tell the police anything. As long as you let me go, I promise."
"You can say anything to the police if you want, girl. The father of Paige who just arrested you is the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department. Although he cannot directly handle the cases here, he should be able to give some professional advice." Tommy made a quiet gesture to the girl, and then said to his watch:
"Paige, where's that nice guy who was so kind and generous enough to let an old guy like me touch his girlfriend's boobs?"
There was a crackling sound and a scream from the other side, and then Paige's voice came: "He generously owes you more than three thousand dollars again, but his file shows that he has a criminal record for assault and sexual assault. For your safety, I plan to hand him over to the professional debt collectors outsourced by KeyBank at the next stop."
"He's a good kid, not old Martin! What's wrong with you? Does electrocuting Martin no longer give Paige's family pleasure?" Tommy complained to Paige after hearing the electric shock and screams, "Martin's white wife Louise called me last time and asked me to pay for Martin's medical expenses, saying that Martin's ability declined in his sixties, which eventually led her to cheat on him and they divorced. All the losses should be counted as work injuries, because your grandfather, your father, your brother and you have always found various reasons to electrocute his waist over the years! I say again, you will not get any bonus if you electrocute anyone other than the direct descendants of the Martin family!"
"That woman's balance at KeyBank is three times that of the man." John Page changed the subject without any fluctuation.
Tommy hung up the phone, started the car, and looked at the girl: "Okay, let's chat casually. I'm curious. Your generous boyfriend can only owe me 3,000 yuan, but your credit limit is so much more than his. This shows that you and he are not the same kind of people. Is it a love story of a rich girl and a poor boy running away?"
"I just hitchhiked with him. I've only known him for a few hours. I... I'm a dancer, but there's no job in Barstow. Luckily, I got an interview opportunity at a theater in Fort Smith, Arkansas. If I pass, they're willing to give me a three-month performance job." Seeing that Tommy didn't show any sign of hurting herself, the girl tried to calm down and explained seriously.
Tommy clicked his tongue. "You can buy a plane ticket. It's not cost-effective to exchange kilometers for sleeping with the driver. With your looks, I mean you can earn the money for a round-trip ticket in one night by just renting a room in any hotel. Fort Smith is nearly 3,000 kilometers. Girl, if you rely on free rides, I guess you will be infected with all kinds of diseases before you reach your destination."
"I paid for the ride, and I wanted him to take me to Nidos ahead. I checked online, and flights from the airport there are cheaper, which can save me nearly half the cost." The girl explained that she just wanted to go to Nidos Airport, more than 100 kilometers away, to take a discounted flight, and she was not planning to ride a Harley for 6,000 miles to hook up for sex.
"May I have your name?"
"Jenny, Jenny Albertson."
"Shit, my daughter's name is also Jenny, but she is much older than you. She is married to a German husband, has a pair of children, and now lives in Germany." Tommy took his hands off the steering wheel and handed it over to automatic driving. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and said with a sigh.
Jenny observed Tommy's expression and asked cautiously, "She and your father don't have a good relationship?"
"Not good, but not bad either. From the time she was born to the time she grew up, I was busy with work, but I didn't neglect to accompany her. It's just... so, how is your relationship with your father?" Tommy looked at the scenery beside the road.
We are now passing through a canyon with cliffs on both sides. Birds of prey are circling in the air. As the car drives in, animals of all sizes on both sides of the canyon are startled and run and jump beside the road from time to time, appearing briefly.
"Not bad. He and my mother divorced and each of us started a family, but he still cared about me. I would call him several times a year to say hello. He was a blues singer who sang in a bar in his hometown in Ohio. He sang many classic old songs. I can remember that he held me on the stage while I sang." Jenny said, "When I grew up, I left home and came to California to find a job and fall in love. Then we started to have less contact. My childhood was not lacking in the company of my parents. They divorced when I was sixteen because my mother didn't want to continue living a monotonous life in her hometown. She wanted to go to a big city."
"If your father makes a mistake, as a daughter, will you choose to forgive him?" Tommy retracted his gaze and looked at Jenny.
At that moment, even though Jenny Albertson was not a psychiatrist, she could see that the old man was not asking her, but was asking his daughter named Jenny who was far away in Germany.
She didn't have the qualifications or courage to answer for others, so she could only choose the most common answer: "It depends on what the mistake is."
"I taught her bad things. I turned an angel into a devil."
"Have you ever taken her hunting, or hunted animals? Have you ever skinned an animal and shown off the prey in front of her?" Jenny tried to think of behaviors that could corrupt her daughter, and chose the most serious one she had ever seen.
