Vol 2 Chapter 22: Vinson

In Cook's kitchen time, Lola's phone call failed, unable to stay in Grande, and could only return to the West End. ?? Eighth Chinese website www.www. 81z. Com sent Lola away, and Zac began to wonder if the hundred-dollar commission could make progress today. It shouldn't be. Isn't the city government going to ask the citizens of Southern District to vote?
Of course not. The ballot stuff is a serious campaign and people will care about it.
Probably when Cook's kitchen entered Alice's least favorite part-when Cook taught the girl how to make the noodles bounce and sticky, Grande had guests.
The rain stopped a little bit, but it seems to continue, and it was exactly in this gap that our vampire stood on the front porch, watching the two tooling guys get off the truck with the city government logo printed on it. Yesterday's middle-aged man and Vincent.
"You reported us." The middle-aged man was very direct and glanced at Zac. "You said you want to apologize." Pushed a hand of Vinson whose face was unnatural. "The apology is coming. Hurry up." Feed the dog.
"I, uh, I'm so sorry to have hit your guests yesterday." Vinson lowered his head, ashamed that there should be no, just didn't want to see Zac.
"It won't happen anymore." The middle-aged reminded.
"Not in the future." Vincent added, and looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man nodded and glanced at Zach. "Satisfied? Can we go now?"
Zac is actually a bit surprised. He probably understands that civil servants are indifferent to ordinary citizens, especially this kind of grassroots labor. But whether it was yesterday or today, the attitude of these two people is too cold. For example, a civil servant like Wales used to have at least one service evaluation that made him pretend to be a bit better. The two in front of him seemed to pretend not to pretend. Is it because the job of the hard laborer is too 'basic' and does not need to serve the senses?
"You can go." Zac waved his hand, "Vinson stayed." Zac was not prepared to explore the mental state of these workers.
The middle-aged man frowned. "If I'm right, you don't seem to want this to be a problem. Your report call. I heard the recording. We have apologized, and the person who was hit did not say anything." ,what else do you want?"
"You heard the recording?" Zac raised an eyebrow. Our vampires are a bit curious about what is the process of this public service channel. Anonymity is really a joke, "Forget it." Zack pouted, "It doesn't matter, I just need a way to contact you. The purpose is just fine." Looking at Vincent, "Actually, if you come early, you can still see Lola."
"Lola? Lola is looking for me ..." Vinson was a little surprised and was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth. The middle-aged man frowned and pulled Vincent behind him, looking at Zac, "What the are you doing."
It is already obvious that this middle-aged man is protecting Vincent. Both his actions yesterday and today can be seen. Zac is a little curious. "What do you care about? If you listen to the recording, you should know that in the end I didn't ask the city government to give any results." Yes, Zac angered into the drama and hung up the phone. "You are here, and my purpose is achieved. , I ’m not looking for anything, you can go, I just want Vinson. "
"Vinson is my nephew." The middle-aged man twitched his eyes. He probably couldn't figure out what Zac wanted to do. "What are you doing with him."
Zac raised his eyebrows, "Uncle and nephew, this can explain where your obvious favoritism came from." Zac shook his head, once the curiosity was satisfied. Lost interest, "Relax, I'm not malicious."
Zac felt it necessary to explain to this 'uncle', "As you saw yesterday, Laura and Kyle are my guests, our relationship. Well, it's not bad. Yesterday's things Kyle is very good Hum, hum, hit, not beaten, you should hear about scholarship. "
Zac shrugged to Vincent. "You should know Kyle quite well. You know that he is a little bit difficult to relieve some things. So I asked Lolato to help her brother." To middle-aged men, "Adults should not be involved in children's affairs."
"Since it's a child's business, let the child solve it." The middle-aged man has impatiently on his face. "What are you doing here, Lola is looking for Vincent, go to the graduation yearbook, there is a text on it Sen's contact information. "
"Saturday today." Zach spread his hands, "not going to school."
"Then go to school and talk!" The middle-aged man was too lazy to continue entangled with Zac. He pulled Vinson and prepared to get on the bus and leave.
"Kyle is back to Ripter, do you know." Zac continued to Vincent's back, "Reread the senior year. You should know that after the first game of the spring high school ball game last semester, he suddenly transferred . "
Vincent's pulled body paused.
First of all, it is necessary to clarify that Kyle ’s classmates like Vinson ca n’t know the real reason for Kyle ’s transfer. They only know one fact. In the first game of the game, Kyle was forcibly replaced by Connor to the right-wing outfield that nobody paid attention to. After playing a game, he was exhausted and withdrew from the team. Er was transferred to the west.
This fact cannot be considered carefully.
"Because of the transfer, now he has to spend another year to revisit the upper grades." Zack looked at Vinson who turned back. "I was very lucky to watch the game. You performed very well. The attention should start from that time. Do n’t you think that after this, you should at least give Kyle an explanation.

Zac waved his hand, "I'm not like Kyle, I will say that you are" wasting "and" his scholarship ", that is what you deserve, I just want to say, you should explain ..."
"What kind of scholarship do those kids in the West Side need?" The middle-aged man was probably dissatisfied with Vinson's halt, trying to pull Vinson to continue to the car, while interrupting Zac's words, "Spoiled child, sick!"
Zack shrugged. "You are not qualified to comment on these children. Kyle does not need a scholarship. Vinson, as his classmate and teammate, knows better than you, right."
"Huh!" The middle-aged man pulled Vincent, "Ignore him, leave!"
"Uncle, I think, I should explain it here." Vinson looked at the middle-aged man unnaturally. "You know, that, the contact information on the graduation yearbook is useless ..."
The middle-aged man's eyes twitched twice, and it seemed that he had no plans to let Lola find Vincent.
