Jasper listened to the slightly startled greeting that came from the other end of the phone and laughed. “Mr. Langdon, are you free to make a trip to Waterhoof City? Let’s discuss a big business that could earn you a conservative estimate of at least one billion dollars. How does that sound?”
…
Thompson Golf Course in Harbor City.
A gold golf ball formed a gorgeous arc mid-air before rolling into a golf hole cup 30 meters away.
“You’re amazing, Mr. Atticus!” A gorgeous woman dressed in tight golf apparel praised Fabian.
Fabian let out a nonchalant smile. He had clearly grown accustomed to such flattery as he said in a lackadaisical manner, “That’s what you said last night too. I’ve always been amazing.”
The woman’s delicate face flushed as she protested coquettishly, “Oh, stop it, Mr. Atticus!”
While walking back to the teeing area, Fabian asked the middle-aged man who was holding his golf clubs for him, playing the role of his caddy.
“Any update on the task I entrusted you to do?”
The middle-aged man hurried forward and replied reverently, “It has been executed, Mr. Atticus. ICBS’ headquarters got back to us today. They have officially sent out the letter of rejection to the Waterhoof City branch today.”
Fabian’s face broke out in a grin as he said, “Not bad. Although I have no idea what Jasper Laine is up to, we’ll disrupt everything he intends to do.”
The middle-aged man responded in an ingratiating manner, “Yes, Jasper is probably still clueless as to who has ruined his plan. He must be so confused.
“What you’re doing is ingenious, Mr. Atticus. He might not even know that he has offended you even after all his plans are ruined.”
“He didn’t offend me, nor does he have the right to offend me. A friend from Coreana asked for my help. Besides…”
Fabian twitched his mouth and continued, “I hate the Laines, or anyone with surnames that begin with the letter L. Those with these surnames are the flies and vermin of this world.
“Keep a close eye on Jasper. If he takes any action, then we’ll continue to wreck his plans. Let’s see what he’s going to do about that. What can he, a Mainlander, possibly do? Raise the roof?
“We must let him know that he has yet to meet the real bigwigs of this world. He thinks he can rest easy just because he’s licking the Laws’ boots? If I, Fabian Atticus, want to lay a finger on him, nobody can stop me—not even the Laws!
“Ask someone to open up my precious bottle of Romani. I’m in a good mood today and a 200,000-dollar red wine would be perfect for such an occasion.”
“Yes, Mr. Atticus.”
…
The next day at Waterhoof City International Airport. A plane slowly landed.
After some time, Kayden Langdon walked out of the business aisle while dressed inconspicuously and with a rushed look on his face. Jasper, who came to pick him up personally, went forward to greet him.
“It’s been a while, Mr. Langdon,” Jasper greeted with a smile.
Kayden shook Jasper’s hands and joked, “You’re the second person in this world aside from my father who can get me to book an overnight flight with a single phone call. If I find out you’re lying to me about this business opportunity, I’m not going to let this slide for sure.”
Jasper laughed and said, “Is it worthwhile for me to get you to come this far just to play a prank on you, Mr. Langdon? Don’t worry, if I say that there’s a business opportunity, then there’s definitely a business opportunity. Besides, this business is one that will give you steady profits without suffering any losses.”
Under Jasper’s lead, Kayden got into a business car.
Once he sat down, he let out a meaningful smile and said, “When I first came out to do business, my father told me that there’s no business in this world that will give me steady profits without suffering some form of losses unless someone wants to gain even more from you.”
