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This call was made to Fabian Vincent.

Because Bridget Goodman was one of Fabian Vincent's protégés.

On the phone, Bridget Goodman reported in detail the events that had occurred today.

Especially the issues concerning the Starlight Night Market.

After speaking.

Fabian Vincent on the phone was silent for a long time, then said, "Okay, you've done well. With Dirk Carter's personality, he won't ignore this matter. When the conflict arises with Kanes Bates, regardless of who wins or loses, it's beneficial for us."

"Don't worry, leader, I will keep an eye on this matter,"

Bridget Goodman said.

Fabian Vincent said, "Not only keep an eye on it, but also add some fuel to the fire appropriately. It's not convenient for me to step in on this matter; you're the perfect person to handle it."

"Okay, leader, I understand."

The call was disconnected.

Bridget Goodman felt a bit smug.

It was clearly a bad thing.

But it turned into a good thing for him.

And it's a win-no-loss situation.

Just as Fabian Vincent said, no matter who wins or loses, it's a good thing.

Dirk Carter goes without saying.

Kanes Bates, in secret, is also one of Herman Bates's people.

Such an advantage in a conflict of interest is not common.

On the way back from sending the old man home,

the old man told Dirk Carter that he was from Sandport Town in Goldridge County, Rexton City, and his name was Ace Levin.

He had a son and a daughter.

The son passed away three years ago from liver cancer, leaving a mountain of debt.

The daughter-in-law couldn't bear the burdens of life and ran away.

The daughter married far away, and her situation isn't good either.

Now it's just him and his grandson relying on each other for survival.

He grows some watermelons in Sandport Town, and when they ripen, he hires a tractor to bring a load to Rexton City for sale, which takes several days. The money he makes is for his grandson's tuition and living expenses after school starts.

Although they live plainly, they can manage.

But recently, the city management has been cracking down more strictly on street vendors.

This has made it difficult to sell his melons, and many in the last batch went bad. If it weren't for Dirk Carter's help today, he probably wouldn't be able to gather the tuition for his grandson this year.

Under a remote bridge in Silvercrest District.

Dirk Carter and Arlo Yarbrough met Ace Levin's ten-year-old grandson, Bobby Levin, along with the neatly stacked unsold watermelons.

Ace Levin told Dirk Carter.

During the day, they rest under the bridge.

At night, he goes out to sell the melons, and his grandson Bobby stays under the bridge to watch over the remaining melons.

In such scorching weather, along with the buzzing mosquitoes, Dirk Carter really couldn't imagine how they endured these days.

He felt a bit distressed.

He said, "Sir, I'll buy all these watermelons."

"No, no, leader, that's too much. You can't finish them all, they'll rot. If you like them, take a few, I won't charge you."

"Sir, my friend runs a restaurant, and she regularly needs to order a lot of watermelons. She'll buy them somewhere, so you sell them to me, and I can even make a small profit."

Upon hearing this,

Ace Levin's eyes lit up.

He asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Arlo, arrange a vehicle and people to come over and transport them to Zoey Moss's restaurant. She'll definitely need watermelons over there."

Dirk Carter said to Arlo Yarbrough.

Arlo Yarbrough nodded.

He said, "Okay, I'll arrange it now."

Then,

Dirk Carter opened his bag, took out a wad of money, totaling ten thousand yuan, and stuffed it into the old man's hand, asking, "Sir, is this enough money?"

"No, no, it's too much, really too much. There are only a few hundred pounds here; a few hundred yuan is enough."

Ace Levin hurriedly declined.

Dirk Carter pulled out one thousand yuan and asked, "This amount should be okay, right?"

Only then did the old man accept it.

Holding the money,

the old man was very emotional.

He quickly called his grandson over to bow in gratitude.

Dirk Carter quickly stopped Bobby Levin.

He said, "Child, study hard, and when you grow up, be filial to your grandfather, okay?"

"Yes, I understand,"

Bobby Levin replied sensibly.

After a few more exchanges, Dirk Carter took his leave.

About twenty minutes later,

a pickup truck and a few people arrived to move all the watermelons.

As the weather changed rapidly and it looked like rain, Dirk Carter also arranged a car to take the grandfather and grandson back to their home in Goldridge County.

When the grandfather and grandson returned home, they saw that it was already midnight.

Ace Levin told his grandson to go to sleep.

At this moment, Bobby Levin felt his pocket, was stunned, and took out a wad of money, shouting, "Grandpa, look."

Ace Levin froze in place.

Wasn't this the wad of money Dirk Carter had taken out earlier?

How did it end up in his grandson's pocket?

He realized.

It must have been Dirk Carter who discreetly put it in when he held Bobby Levin. He couldn't help but feel his eyes well up with tears...

Early the next morning,

as soon as Dirk Carter arrived at the office, he received a notification: due to continual heavy rains upstream of the Wyvern River and the imminent heavy rains in Rexton City, the region would face the worst flood in twenty years.

All units were required to attend the province-wide flood prevention and emergency response teleconference.

After the meeting ended at 10 o'clock,

Dirk Carter received another notice: the leadership team of the municipal government and heads of other departments and districts were to gather immediately in the conference room for an emergency flood prevention meeting.

At the meeting,

Fabian Vincent first elucidated the severity of the coming flood.

He asked all departments to make full preparations for flood prevention before the rains arrived.

Additionally, members of the municipal government leadership had to go down to various districts and main departments to provide guidance.

After assigning tasks to the districts and departments, only Goldridge County, with the most severe geological disasters, was left.

Goldridge County, with its hilly terrain, was most likely to experience landslides and mudslides. More critically, as it was located close to the Wyvern River, it had the weakest infrastructure and was the first to face the threat of the flood.

No other deputy mayors wanted to go to such a place.

After all, any mistake could result in losing their cap.

When Goldridge County was mentioned,

all the deputy mayors lowered their heads.

At that moment, Kanes Bates stepped up and said, "The responsibility of flood prevention in Goldridge County is immense, and a very experienced person is needed to oversee the command there. Mayor Vincent, I heard that Dirk Carter, while working in Serenity State, had successfully responded to a landslide before. I think sending him to Goldridge County is the most suitable."

Dirk Carter was indeed a member of the municipal government leadership team.

But he had just arrived in Rexton City.

Logically, he shouldn't be sent on this flood prevention mission.

However, Kanes Bates's proposal received approval from other leadership members.

Experience was a reasonable argument, but more importantly, no one else wanted to go, making Dirk Carter the inevitable choice.

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