Zac shut his mouth. No comments are prepared.
"More what those people explain!" The middle-aged people are still impatient. "They don't really care! And this, Grand, do you really want to say those things here ?!"
Zac couldn't shut up. Speaking of Grande, "What's wrong with Grande?"
Was ignored.
Vinson seemed a little hesitant and thought for a while, but still made a decision, "Kyle is a good person. I think I still have to explain. Yesterday, well, I was wrong, and I should apologize."
"It's up to you! Anyway, you are an adult too!" The middle-aged man shook his hand impatiently. "I don't have time to wait for you here at night school at night." I don't care about Vincent anymore.
"I'll find a way." Vincent pursed his lips, watching his uncle drove the car, unhappily blew the horn twice, and turned away.
"Are you still attending night school? Back Bay Community College?" Zac asked casually. A very master-style handshake instructed the other party to enter. This is a small chat to relax the atmosphere before entering the topic.
"Well, the employment training arranged by the municipal government." Vincent also replied casually, under the guidance of Zach, entered the exhibition hall.
Zac raised his eyebrows, "Our mayor also arranges such a project?" All said it was gossip, please allow Zac to bias the topic.
"Well." The guided direction was the reception room. Bypassing, you would enter the office on the second floor from the elevator. "The summer starts. It is for the unemployed workers of the Herman factory."
It seems to be an easy guy to chat with. Zac felt his chin, and he had no idea where this chat was going. Hurry up to the front, open the elevator, and beg to enter. "Are you a worker?" Zack asked, pressing the button and raising his eyebrows.
"No, but my parents are." With a slight mechanical sound, "It used to be."
Zac pursed his lips, "Once."
"They died in a factory explosion." There was only one floor up and down. When it arrived, the door opened automatically, looking at the aisle, Vinson turned back, "Come here?"
"Yes." Zac frowned. "You just said your parents ..." Zac shook his head. He realized he didn't seem to repeat it.
Vinson didn't respond, pushed open the door of the office, glanced at Zac's office, and suddenly seemed nervous. "That, do I need to say it here?"
Probably the established feeling of the office, this is the place that should be used for business.
Zac glanced at his office. The office of the funeral home was not biased, serious or warm. "No need, we can go to the living area."
Zach walked to the front again and opened the west door. "We have a recreation room. We can go there. Alice is here. Do you know Alice?"
"Alice?" Vincent thought for a moment. "Is that Laura's friend? Is it your sister? I heard that Laura has a friend who doesn't go to school in the Southern District."
Zac nodded, not going to ask where the other party heard it from, high school life, huh, huh.
Entering the entertainment room, all Grande members were here except Louise and Mo, looking at the two people who came in, "Uh ..." Vincent opened his mouth, "I ..."
"Go downstairs." Zac pouted, "You can help me prepare dinner."
"Yes." Vinson nodded strangely and walked back.
"You and your uncle, just mentioned Grande." Zac reiterated this point. "Is it about the cooperation between Grande's branch (mill) and Herman to perform the funeral of the dead in the factory explosion. "
"Well." Vinson seemed to hesitate, but answered, "He has a bad impression of you Grande because of this."
While going downstairs, Zac pursed his lips, "Why." Remember, during that time Zac personally supervised the mill, was there any "customer" dissatisfied.
"He wanted funerals, real funerals, not cremation of the same process." Vinson said these times were calm. "He doesn't really hate Grande either, just uncomfortable with the way Herman handled it."
So the mill was just out of luck. Zac nodded, "You seem to handle these things well." Passing the restaurant, "This is the restaurant. If you want, you can have dinner with us."
"Thank you." Vinson was very polite and followed Zac into the kitchen. "There's nothing to 'handle', I ..." He looked at the Grand kitchen and didn't know what to do, "I have no parents, I want to live. "
The topic is thus entered.
"Potatoes, beans, cauliflower." Zac ordered several ingredients and rolled up his sleeves. "So that's why you didn't go to college."
"Well." Vinson, who picked up potatoes, began to peel and was very skilled. "Even with a scholarship, I don't have the money to support my life there. I've consulted over there. My major is sports, and the training program is basically Shanghai takes up all my spare time, and I do n’t have time to work. "
"What about credit loans?" Zach just lost his nouns.
"I am a worker's family." Vinson shook his head. "I have no work record, no income record, and no credit."
"Your uncle."
"He has his own children to support, and he will also need college funds next year. He can't support me more." Vincent has cut a potato and picked up the second one, "He helped me find this job, I have already Thank you very much. "
"Herman's compensation?" Zac thought a little.
"I have a younger brother." Vincent paused. "In Newton, he was in elementary school at a special school. He, uh, could not hear the voice. He needed the money even more."
Zac said nothing, "I'm sorry."
Vinson shook his head and then nodded. "I also feel sorry." Take a deep breath and pick up the third potato. "Will you explain this to Laura and Kyle."
"Well. I was commissioned." Hundred Yuan commissioned, "Maybe you want to explain it yourself."
"I don't want to." Vinson shook his head. "I don't want to say this to them. They probably don't understand the West Side. But I do have to say sorry to Kyle. Yesterday, I didn't know what I was thinking Impulsive. "
Zac pursed his lips, "You are thinking, you are forced to give up the scholarship and afford the only way out of life, but Kyle said it was a waste."
Vinson glanced at Zac, thought for a moment, and nodded.
"What class at night school?" The atmosphere can't be so low, right, Zac opened a random topic.
"What basic knowledge of freight and storage seems to be assigned to work on board in the future, I don't know." Vinson picked up the fourth potato.
"Going to sea?"
"Yeah, my uncle helped me get to the place where the salary is said to be the highest. I hope so." (To be continued.)