On the other side—
Joy Quinn called Howard Lynch: "Cousin, I really can’t translate those docunts. What should I do?"
She had been staying up for several nights and had only managed to translate so words. The sentences were broken and couldn’t co together into complete phrases.
"No worries, I anticipated this might happen, but we have to wait a little longer."
The docunts that Joy Quinn was struggling with had been attempted by Howard Lynch as well, but he hadn’t gotten anywhere either.
So, he had already taken photos of these docunts and uploaded them to the dark web, seeking help from the expert who previously assisted him in winning over the president of the ridia Language Association.
As for why he hadn’t told Joy Quinn, it was simply to keep up appearances around others, to let them know she was genuinely busy with the translations over the period.
"Wait for what?"
Joy Quinn pressed on.
However, Howard Lynch clearly didn’t want to tell Joy Quinn about the ridia language expert from the dark web, only saying, "Wait until I finish translating, and I’ll send it to you. In any case, the spot to study with the organization in ridia will be just for you."
Just as Howard Lynch made this promise, a notification popped up on his dark web task panel indicating soone had picked up the job.
Howard Lynch quickly clicked on the profile of the person who had accepted the task. It was indeed the sa expert, "I’m Your Dad"!
He had previously wanted to directly ask "I’m Your Dad" for help, but annoyingly, the account didn’t accept private ssages. So Howard Lynch could only post the task on the dark web, raising the offer to thirty million to draw more attention.
Turns out, the money was well spent.
See, "I’m Your Dad" noticed him and accepted the job, didn’t they?
"Should take at least two hours, right?"
Howard Lynch assud that these docunts were even more challenging than the last ti, and even for a genius like "I’m Your Dad," it shouldn’t be possible to translate them so quickly.
But half an hour later, he received a translated docunt.
At that mont, Howard Lynch was even more eager to et this genius.
So, when he transferred the paynt to the genius, he also added a ssage: "Genius, I really hope we can be friends. If it’s convenient, how about a al together?"
However, long after the ssage was sent, there was no reply.
Howard Lynch, unwilling to give up, clicked on the genius’ avatar on the dark web, only to find that they had already gone offline.
However, Howard Lynch wasn’t aware that July Quinn, after receiving the thirty million paynt, was solemnly looking at her own hand.
"Promise , don’t earn this kind of questionable money anymore!"
The cost of the free clinic’s dications wasn’t insignificant for the clinic.
Furthermore, most of her current liquid funds were tied up in Rhonda Hale’s casino, so expenses were a little tight.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have earned this money!
Once July Quinn transferred the money to the Serenity Clinic account, she was called by Shelly Cole to help choose a birthday gift for her father.
Century Center—
Shelly Cole linked arms with July Quinn, hoping July could offer so advice.
"July, what do you think about giving my dad a briefcase? He goes out early and cos back late every day, sotis we don’t see each other for days. If he carried the briefcase I gave him, he could think of all the ti."
"Sure, I think that store’s briefcases are quite nice."
July Quinn casually pointed at the n’s leather goods counter she had just noticed.
"You go take a look first, I’ll go to the restroom."
"Alright, but hurry back. I’ll pick a few styles, and you can help decide later."
Shelly Cole turned towards the leather goods counter while July Quinn headed to the nearby restroom, only to unexpectedly run into Shelly Cole’s father, Franklin Yates, on her way out...
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