50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 355 You want to kidnap his daughter?
Now he needs to think carefully about how to get that stubborn old man to give up his obsession with finding a big gold mine and go home to retire.

People in their seventies should be at home taking care of their grandchildren; the younger generation can handle treasure hunting and mineral exploration.

"Clark, have you known old Collins for many years?"

"Yes, boss, both my hometown and Old Collins's are in Kansas. When I first started out as a miner, I worked at Old Collins's mine."

"At that time, he only had a dozen or so miners, and the tools were very rudimentary."

"Later, I came here to develop my career, but I never lost contact with him. We still drink together often now."

"Do you know anything about his family situation?" Sun Zhiwei asked.

"His home? I know. His wife has passed away, and he has a daughter who is married and lives in San Francisco."

"Does he have a grandson?" If he doesn't have a grandson, a grandson from a mother's side will do. In short, he has to do everything he can to get this old man home to hold his grandson.

"Yes, yes, I have a grandson who is probably in the 7th grade this year."

"However, he spends most of his time at the mine, and it seems that his relationship with his daughter is not very good."

No wonder things are going well. Nobody likes a stubborn old man who's never home. Besides, his mother has passed away, so his daughter will definitely blame him.

“Poor old man, do you know his daughter’s address? I’ll go and gather some information.”

"Um, BOSS, are you planning to kidnap his daughter to threaten old Collins?" Karak asked Sun Zhiwei with some concern.

Sun Zhiwei looked at Clark speechlessly: "What's wrong with your thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Clark stared at him without saying a word, his thoughts unreadable.

"I just wanted to find out about his daughter's situation, and then try to persuade that stubborn old man to go home and take care of his grandson by appealing to his family ties."

"Okay, I misunderstood. I'll give you his daughter's address now." After receiving the address, Sun Zhiwei glared at him fiercely.

"Let me use your car."

"Oh, okay, boss. My car is that blue pickup truck on the east side."

Driving Clark's pickup truck, Sun Zhiwei spent more than an hour getting to San Francisco and found the home of Annie, the daughter of old Collins, by following the address.

He learned about Annie's situation by chatting with community staff.

Her life is not good now. Her ex-husband was an alcoholic and often beat her. She is now divorced and living alone with her son.

In the United States, being a single mother is not an easy thing.

Because she had to work several jobs, she left early and returned late every day, and had very little interaction with her neighbors.

The community didn't even know she had an elderly father who was still alive.

Anne's son, Norman, is currently in seventh grade at the community high school and is introverted.

Having learned the basic situation, Sun Zhiwei returned to his car. Before he could figure out what to do, he saw Annie finish her morning work and return home.

Anne was wearing a work uniform, and her steps were a little slow. You could tell from her appearance that she was very tired.

A little while later, a child carrying a schoolbag slowly walked into Anne's house; that must have been her son, Norman.

The thought that it was not a good idea for a strange man like himself to visit a single woman with a child made him stay in the car without moving.

About an hour later, Annie saw Norman off at the door and helped him tidy his clothes and schoolbag.

After thinking for a moment, he drove after little Norman, wanting to see how the boy was doing at school.

The community high school wasn't far from Annie's house. Ten minutes later, Norman arrived near the school, with Sun Zhiwei following behind in his car at a distance.

Suddenly, two big boys ran out from the alley next door, grabbed Norman, and dragged him into the alley.

Sun Zhiwei quickly accelerated and drove the car to the alley entrance, then jumped out of the car. Just as he reached the alley entrance, he heard sounds coming from inside the alley.

"Hurry up and hand over your change for today, or I'll beat you up again."

"Slap! Hurry up, are you a puppet?"

"Is that all the money you have? Is there anything else?"

"You're useless. You can't even get pocket money. What good are you?"

"beat him."

Seeing that little Norman had been slapped twice, Sun Zhiwei stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's none of your business, get out of here." Wow, quite arrogant for such a young age.

Sun Zhiwei wasn't going to tolerate these school bullies, so he went up and slapped each of them.

The two slaps left the two school bullies dazed and confused, leaving clear red and swollen handprints on their faces.

The two little rascals knew they'd run into a tough opponent, so they quickly got up and ran away. Sun Zhiwei followed and kicked each of them in the butt.

Little Norman huddled in the corner, watching Sun Zhiwei chase away the two school bullies, his eyes filled with envy and satisfaction.

"How are you, young man? Can you still stand up?"

"Yes, thank you for your help." Little Norman's voice was soft and weak, making him sound easy to bully.

Sure enough, women just can't handle children; little Norman doesn't act like a boy at all. There still needs to be a man in the house.

"Young man, you're very polite. What's your name?"

“My name is Norman, Norman Collins.” Taking my mother’s last name is good.

"If you have nothing else to do, hurry up and go to school, it's almost time for class."

"Ah, thank you, sir. I'm off. Goodbye." Little Norman jumped up in a flash, grabbed his schoolbag, and ran off.

Watching young Norman's departing figure, Sun Zhiwei felt even more confident about persuading old Collins tomorrow.

Having obtained the chips he wanted, he didn't linger there any longer. Instead, he went directly to a California bank to rent a safe deposit box and then drove straight back to the mining area.

The next morning, Clark and Sun Zhiwei arrived at the South Chase mining area with two bottles of whiskey and some cooked food.

Old Collins had received a call in advance and was already waiting for them at the door.

Clark greeted him from afar: "Hi, Collins, how are you?"

"He's not dead yet. Drive in, don't block the way."

“Mr. Collins, I have come to visit as promised. Look, I have brought some fine wine.”

Old Collins gave him a slight smile because of the good wine, but Sun Zhiwei didn't mind.

After entering the mining area, the three arrived at old Collins's residence, which also served as his office.

The office was small, with mining equipment and supplies hanging on the walls, along with maps of the surrounding area, and his ever-present long-barreled shotgun.

Sun Zhiwei placed the wine and meat on the table in the room, and the three of them quickly took their seats, each taking a sip before starting to chat.

Midway through, Sun Zhiwei casually mentioned the matter of buying the mining area, but was immediately rejected by old Collins.

Under his deliberate guidance, the conversation turned to family. Old Collins, feeling the effects of the alcohol, began to speak affectionately about his wife and daughter.

Sun Zhiwei waited a while before suddenly interjecting, "Collins, you're not a good husband."

(End of this chapter)