Chapter 57: The Boss

Smith did not mention his specific location in Texas or even the city, but it didn't matter, there wouldn't be any problems.

Not everyone can see Smith, but for those who can and visit him at his home, Smith will give them the proper attention and treatment.

Especially for a young guy like Arthur, Smith knows how to handle it, he has too much experience.

So less than a minute after hanging up the phone, someone immediately called Arthur and worked out a detailed plan and route with him, then Arthur didn't have to worry about anything.

Arthur had an extremely difficult night, as he couldn't sleep due to nervousness, anxiety, and even a bit of fear.

As a young man in his twenties, Arthur's biggest wish before was to find a good job, but now he has to start his own business, and the decision to start a business was not made by himself, but rather he was pushed into it by the circumstances and many people behind him.

But Arthur will not miss this opportunity, without any special reason, he is just terrified of being poor, so he wants to make a lot of money, he wants to live in a mansion and drive a luxury car, so he must work hard, even if he was pushed into it, he has gotten an opportunity that most people can never get in their lifetime.

Frank brought Arthur into the PMC circle, and Danny pointed out a clear and straightforward path for Arthur, now it's up to Mr. Smith whether he is willing to give him a chance.

This beginning is indeed a bit dreamlike, but Arthur is afraid that he will end up like Frank, after working hard with great expectations for a long time, only to find that everything is just an illusion, so he will be expectant but also fearful, he will be nervous, but also look forward to meeting with Mr. Smith tomorrow.

The emotions are complex and difficult to express.

It wasn't until 4 or 5 a.m. that Arthur finally fell asleep, but at 8 o'clock he was woken up by the alarm clock, then he got up, washed up, put on what he thought was his most appropriate formal attire, and sat upright, trying not to wrinkle his clothes, waiting anxiously for someone to call him.

He sat upright waiting until 12:30 pm, when finally someone called Arthur, then Arthur adjusted his holster and walked out of the company's main entrance.

There was a car waiting outside, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, parked closest to the main entrance, and a professionally dressed driver with white gloves stood by the driver's side door, politely asking, "Are you Mr. Arthur?"

Arthur knew someone was coming to pick him up, but he didn't expect it to be like this, so his brain temporarily froze before he finally came to his senses and replied, "Yes, that's me."

The driver opened the car door and said politely, "Please."

Arthur was a bit dazed, and as he forced himself to calm down, his head accidentally bumped against the driver's hand blocking the door frame, if the driver hadn't put his hand there, Arthur's head would have hit the car door frame.

"Uh, thank you."

"No need to thank me, it's my honor."

The driver smiled gently and closed the car door as the electric door closed automatically. He then quickly walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat.

Once in the car, the driver didn't say a single extra word, just drove straight to the airport.

The holster was digging into Arthur's waist uncomfortably, so he moved it back a bit, and then he started to admire this luxury car that he had never sat in, no, never even dreamed of sitting in before.

Arthur felt that his clothes were not even worthy of this luxury car, which indeed made him feel a bit ashamed.

After about half an hour of driving, they arrived at the Los Angeles International Airport.

When the car stopped at the private jet terminal, it parked right in front of two people - a woman in a skirt suit and a man in a suit. The woman in the skirt suit then opened the car door and smiled, "Mr. Arthur, please get out. Do you have any personal luggage?"

Arthur was starting to feel a bit embarrassed. As he stepped one foot out of the car, he replied a bit hurriedly, "No, I don't have any luggage."

The woman was in her forties and was very beautiful, but her role in receiving him was not to entertain him with her charm. Mr. Smith's arrangement was not that vulgar.

Without any self-introduction, the woman slightly bowed and said, "Mr. Arthur, it's an honor to serve you. Your private jet is ready for takeoff, please follow me."

Arthur had been wondering how he could bring his gun on the plane, but now he understood.

Coming to the Los Angeles International Airport was only for one reason - this airport is the closest to Arthur, and although it is not a private airport, it has a private jet terminal. As long as he wants to, or more accurately, as long as Mr. Smith wants to, he can bring a door gun on the plane.

Arthur walked into the private jet terminal, without any stops or pauses along the way. He went through the VIP lane and directly boarded a Bombardier private jet.

Arthur didn't know the model of the aircraft, but he knew it was a plane he could never afford himself. The cabin had been customized, with only four seats - two in a more luxurious configuration and two in a slightly less premium setup.

A woman escorted Arthur onto the plane and guided him to sit in one of the most lavish seats. As she gently fastened his seatbelt, she spoke in a soft, calm tone, "Mr. Arthur, I will be attending to your travel needs. Please let me know if you require anything during the flight."

Arthur was a bit overwhelmed and his body stiffened noticeably as he nodded in acknowledgment.

Mary then smiled and asked, "Shall we take off now?"

"Yes, let's go," came the reply.

Mary went to the cockpit and spoke a few words, and the plane immediately started taxiing, taking off with hardly any delay.

Arthur didn't request anything, not even adjusting his seat to be more comfortable.

Once the plane had stabilized, Mary's footsteps could be heard approaching Arthur, rather than her sneaking up on him silently.

Arthur was impressed that her footsteps could be heard on the thick carpeting - a testament to her skill.

"Mr. Arthur, would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, a cold beverage, or perhaps something stronger? It's lunchtime now, so we can prepare burgers, sandwiches, pasta, or steak. Would you like to have something to eat?"

After a momentary pause, Arthur replied, "Uh, I'll have a cold cola and a burger."

"Very well, please wait a moment."

Soon, Mary returned with a can of cola, which she poured into a glass with a straw, placing the tray on the table in front of Arthur.

As Arthur took a sip, Mary immediately asked, "Would you like some ice?"

"No, thank you," Arthur responded.

"I'll go prepare your lunch then," Mary said with a smile.

This was truly a private flight, but Arthur felt quite uncomfortable, as he was being pampered.

The burger arrived quickly, and it was delicious - a far cry from the typical airplane meals Arthur had experienced before.

Whenever Arthur needed something, Mary would attend to him promptly. But when he didn't require her services, she seemed to disappear discreetly.

The attention to detail and level of service impressed Arthur, who wondered how much someone like Mary, who had perfected her job, might earn in a month. However, he felt too awkward to ask.

The plane landed in Houston at a private airfield, where a Rolls-Royce Phantom was waiting. After disembarking, Arthur only had to walk a few meters to reach the car.

The vehicle then left the airport, driving through Houston's traffic before arriving at a grand mansion. It was exactly 4:55 pm when they pulled up to the estate.

Through the gates, Arthur could see a massive fountain, surrounded by lush lawns. As the gates opened, a muscular man in a T-shirt and shorts stood waiting at the door of the mansion.

The car stopped, and a well-dressed bodyguard opened the door for Arthur. As Arthur stepped out, the man in casual clothing approached with open arms and a smile, "Hello, Mad Dog - or should I call you Arthur?"

At that moment, Arthur understood. For a young man with dreams of success, the lavish treatment he had experienced on this journey had shown him just how wealthy and powerful Smith truly was.

Smith didn't need to say anything - the journey had already demonstrated his wealth and influence. Now, Smith himself had come to greet Arthur, emphasizing the importance he placed on this meeting.

This was Smith's way of humbling himself, showing his eagerness to find talented people. It was a display of humility and respect.

Few young people could withstand such an impressive display of power and privilege. Arthur, though having some wisdom from the East, could not entirely resist Smith's tactics.

But even as he recognized Smith's strategy, Arthur was still overwhelmed. There was only one thought running through his mind: "The loyal serve their lord unto death."

Not everyone can become a true leader. Success has its reasons, and the great are truly formidable.