On weekend mornings, the Carter siblings went out together to repair the fence in the yard.
Mrs. Wood, who was diagonally opposite, came from a distance holding a trolley, stopped in front of the door, and said, "Last night, I saw Scott being picked up by a car."
Elena smiled: "Just right, he won't bother us."
Mrs. Wood is a nice lady, but a reminder: "You can't live without him."
Elena nodded: "He will be fine."
Mrs. Wood pushed the cart and slowly walked diagonally opposite.
Martin came out of the house carrying the toolbox, looked at the slightly worn wood in front of him, and began to give random instructions: "Hall, take your shovel to dig a hole. Harris, find a ruler to measure the height. Lily, help me." "
He found a handsaw and cut up the wood.
Suddenly someone blocked the sun.
Martin looked up and found it was Lily: "Idiot, what are you doing?"
Lily stretched out her hand: "You're as stupid as a pig, give me the saw quickly."
Martin remembered that Elena mentioned that Lily was the best at Carter's handwork. He handed over the hand saw and asked, "Can you do it?"
Lily sawed the wood skillfully and kept talking: "I can make it into your brother, exactly the same!"
Martin didn't tell her to shut up. Instead, he said, "I have a handicraft to do." Then he thought of Lily's age and said, "Forget it, you are not suitable."
Lily raised her voice: "Look how I saw this piece of wood into your brother!"
"You better not be bragging, idiot." Martin decided to find a companion for James: "If you can't do it, I will dig a hole in the backyard and bury you."
Lily blinked: "Then I'll listen to you fucking Elena every night."
With a whoosh, the broken rope thrown by Elena hit Lily on the head.
Lily quickly shut up and started working steadily.
Martin took the shovel and helped Hall dig the hole.
The body seems to have muscle memory and is particularly skilled at doing it.
It seems easy to dig a hole to bury someone.
After working for most of the morning, a wooden fence was erected in the missing part of the yard's barbed wire fence.
All the wood materials have unique shapes and stand upright in the earthen bed, as if they are restraining the earth.
Lily Carter's masterpiece.
Martin and Elena were tied up with ropes and connected to the barbed wire. Although it was not very beautiful, it was functional.
Mainly because I'm not afraid of thieves.
Scott should not be interested in worthless broken wood.
Martin washed his hands, got out of the car, and said, "Idiots, I'll treat you to lunch."
Elena and the four of them got in the car, and Martin drove to a nearby fried chicken and burger restaurant. The average price per person was five or six dollars, which was enough to make Lily and Hall, two idiots, until their eyes turned white and their mouths vomited.
After dinner, Harris bought some old magazines from a nearby bookstore.
Back at Carter's house, Martin sat on the sofa, casually pulled out a magazine, and said to Elena: "Calculate the rent."
Then, he turned and pointed at Lily: "Idiot, shut up!"
Lily's words were stuck in her throat, and she coughed. She tried to defend herself: "I didn't say anything."
Elena goes to find the ledger.
Martin flipped through the magazine, and what he picked up at random turned out to be an astronomy magazine. The page he turned to introduced a newly discovered star.
It seems like many new stars are discovered every year?
Martin picked up the magazine and waved it towards Harris: "Have you studied astronomy?"
Harris was reading a book seriously without raising his head: "Forgot? I am a member of the astronomy club. Don't ask me to introduce the stars to you, I am in a public middle school."
Elena came out of the bedroom with a notebook and said while flipping through it: "I don't know how Emma negotiated with Jack. The rent for half a year is $1,000."
Martin thought to himself that they must have talked about it in bed, and said, "I'll forward it to you on Monday."
Just like Fuck, Elena was never polite to Martin when he wanted to get up, and immediately stared: "Idiot, you want to imitate Jack the bastard and refuse to pay? This is until the end of March, it's almost June!"
Lily finally seized the opportunity: "Because you're a deadbeat, you'll feel better when he beats you."
The astronomy magazine was thrown out and hit Lily in the face. Martin simply said: "I'll give you $2,000."
Elena was very generous: "I don't want the interest."
"I have an appointment with friends this afternoon, you continue." Martin stood up and went out.
Elena picked up the clothes basket, followed Martin to the next door, and packed away the clothes Martin had changed.
The washing machine here was sold many years ago, and Martin's dirty clothes were washed at Elena's place.
Martin was already used to it, so he didn't say any nonsense, got in the car and drove to downtown Atlanta, where he came to the last coffee shop.
Buckley, a reporter from the "Atlanta Star", was already waiting here. When he saw Martin, he said, "I got some news."
Martin took out the $200 he had prepared and pushed it to Barkley: "This is yours."
Last time, Martin asked Monica's freelance journalist friend what the market price was for asking reporters for information and buying information.
Buckley put away the money and said: "In a few days, a director of the Atlanta Methodist Association, a man named Milton, will attend a press conference on a large-scale skills training. He is the strongest conservative opinion in the Methodist Association. leader."
He opened the bag, took out the collected information, and handed it to Martin: "The remarks that triggered the protest of the Women's Association - the view that women are just family subordinates and must follow the will of the family in terms of sex and reproduction were what he publicly stated."
Martin quickly scanned: "Has this person made more hard-hitting right-wing statements in the past?"
Buckley nodded: "Yes, he is a die-hard conservative element."
Martin went to see Milton's information. Of course, what Buckley provided was not secret, and most of it could be found by reporters.
One paragraph caught Martin's attention. Of Milton's three marriages, two failed because the woman cheated. When the woman filed for divorce, she gave an interview to the media and said that Milton was useless.
Martin thought for a while and said: "Barkley, my friend, I may need you to help me with a little help in the next few days."
Buckley looked at the money, and then at Martin's very civilized clothes, without any hesitation: "We are friends, and I will definitely help with this little help. If you need it any day, just give me a call. I will be on call."
Martin made a phone call gesture: "Wait for my call."
Buckley collected the money given by the civilized people and left the cafe in a happy mood.
I am just writing stories for tabloids, making money, not shabby.
Martin came to the club and went to the office to find Vincent: "Boss, I have carefully read various newspapers in Atlanta these days. The media no longer mentions the name of the House of Beasts, which is not conducive to the further expansion of the club's reputation."
Vincent got practical benefits from the publicity and was very concerned about it. He said: "We can't really sue the Methodist Church. Civil litigation will take a long time and cost a lot, so it's not worth it."
At the last press conference, Martin was so vocal in his accusations that he actually issued a lawyer's letter.
Martin said: "Boss, the Methodist Association took the initiative to trouble us last time. Why can't we take the initiative to trouble them? Let's go to the bastards of the Methodist Association to protest, and then call the media reporters."
"Let the media hype it up again?" Vincent thought it could be done: "Are you sure?"
Martin added: "I saved Kelly Gray, the director of the Women's Association last time. Ms. Gray hired me as a part-time social investigator for the Women's Association. We can borrow the name of the Women's Association."
Vincent thought of Martin's key role in the club's explosion and responded: "Yes, personnel costs will be calculated as hourly wages."
Martin thought to himself that it was indeed worthless to come to him on his own initiative.