Many fathers take their children hunting under the pretext of cultivating their courage, and then blatantly abuse and kill animals and peel off their fur in front of their children. Generally, those scenes will become nightmares for the children, seriously affecting their physical and mental growth. Even when they grow up, they will not be able to eliminate the childhood trauma.
"More or less. When she was seventeen, she participated in a hunting trip. I helped her adjust her weapon and aim, and she was responsible for pulling the trigger. I think after that incident, our father-daughter relationship became a little cold. She always thought hunting was just playing house before, but after she participated in it, she realized that the father she had always admired was an absolute devil. She didn't want to be a person like her father at all, but it was too late. Because of her father's teachings since she was a child, she had already become the best devil and could no longer look at problems with normal people's thinking." Tommy said with a sigh.
Jenny thought about it and gave a suggestion: "Maybe you can invite your daughter to participate in activities such as animal protection, as a confession or atonement. She should like your change."
"Perhaps your daughter doesn't hate you as much as you think. Now, she may no longer care whether she is a good hunter or how many animals she has killed. What she cares about in her heart may be that her father who loved her the most took away her ability to choose her own life. After all, you said that she had the opportunity to become an angel."
After listening to the girl's words, Tommy nodded with a smile: "I really hope she is the same as you said. Thank you, girl. Although it is not true, your words make me feel much better. You said before that you are a dancer and you have an interview opportunity and a three-month performance job in Fort Smith, right?"
"Yes, sir."
Tommy made a phone call and said, "There is a dancer named Jenny, Jenny Albertson. If possible, help her find a long-term job in your theater. Your worries are unnecessary. Do you think I am the kind of unscrupulous capitalist who would exploit women to create value for me after having sex with them? ... Yes, I admit that I did touch the girl's nipples, but I promise that I was forced. When you see the girl, you will know the truth. If it wasn't forced, who the hell would be willing to do this on the dry Highway 40 in the sun? Of course it was forced, just like I was forced to do it with you for $700,000!"
"What kind of job is she good at? How would I know? Why not, when I accompany Otilia or Sofia to the opera, she can sit on the other side of me and chat with me so that I don't continue to doze off. This girl is very good at comforting people. That's it. Goodbye. By the way, tell that bastard Archie to hurry back from Canada! Pack up and report to Stanford on time! Don't say he is like me back then. I brought free software to the poor back then. What did he do? He learned about free from his father, learned about movies from his mother, and he represented the children himself. Then he combined these three characteristics together to create the free movies on P station?"
"Also, remember to tell him that his website needs to add some high-definition videos of pretty blondes, at least 4K. Every time I lie in my bedroom and occasionally want to cheer myself up, I turn on the free videos he provides on TV and it ruins my mood. The screen is full of mosaics. I thought it was the pixelated people in MC performing."
"That's it." Tommy hung up the phone and looked at Jenny beside him. "Niels, you can get off now, girl. But I don't recommend you go to Fort Smith. There is a Lyceum Theater on Broadway in New York. You can go find the manager there and tell him that Carlo Leon asked you to go. They will offer you a long-term job."
Jenny looked at Tommy with a dull expression: "Lyceum Theatre? The Lyceum Theatre on Broadway? Are you kidding? That's the dance theater of the famous movie star Ms. Diane Lane."
"I know. I'm a shareholder of the theater. If you think this is a joke, you can search the theater's phone number online and call to find out if it's true. If it's false, you can go to Fort Smith again." Tommy parked the car on the side of the road in the small town of Niles, looked at Jenny, and held out his hand:
"Thank you for your words. Just consider this job as your reward for accompanying me on this journey. If you feel bad, next time I accompany others to watch a musical at the Lyceum Theater, you can find another man to force you to continue to warm the palm of an old man like me with your nipples."
Seeing Tommy stop the car, John Page rushed over from behind, returned the woman's mobile phone and other personal belongings to her, and said expressionlessly:
"Your ride-sharing driver voluntarily borrowed money from KeyBank to help you pay for your first-class ticket to New York. His credit limit was not enough, but KeyBank considerately helped him increase his temporary credit limit. Next time you choose to ride-sharing, remember not to choose this low-priced rider. He has a criminal record of forcing women."
Jenny looked at the SUV behind her. The unfortunate Harley rider was still in a coma with foam at the mouth. She looked at Tommy's outstretched hand and shook it with both hands. "Thank you, sir."
Tommy took his hand back and started the car. Jenny stood by the road and suddenly asked him, "Sir, you are actually going to see your daughter and say sorry to her, right?"
"No." Tommy said without looking back, and then roared forward:
"Devils never repent."
