The Hero
Chapter 250 Because I'm a Poor Bastard
Chad's candidate is a nearly fifty-year-old man named Trevor Hammond. Javier had heard of him before on the news. He used to be the leader of one of the national local car manufacturing companies. He was later reported on charges of bribery and fraud that led to him taking a year-long sabbatical while under investigation.
No incriminating evidence has ever emerged, but this has hurt his position at the company. His career nosedived, and he lost his leadership role.
Javier quickly lifted the scandal, which Chad responded to by saying, “No. There was a civil war inside the company at the time. The entire investigation was meant to bring him down..”.
He's filling Javier. Apparently, Trevor was a determined and courageous reformer. The kind of maverick whose massive reforms sooner or later will stir up some of his counterpart's metaphorical "cheese. Not surprisingly, when political wars break out for power and profit, it is his enemies who win easily.
“I tell you, Mr. Kersey, this guy is really great. He was still working abroad for an international company when I first met him, and friend, he has been a brave maverick ever since. All the details and information can be searched online, so go ahead and check for yourself.”
Javier trusts Chad's recommendation, but he still needs to do a background check on this "maverick" character. Usually if there is smoke, there must be fire.
He leaves Chad's office and begins to check the black market on his phone, setting up a background check on one Trevor Hammond. It only took half a day for the results of the investigation to flow: Trevor was pretty good as most people expected.
It was the board of directors around him, the people who launched an investigation against him, who were corrupt. Trevor's exclusion from central power meant that even though he was corrupt, he would have no chance to act.
As for the reform he suggested back then, it turned out to be about green energy. He has told his company to step to the forefront of green energy development and research before anyone else. However, the higher-ups had opposed it. Some oppose it just to coat their pockets. Some people do not believe that green energy is really useful.
However, the future has proven that Trevor is right. Had the myopic Luddites supported Trevor's vision instead of blocking his path, their company could have been one of the biggest players in the electric vehicle market.
In other words, Trevor Hammond - a free-thinking visionary bound for the stage and legacy he deserves - is the kind of talent Javier needs to carve out a mark in the automotive industry.
After Chad contacts the man, Javier drives his car and runs to meet his latest genius.
The storm in his life had made Trevor a lone wolf with little ambition. He was still in his forties but spent his life as if he was much older. He played chess and gardening in his yard, which were the usual days of his life. Anything bolder than that would only involve him buying groceries at the supermarket.
Javier came just in time. She had just returned from the supermarket, her hands full of green vegetables and toiletries. After the self-introduction, Javier asked sharply, “It's not worth it that a genius's hand just lifted a grocery bag, is it?”
Trevor takes out a pack of cigarettes and hands one to Javier before turning on another one for himself. It was indeed a cheap cigarette, but Trevor seemed to like the taste.
“Jenius what? No genius here, ”he replied. “In addition, my life is pretty good. I got food on the table, I got cheap beer; I live like I'm retired, man. I do not have any**** to give. Am I not free?”
Javier chuckles. “You really believe that?”
Resktor considering. "So what if it's not true?"
Javier's reply was direct. "There's nothing. I'm here to satisfy my pleasure. Just wanted to see how hard the mighty 'green energy visionary' had fallen. I wonder if he even tried to make his own lunch. ”
Trevor picked up his groceries. "Mystery solved. He's doing.
Javier nods. "And now I wonder if I can eat too."
"Wow. You are greedy like a crow.”
“No. I want to be more like a vulture. It's more like that. But I don't know if I'm allowed to do that.”
Trevor let the conversation die. He lifted his shopping bag and went inside, Javier behind him. After inviting his guests to sit on the sofa,
Not bad. It was a roomy house with electronic equipment in the high-end market, and even the sofa was a custom-made high-quality fumiture. But Javier knows that all this money comes from Trevor's wife, Libby Lepore, who owns a modest boutique factory. Had Trevor been alone, he wouldn't even have the money to buy a pack of cheap cigarettes.
While he waited, the front door opened and a forty-year-old woman stepped in.
Her makeup looks more painted than applied. Everything was exaggerated, and he looked like a giant bleeding from his lips. If one stared at his mouth long enough, one would start to panic.
Still, since the woman had the keys to Trevor's house, she had to be his wife. Libby Lepore glanced at Javier and said, "You're Trevor's friend?"
He nodded and stood up, smiling. “Happy to meet you, Mrs Hammond! I'm Javanese,”
Javier couldn't even finish his greeting, as Libby cut him off. “Trevor has guests! Who would have thought, amirite? You didn't come here to learn how to shop for groceries from her, did you?
However, his tone made it clear that Javier was not the target of his attack.
The target is actually the man in the kitchen
Javier did not continue. He didn't seem to want her to finish her sentence.
With his handbag still slung over his shoulder, Libby unzipped the bag and took out 160 dollars before throwing it on the table. A light breeze blew through the open window nearby, and the money scattered before falling back to the floor.
Libby didn't even see the money.
Hearing the commotion, Trevor came out of the kitchen and immediately faced his open attack. “Oh, nice to see you here, you're wasting space. Can't believe I have to raise useless children and adults! Why can't you just go to work? Hey, how about you work as a mall cop, huh? You can at least get 300 dollars or more, for God's sake!” he was angry, “The only reason I survived by supporting a useless person like you is for the sake of our son. You would have slept on the streets long ago if it wasn't for our son!”
He did not even show the slightest respect to Trevor. Javier was just an observer, yet even he was embarrassed by witnessing the ordeal. Libby really.
He turned quickly to Trevor, expecting him to yell at him for disrespecting him and showing him the same manly spirit. Instead, Trevor seemed unfazed and calm. “You know, Xanthippe also often nagged and attacked her husband. And her husband is Socrates.”
Libby couldn't help but let out a shrill laugh.
“Yes my God, you're not just-you just compared yourself to Socrates ?! All the cheap cigarettes you smoke definitely contain something else because you keep growing further and further away from reality, right? Socrates, *ss-me. You really like yourself as the smartest man alive right now? Please tell me Julius Caesar is coming knocking on your door, inviting the smartest man in the world on an adventure to conquer the world, and then turn you over to fuck you so hard that his soldiers will sing about your screeches as they march! How's that for reality check?
Lord. No wonder her lips are so red. With such a cold and hard tongue, he undoubtedly drank the blood of his victims to drink tea. He let out Trevor's entrails so hard, the man had nothing to say.
Javier inevitably asks, "If you hate him so much, Mom, why aren't you two divorced?"
It may be just as spicy and inappropriate for a stranger like Javier to ask such a question, but Javier is very confused by what he sees.
Libby hates Trevor. So why not split up?
Trevor himself was always stabbed by this rat. Again, why not split up?
Libby replied first, “Because my son stopped me! Otherwise, I will kick this useless dead weight into the road!”
Trevor followed up with his own answer - which was so pragmatic that it landed right in a region of undignified helplessness. “Because I'm a very poor bastard
