A knot in Lei Huanxi's heart was untied.

He never wanted Hartman to be the kind of person he didn't want to see.

That's why he frankly admitted his mistakes.

If you are wrong, you are wrong. There is nothing embarrassing to admit it.

"I have been grateful to Mr. Hartman for my whole life."

There was a very deep emotion in Springton's voice:

"It's not because of how great the power and wealth Mr. Hartman has, nor because I watched him grow up. But his attitude towards me. Because of the Lyrding, he was misunderstood by the whole family as a cruel and ruthless person, but he never involved me because of this matter. Mr. Hartman took all of it alone."

Lei Huanxi completely agreed with this.

That's right, Lao Ha looks vulgar and annoying, but he is a real man.

When something happens, he never backs off.

Such people should not have friends.

He should even have many friends.

And I must be his lifelong friend.

This is how Lei Huanxi swears in her heart.

"Mr. Hartman, Mr. Ray, I think it's time for us to eat." Springton said after looking at the time.

"No, no, I would never want to eat the traditional food here again." As soon as Hartman heard about eating, he seemed a little scared.

Springton smiled: "Don't worry, Mr. Hartman, I have authentic German roast pork elbow here."

Hartman's expression became apparently relaxed: "I like to eat roasted pork elbows, but it's okay to give our children some local delicacies."

What food actually makes Hartman look like this?

Lei Huanxi became curious.

Springton went to prepare food. Seeing Lei Huanxi ready to speak, Hartman said first:

"Don't apologize anymore, no. I know what you want to say, but when the truth of the matter is known, there is no need to apologize again and again. But you must remember that many things, even if you see them with your own eyes, may not be true."

"How do you want to judge the authenticity of something?" Lei Huanxi asked.

"I don't know, maybe no one can know the answer." Hartman actually replied: "Everyone has his own way."

"What about you, how did you judge?" Lei Huanxi did not give up.

Hartman was silent there: "I will feel it with my heart. And, trust."

trust?

"I went to San Francisco a long time ago, and you were not born yet." Hartman said slowly: "At that time, I didn't trust anyone. I was having a meal in a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. When I checked out, I found that my wallet was missing. A person like me was penniless.

I wanted to borrow the restaurant's phone number and ask someone to send money, but the manager of the restaurant, ah, his surname is Song, is an old man. He told me that there was no need for this and asked me to go back and send the money back when I have time. That was the first time someone trusted me. Do you know why this is?"

"I know." Lei Huanxi replied hesitantly: "Because of your appearance."

"That's right, because of my appearance." Hartman laughed: "There's nothing to avoid and not to say. I look like a bad person at first glance. The person who saw me for the first time was always afraid of me and even disliked me. Only him, this boss, he trusted me, and he actually believed me.

I left, but I had a big thing to deal with that day. I was busy for half a year and the meal expenses were forgotten. After a while, when I passed Chinatown again, I suddenly remembered. A rich man, who was just a dozen dollars in meal expenses, had actually owed so much, which made me ashamed.

I quickly went to pay back the money. The manager named Song recognized me at a glance. I had to apologize to him for this matter, but he just smiled faintly and told me that from the first time he saw me, he knew that I was definitely not a bad person who would be able to pay. My child, can you believe it? He actually said that I was not a bad person."

Lei Huanxi could fully feel Hartman's mood at that time.

Not to mention others, even Lao Ha always lives in the "bad-people world" he created.

He also always likes to show himself as a bad person.

When someone says he is not a bad person, you can fully imagine his mood at that time.

"At that time, I remembered two words firmly, trust."

Hartman took out a thick cigar and lit it, sucking: "So I've always been grateful to the restaurant owner. Oh, why don't you ask me, how do I appreciate him?"

Lei Huanxi asked indeed: "How did you express your gratitude? Did you give him hundreds of thousands of dollars? Or did you give him a larger and more luxurious restaurant?"

This is what all stories say.

Good people will be rewarded.

If a person helps a rich man without any intention, he can get generous rewards from the rich man.

"I didn't do that," Hartman said with a smile: "I paid the meal I owed, a total of $17.8, and a tip of $5, and then I left."

Is it that simple?

Lei Huanxi blinked.

This is not the same as what is said in the story.

"Because I knew at that time that any reward given to him was an insult to this kind man." Hartman looked at the problem this way: "Of course, I will not forget this boss. I have been sending people to pay attention to him. Later I found that Manager Song's son was very unsatisfied and owed a large amount of gambling debts and was threatened by some gangsters. My kid, now you should ask me how I handled this matter."

Hartman is a strange person, and Lei Huanxi is also a stranger person. He asked honestly again: "Have you paid off his gambling debt for his son?"

"No." Hartman slowly shook his head: "I just made someone interrupt Manager Song's son's hand."

"What?"

Lei Huanxi almost jumped up: "Are you crazy?"

Yes, Hartman is definitely going crazy.

A man who trusts him so much, Hartman's way of repaying him is:

Has the son interrupted his hand?

What kind of bullshit way of reward is this?

"Really, I really broke his son's hand, right hand." Hartman said without caring, "and then I sent someone to take him to Africa and do hard work in a gold mine."

Lei Huanxi was speechless.

Lei Huanxi couldn't say a word.

This is the most ridiculous story he has heard.

Not ridiculous.

This is simply cruel.
Chapter completed!