Chapter 361 Angry Cruz
I was half asleep when the bedside phone rang.
He Yun said, "Mr. Wan, breakfast is at 7:30. Do you want it delivered or go to the restaurant?"
"Let's go to the restaurant."
Since I had no jet lag, I slept soundly. I got up, washed, got dressed, and opened the door.
After a while, He Yun came in and said with a smile: "It's good to go once. Next time, they will know what you like to eat and will take your preferences into consideration when they deliver the food."
Following He Yun into the second-floor restaurant, it looked like a buffet at home. All you could eat. However, there were at least twenty glass jars of juice on the counter, dazzling with a dazzling array of colors.
He Yun saw me staring at the row of juice jars and introduced me to their names and varieties. I then learned that the tropical rainforest climate, with its high temperatures and heavy rainfall, gave the fruits here a strong, exotic flavor.
This is a paradise for fruits, so there are a wide variety of juices.
I really wanted to try every kind of it, but I had to take my time, so I said to He Yun, "Just take mango juice and coconut juice."
He Yun suggested I try the noodles. He said, "The waiter said I ate too little rice yesterday. I must not be used to their taste."
I thought to myself that this hotel really treats customers like gods, even analyzing leftovers, so I said, "Okay, let's have noodles."
He Yun asked me to sit down while he got some juice and brought a bowl of noodles. He himself got some bread and juice.
The taste of the noodles is not much different from that in China. But the juice is particularly cool, sweet and has a special fresh taste.
He Yun said, "Mr. Wan, don't blame me for being nosy. You must ask for a higher price. Any chair in their house is worth hundreds of thousands. The chandeliers in the hall are worth millions."
"How do you know?"
"The chandelier was custom-made in China, and I asked someone to install it for his family."
I nodded, thinking that He Yun might not be so annoying after all. If I earned more, I could give him more tips, which was human nature. I had to understand his life on the run.
We need to put pressure on him, but also give him benefits.
Seeing me nod, he felt a sense of accomplishment and said, "When you go there, notice that the beads on the chandelier are made of jade, and you'll know I'm not lying. Because people like me are usually not qualified to enter his house."
After breakfast, I returned to my room. He Yun asked me to rest for a while and then left.
At about nine o'clock, Mr. Zheng arrived. He said, "Let's go over now."
It was still the same sports car from yesterday, parked in the coconut grove of the hotel. We sat in it, and the sports car drove three or four miles along the coastal avenue and turned into a tree-lined avenue.
This was undoubtedly a private road. The trees and flowers along the road were meticulously trimmed. In just two minutes, we arrived at a walled area.
Two bodyguards came out, wearing berets, white gloves, camouflage uniforms, and guns on their waists. As to whether the guns were real, I don't know.
The driver didn't get out, so one of the bodyguards approached and asked a few questions. The door slowly opened. I thought I'd see the house immediately, but instead, I was greeted by a coconut grove.
The car drove in and passed the coconut grove. On the left was a swimming pool with rippling blue water, and on the right was the parking lot.
The car parked, and Crook emerged from the villa's main entrance, followed by three or four others. Chairman Zheng led me forward. Crook and I clasped our hands and bowed, exchanging greetings.
Chairman Zheng introduced me to several others. I couldn't remember their names, but I did understand their identities. They were all members of the Crook family.
Crossing the magnificent hall, Crook led us into a reception room on the right. Everyone sat down. I kept my gaze firm, never glancing sideways, and a polite smile appeared on my face.
Phil saw me and leaned forward. She was directing a group of people to serve fruit. Yes, a group. The waiters served one by one, bringing sliced fruit, dessert, and then cocktails.
Chairman Zheng told me, "They are treating you with the utmost courtesy. They bathe and purify themselves before preparing the chicken-flavored wine."
After hearing what President Zheng said, I glanced at the Filipino woman serving me the wine. She was meticulously dressed and her movements were very elegant. She put down her wine glass and stepped back.
I thought, it's like the palaces in TV dramas, with a team of servants. It shows that luxury has always been similar in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.
Due to the language barrier, Crook tried his best to use gestures to express some etiquette that did not require translation. He simply extended his hand and made a "please" gesture.
President Zheng was afraid that I didn't understand, so he picked up the cocktail first, and I followed suit.
Crook held the cup and moved it left and right to indicate "Please drink".
Chairman Zheng said softly, "You can't drink it all in one gulp. Hold it in your mouth and swallow it slowly."
I later searched online and found out that this red cocktail will make your throat very spicy if you take a sip. Only by swallowing it slowly can you experience the three levels of the wine: spicy, slightly spicy, and refreshing.
Damn, it seems like life in the upper class is pretty damn tiring.
We drank and ate desserts and fruits. We didn't eat much, but it was a full sense of ritual and took half an hour.
It's really tiring.
After this welcome ceremony, Crook made a gesture of invitation, and we were led through a long corridor and into another house.
Outside is the lounge. Inside is a spacious room.
The bed was placed in the middle of the house. This was definitely a special ward set up specifically for Cruz. There were many things in the house, from oxygen machines to heart monitors, small dumbbells to fitness treadmills...
It can be said that there is everything from first aid equipment to exercise recovery equipment.
We were standing two meters away when two nurses came in, strong local women, and helped Cruz, who had been lying there, up.
I thought they were strong enough, but when they lifted Cruz up and put a pillow behind his back, I realized he was very thin and it didn't take much strength to lift him.
Crook came forward, bent down and said a series of words to Cruz. Then he turned around and said something I couldn't understand.
Mr. Zheng said, "Let's go up and show him."
I followed Mr. Zheng forward, and Mr. Zheng spoke to Cruz for a few words.
I took the opportunity to observe Cruz. He was emaciated, his brow darkened, his face greenish-green, and his mouth dry. What was particularly striking was the skin on the backs of his hands, like that of a centenarian woman. There was no flesh at all, only a layer of withered skin, and veins like earthworms, threatening to burst out at any moment.
This is completely consistent with Mr. Dong's record. These are typical symptoms after being poisoned.
At this moment, I felt two fierce rays of light shooting towards me.
It is impossible for a person who has been ill for a long time to have such a fierce and ferocious look. It shows how much he hates me in his heart and he wants to eat me, but he can't struggle.
Suddenly, he raised one hand and then put it down weakly.
I knew he definitely wanted to slap someone, but he just didn't have the strength to do it.
Then, he let out a series of roars. I couldn't understand them, but it felt like he was cursing with all his might. Not only did President Zheng not translate for me, but Crook's face turned pale.
I waved my hand, signaling them to retreat. I walked to the end of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and rubbed Cruz's sleep sac. I could feel his anger—he wanted to kick me, but he didn't have the strength.
After rubbing gently for five minutes, his body suddenly softened and his head tilted down.
I said to Mr. Zheng, "Ask the nurse to help him get back to sleep. He'll need five hours of sleep before waking up. We'll come back to see him in the afternoon."
After Mr. Zheng translated, Crook nodded.
Mr. Zheng and I left the Crooks' villa.
I need to communicate an important matter with Mr. Zheng—what does that series of roars Cruz spew out mean, and why doesn't Mr. Zheng translate it? Why did Crook turn pale after hearing it?
Let’s solve this mystery first.
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