After another wasted day, Sam Witwicky, who had returned home early, ignored the questions of the two little Transformers and lay alone in bed, thinking. He was thinking about Wesley's words, which were like the whispers of demons that kept ringing in his ears.
He didn't think about why this guy knew so much, and he had no intention of reporting it. Instead, he thought about what had happened to him. His last girlfriend had broken up with him, and although she had found him well, she was in a very bad mood after being dumped. They had experienced life and death.
And now he had to wait for his girlfriend to give him lunch money every day, and he was constantly busy and running around for a job. Why didn't the damn United States government let him go to Washington? Once Bumblebee left, he didn't come back. Maybe he wasn't very happy with himself? He was a warrior, and he was only fit to drive an old car.
Irritated. Incredibly irritated. He pulled the blanket over his head, not wanting to think about these things, but he was still very wary of Wesley. The man's background was a little mysterious.
However, life still had to go on. This sentence made him feel very helpless. He went to the interview every day and then came back disappointed. In the end, his parents arrived early and caught him off guard.
He felt really embarrassed. He had graduated from an Ivy League university and now he couldn't find a job. Even his car had turned off again. He felt that everyone was against him. There was no other way. With the help of his parents, he began to interview continuously again. However, today he encountered good luck.
A telecommunications and aerospace company, the board member of Akhtar Systems, actually gave him a letter of recommendation. Sam Witwicky was very puzzled by this, and the result made him even more dissatisfied. It was not an administrative assistant, but a job of odd jobs.
He had already stood up to leave, but the interviewer stopped him. "Child, everyone starts out like this, but as long as you are willing to work hard, your future will be different in two years."
After an extremely torturous internal struggle, Sam Witwicky finally decided to accept it. A job as a handyman, but at least now he could answer to his parents and girlfriend.
He had kept the business card Wesley had given him. He didn't know why he had left it behind, and now he couldn't think too much about it. He had a busy day, constantly moving through all the floors of the company, delivering various office supplies and materials to those who needed them, and then preparing the documents for the meeting. That was his daily job.
He felt like a spinning top. He majored in geopolitics and should have dealt with the government on behalf of the company and then fought for government funding. Now he was like a newspaper boy delivering newspapers.
"Hey, Sam." The girlfriend is visiting, and she's a very attractive girlfriend. But the bad news is that his girl owns a Mercedes sports car. It's a gift from her boss. It's an employee benefit.
Sam Witwicky looked at his girlfriend speechlessly. "200,000 dollars and he gave you a $200,000 car? Let's sell it and buy a house!" The things that happened every day upset him, but he was still holding back. He needed a peaceful life and a job, and everything was going well now.
After sending his girlfriend away, another strange guy came to him. However, although it was strange, Sam Witwicky heard everything he said very clearly. The Decepticons had returned and a piece of scattered information had just been handed to him. Then the strange guy fell down the stairs and the Laser Bird began to chase him.
He had no choice but to go to the joint secret base of the Autobots and the United States. But at the door, he was stopped and held at gunpoint. He was extremely irritable. He wrestled with a guard and snatched the radio speaker, then shouted for a bumblebee.
It was only when Hornet appeared that Sam Witwicky's mood improved a little. However, in the end, he sent the information but was still chased away by the director of the National Security Agency.
All the suppressed dissatisfaction erupted in an instant. Bumblebee wanted to send him away, but he refused. He drove his girlfriend home in his old car and walked alone on the street.
A business card was crumpled in his hand. Sam Witwicky hesitated, then finally took out his phone and dialed the number on it.
"Hello?" Wesley's voice came.
"I… I'm Sam, Sam Witwicky. I want to know why you're looking for me?" Sam asked with difficulty. A series of bad things made him finally want to do something, and Wesley laughed silently on the other end of the phone.
"Good, Sam, you finally decided. So let's meet now. I'll pick you up and tell me your location."
In a quiet alley, Wesley slowed the car to a stop and got out. Sam Witwicky got up and got out of the car. "Why did you bring me here?" After they met, Wesley chose this quiet alley.
"You saved the world twice, but at the end of the day, you are just an ordinary person. So now I will make you extraordinary. What do you think?" Wesley said with a smile and then used the watch controller to make the sports car start to change shape.
There was a unique sound. The sports car began to change shape and then turned into a tall metal robot. "Whoa…" Sam took a few steps back in fear. "Are you the Decepticons?" This was his first reaction.
"Calm down and see clearly," Wesley said with a smile.
Sam Witwicky calmed down and took a closer look. The robot stood motionless, not at all like a Transformer, as if it were lifeless. "What is this?"
"How about the Transformers I made? They don't have life and are driven by humans. How about that?"
"This is impossible. How can it be?" Sam Witwicky said as he walked up and touched the metal body of the robot. The cold made him very calm. It was true. "How to drive?" he asked.
Wesley used the controller to open the cockpit again and then stood on it. The mental connection was complete and the airframe merged. Then the robot's eyes lit up and the electronic voice said, "How is it, Sam? Do you believe me now?" Wesley started walking and then changed shape again and reverted to a sports car. Wesley was sitting in the driver's seat.
"I can't believe it, but why did you want to see me?" Sam Witwicky hurriedly sat in the passenger seat and asked incredulously.