"The Bible says, 'What thou askest of me, I shall grant,'" Tommy let out a light-hearted laugh, his face became even brighter than the sunshine outside the window in an instant. He turned to Delia and asked:
"Where is he? I can't wait to meet this high-level black man."
"He? Maybe he's defending black criminals in court, gaining fame... and cash." Delia snuffed out her cigarette butt on the glass, leaving an unsightly ash stain, "He's not just greedy with you, he's like that with everyone. Sometimes he seems rather unattractive, like this ash stain. I'm also curious, why do you want to find a black man like him, when you could get a loyal black manager who is willing to be your puppet and obey you?"
"I'm not looking for a puppet, I'm looking for an opportunity," Tommy stretched out his finger and gently wiped off the cigarette stain, making the window clean again.
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