Chapter 238: The Way to Greet

Back at the rental, Henry, having changed out of his tinkerer's outfit, began tallying this round's gains and losses.

Actually, the losses were minor; most of the needles used to needle Andrew Saxon were still stuck in that old white fatty, and the rest that had been used only needed to be smelted down and reforged. Just the ordinary boiling sterilization procedure might not meet hygiene standards.

Then came the tally of the surgical fees earned this time. Although a bag of money had been tossed, it hadn't been thrown carelessly; only a light bag had been thrown out.

Because the speed at which those people gathered the money was hasty, the two bags brought over not only had mixed denominations in every roll, but the weights were uneven too. It certainly wasn't perfectly split into one bag of five hundred thousand G, with two bags totaling one million G.

This was also why he hadn't counted carefully on the spot; otherwise, whether it was enough for one million G or exceeded it might have been an issue.

The final tally showed the largest denomination was twenty G, but the quantity wasn't large either; the most numerous was the ten G denomination, followed by one G and five G change. The total came to six hundred eighteen thousand, six hundred forty-six G.

This money couldn't be deposited in a bank. Fortunately, there was the Continental Hotel's purchasing channel, so he wouldn't have to rely solely on daily spending of a few G or ten-odd G to exhaust this six hundred thousand-plus G allowance.

Henry also didn't forget to make a call, dialing the landlord of the black clinic, Old Big O, who was somewhere living out his nightlife.

When the phone was picked up, deafening disco music came through the receiver, followed by an old black man's rolling tongue sound, saying: "Who is disturbing Old Big O's happy time? You better have a suitable reason, or I'll have someone blow your ass apart."

"Old Big O, this is the Tinkerer."

"Aha, our doctor is calling me. Speak up, what service does Old Big O need to provide? Girls? Heroin? Or some unique interest of your white priests, some little boys?"

Henry didn't play the riddle-game; he said directly: "Old Big O, I've stirred up some trouble. Recently, people from the FBI or LAPD might come looking for the clinic."

"So you want to lay low?" The black boss, who caused trouble all day and wrestled with American public authority, immediately grasped the purpose of the Tinkerer's call. "Do you want me to find you a safe house?"

"No need, I'm very safe. I just wanted to say, find some people to guard the clinic and greet anyone who comes. I'll temporarily close the clinic for this period, but I'll pay the rent as usual. Or do you have other locations where I can open a clinic?"

"Ah, you want to mess with the cops. I'm very good at that, leave it to me. If you're hiding from the cops, opening up elsewhere will just get you found anyway. If you ask me, go to Hawaii or Cuba for a two or three-month vacation. Good doctor."

"Looks like I'll take your advice and hide for a while."

"Haha, a wise choice. Old Big O's advice is always the best advice; listen to me, and you can't go wrong."

"Then I'll leave the task of greeting them to you, Old Big O."

"How enthusiastic do you want it, good doctor? There's a kind of enthusiasm called 'AK I love you,' and another kind called 'RPG Mommy hug.' The highest level of hospitality is the 'drunk, body-snatching, heroin-dead girl package'; whatever cops encounter it, they're guaranteed to get diarrhea. Which move do you want me to use? The price varies, you know."

Damn, these are all moves aimed at taking lives. Truly worthy of an old black man.

However, Henry didn't intend to deal a deadly blow; he quickly said: "None of those high-level packages are needed. Find a few kids with no criminal records to play video games, eat pizza, and drink Coke inside the house; just let them return empty-handed. I'll give you an extra month's rent as payment for letting those kids play games."

"Aha, such a small matter; Old Big O will definitely handle it perfectly. Letting those kids have food and fun is really a bargain for them."

"If anyone isn't afraid of their dirty ass having something dug up by the FBI and wants to go eat, drink, and play, I have no objection."

"Hah, Old Big O's brothers are all very useful, and they also like to roam free outside. It would be a pity to let them sit in a jail cell."

"Yeah, I agree too. It's not a big deal; just mess with the cops a bit, no need to cause deaths. If it really blows up, I'll have to really hide."

Even though a red line was drawn, one shouldn't expect too much from this group of old blacks being controlled. Henry just wanted to express that if things exceeded a certain limit, they wouldn't even be able to find him anymore.

Stating things beforehand was to avoid, if things later spiraled out of control, being dragged out by these old blacks as a shield. Don't trust black brothers' integrity too much; do you know why AIDS spreads so fiercely?

"Rest assured. Leave it to Old Big O, and I'll definitely get it done well for you."

"Alright then, I'll put the money in the old spot. Two months' rent, with the extra month being your fee. Don't contact me for these two months."

"Haha, you know the score, good doctor. Leave everything to me." Amidst the noisy background sounds, Old Big O still produced the sound of patting his chest to guarantee.

Both sides then cut off the call.

It seemed the pile of money on the table now had another source; the rent for Old Big O's house could also be used. Henry counted out the full amount and put it into a brown paper envelope. In an instant, he ran to the black clinic and placed it in the usual spot for paying rent.

As long as he told that old black man beforehand, there was no need to worry about him forgetting to take the money; he would come as fast as possible. It seemed that old black man knew very well just how chaotic this neighborhood was. There were too many petty thieves for him to handle.

Henry didn't forget to take the summoning bell; not a single hint note remained. The secret inside the summoning bell, ordinary people probably wouldn't figure out anything from it, but he feared it would attract the attention of FBI agents.

For the next two months, the black clinic would suspend operations, and Henry would also take the opportunity to organize his medical experience and insights from the past half-year or so.

Just as he was thinking about how to start, the 'tabby cat' at home, Kitty, ran over and rubbed against Henry's pant legs. Without even needing to take out the unfinished tiger translator to test, Henry knew this was her way of expressing hunger.

He scooped up this somewhat heavy little tiger; its body length was about the length of Henry's forearm plus his palm, but the weight ratio was a bit off.

Henry couldn't help but suspect that by providing food openly, he was causing this little tiger to develop horizontally?

Even its fur color was raised by him to be shiny and lustrous. If it didn't grow into a great beast whose roar startled ten thousand people, but instead was raised by him into a tiger-pig, then his Kryptonian's lifelong reputation would be ruined by you, this pig.

"Little guy, looks like your exercise isn't enough. Well, bullying BB at home all the time really doesn't count as exercise. BB's exercise ability isn't good either, completely failing to serve as a good inducement. So, come with me on a trip."

Henry decided to take Kitty to the third of his three hiding spots: the Sheep Hollow Valley Laboratory.

(End of Chapter)