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Chapter 29 Little Rich's Little Wish

After his mother died, Franklin stayed with his aunt.

When he was a child, he didn't think much of it, but as he grew older, his aunt became less and less interested in seeing him.

On the one hand, he said that he had no future and would hang out all day long. On the other hand, he felt that he was such a big man and should move out to live alone and try to be independent.

Over time, Franklin wanted to escape from that home and escape from the gang-ridden area of ​​Chamberlain Hill.

Since meeting Franklin, almost every time the two of them drank together, Xiao Fu would talk about what his fat and ugly aunt did today that made him very irritated.

As he spoke, he seemed very envious of Lu Qi's single life.

From time to time, he expressed to Lu Qi that he would move out and live alone as soon as he made money.

Since Xiao Fu wanted to live alone so much, Lu Qi felt that of course he had to fulfill his wish.

It just so happened that after he moved to Vinewood Hills, there was no one living in the apartment, so he could let this buddy go up there.

The most I can do is not charge him rent...

Although I don’t know why Lu Qi suddenly asked this question, Franklin’s answer came out of his mouth:

"Of course I want to move out! I've had enough of that. Every day, a group of middle-aged, fat-assed old women are summoned to my house to do shitty activities to reshape femininity, which makes the whole family not peaceful for a day...

"

Hearing that Xiao Fu was about to vomit his bitterness again, Lu Qi quickly stopped him, "Okay, okay, stop it now and listen to me."

"I plan to move, but the contract period of the apartment has not yet expired, so do you want to move to my place?"

"Moving? Where are you?"

When Franklin asked, Lu Qi did not hide anything and said directly:

"That's it... I helped Lester with some things privately. As a reward, he gave me a vacant house in Vineyard to live in, which is regarded as looking after his house..."

Of course, Lu Qi did not tell anything about the assassination or the stock market.

It's not that I can't trust Franklin, but the more people know about this kind of thing, the easier it is to leak it.

Franklin didn't pay attention to these details because his focus was entirely elsewhere.

I saw him picking up the beer, taking a big gulp, and then said:

"Gan! Is Lester so rich?! I thought he was just a weird computer guy, but I didn't expect..."

"Speaking of which, a house in Vinewood should cost at least a million..."

When talking about money, Franklin seemed to suddenly wake up, and his tone was full of envy and longing.

Perhaps it was because he worked hard in society since he was a child and even went to prison. Franklin's desire for money was clearly revealed.

However, he didn't go out of his way to hide his willingness to do anything to make money...

Hearing this, Lu Qi couldn't help but shrugged, "Who knows, I'm just a housekeeper."

"Tell me, if I continue to work for him, will I also have the opportunity to live in a big villa in Vinewood?"

"Um?"

After listening to Franklin's explanation, Lu Qi realized that Mike not only asked Lester to arrange money-making errands for him, but also arranged work for Franklin.

However, Lu Qi got a more difficult assassination mission, while Franklin got another job with less risk.

It was a job that could give full play to his personal strengths.

In Franklin's words, it means driving some luxury cars to the destination in person and handing them over to customers.

The nature of the job is not much different from his last job of recycling vehicles. However, the money earned from each order is much more.

Judging from Franklin's tone, he is quite satisfied with this new job...

After picking up the beer and taking a sip, Lu Qi looked at Franklin again and returned to the topic and asked:

"Then what do you say? Do you want to move there?"

To this, Franklin’s answer was:

"certainly!"

"I'll move there tomorrow. I don't have much luggage anyway."

After saying that, he clenched his fist and patted his chest, pointed at Lu Qi, and thanked:

"Thanks, brother, you helped me a lot."

Waving his hand, Lu Qi responded casually, "It's okay, as long as you don't dislike it."

"By the way, where is the address of your new home? I'll go there another day to have a look at the mansion in Vineyards. What's it like..."

"Okay, the address is..."

After having a few rounds of drinks with Xiao Fu at the Vanilla Unicorn Club and watching two striptease performances, Lu Qi left first.

When he returned to the apartment, he first put the three pistol magazines and the Colt m2000 in the water tank into the item space.

Then, I called the moving company and asked them to send someone.

In fact, he doesn't have much luggage.

The main thing is the tailor-made wooden dummy, which requires a little effort.

The moving company was very efficient. Just two hours later, Lu Qi was sitting in his new home in Vinewood, drinking ice-cold whiskey and watching the sunset.

Holding the wine glass, Lu Qi went to the balcony on the first floor, leaned his hands on the guardrail, looked at the orange city in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, capitalist life is so depraved..."

After speaking, he took a sip of whiskey, narrowed his eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a look of great enjoyment:

"But, I like it!"

...

A few days later.

In the city center, the square between the fib building and the iaa building.

Introduced by his old friend fib agent Dave Norton, Michael met fib's senior figure, Steve Hines.

Out of anger and dissatisfaction at being forced to do dirty work by fib, the first meeting between Michael and Hines could not be called friendly.

However, how can a person not bow his head when he is under the eaves?

Under the threat of the other party, Michael once again accepted the task assigned to him by fib - to rescue Mr. K who was at the iaa headquarters!

Leaving the square, Michael and Dave Norton walked towards the car together.

"fib has a piece of land in East Los Santos, Convington Supply Depot, just past Basketball Hill. Do you know this place?"

"Of course. It sounds like a remote place, a place where people can conduct secret operations, right?"

Not paying attention to the sarcasm in Michael's words, Dave opened the passenger door and got in.

"I want you to make a few calls and call some people over. The first is Alex Mars (Lu Qi's name)..."

Hearing this, Michael, who had just fastened his seat belt, was slightly startled and asked in surprise:

"Hey, I'm not familiar with this guy. I just chatted with him at the bar..."

Dave ignored Michael's excuse and said lightly:

"Just call. Otherwise, I will ask someone to pick him up. By the way, the pick-up I mentioned will not be so friendly..."

"All right…"

Soon, the call was connected, and Lu Qi's voice sounded on the other side:

"Michael, it's me."

"Hey, do you remember that thing we talked about before? It's going to happen now. I need you to go to the supply station in Blue Qiu, which is near the place where we last met."

“…”

Lu Qi on the other side of the phone was silent for a while before replying:

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Just after hanging up the phone, Michael heard Dave say again:

"Then, there's Franklin Clinton..."

When the car passed Garden Bank, Dave seemed to have remembered something, glanced at Michael who was driving, and then said:

"By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that we need a helicopter pilot for this operation, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Michael, who was driving the car, held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and slammed on the brakes!

The tires that braked suddenly left two eye-catching marks on the ground.

After stopping the car, Michael turned to stare at Dave Norton, the co-pilot, with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice:

"Lao Dai, don't tell me that the person you are talking about is the same person as the person I am thinking of now."

"I'm sorry, that's the person you were thinking of..."

Hearing this, Michael seemed to have thought of something bad, frowned, slammed the steering wheel, and cursed loudly:
Chapter completed!
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