On the Morrow,
Immediately after breakfast, Adrian and his siblings went to the yard for their morning exercises. The first ran 10 laps around the house. Then they did some push ups and also squats. Adrian performed some pull ups with a make shift bar in the yard.
After that came gun practice. With each of the siblings holding a toy gun uncannily similar to the real deal.
In front of them were makeshift targets for practice. The each shot at the targets, taking turns to find out the winner of the their little competition.
Safe to say, Adrian bested both of them with his hit rate at 97%. Vivian's was at 90%. While Pierce's was at 95%.
Of course these scores were made with the toy guns as the reference object. If it came to reals guns, Adrian would not be sure about that rate score anymore.
Afterwards, they all freshened up and went to their respective doings. Adrian walked towards the living room were his computer was.
Together with the equipments for the basement, Adrian also ordered books and lots of them. Books like chemistry for Cindy, mechanic 101 for Sebastian, and programming books for himself.
Adrian knew how important programming was in the future. Practically everything in the future was done by AIs with computers ant the center. And programmers had a huge role to play in other to make it possible.
During the past year, Adrian read various books on computer programming. He also learned some programming languages such as,.python, java, c++, c+. And he was on the process of learning, machine learning and assembly language. Binary would come later.
Sometimes if he could afford it, that month he would watch some U-tube tutorials.
The world of technology is at its Middle ages here in 2015. Various foundational technologies that will lay the ground for future high techs were being invented now.
Across the world the internet was booming and with that boom came an explosion of opportunities. Many did not yet see the advantage but Adrian wished to explore and capitalize on the full extent of the internet.
And with the knowledge in hand, he could. But lack of resources held him back. For now he would put this project on hold. To be given to his future self.
In the evening, coming down into the basement was Adrian. He took in the sight of his headaches for the past few months.
Nothing really changed in the IGR. Everything remain partly the same except. In the vases you could see towering plants. A culmination of branches,flowers,leaves and others came together to form beauty at its peak.
The five leafed plants sprouted everywhere after finning. Which was the process of cutting the original sapling and in its place would rise four others thereby quadrupling the harvest. But it was not that simple.
Moving towards a corner, Adrian rummaged through large hips of boxes which contained small plastic bags filled with what looked like dryed leaves.
Growing the plant was not the only step tothe production of marijuana. Leaves, stems,flowers. They all had to be dryed adequately.
Drying these components were not easy for the Sinclairs. As they had to remain vigilant at all times in case of the police or local thugs passing by. But they succeeded in carrying it out.
After the drying process, they transferred them into small plastic bags with seals. They graded the prices according to the size of the bag or, the quality of the dried weed.
The bags had 3 sizes. Small, which would go for about a 50dollars. Medium, which would go for a 150dollars and then large, going for 300dollars. Quite the expensive bunch.
They were packaged in boxes which Adrian negotiated with a local company to aquire.
A small box contained 18 small sized packets of 'zaz'. A medium box carried in it 9 packs of medium sized 'products'. As for the large package, it had 5 packs of large sized 'products'.
Adrian could have stuffed more packs in the boxes but, that would make it harder to transport secretively.
He then took some small sized bags. Stuffing them into a duffel bag, he left the basement.
After which he said goodbye to his siblings before going out. He traveled round the district looking for bars to strike a deal with.
Reaching the first club, the sign read [Castle in the sky]. Nobody told Adrian but he knew right away after reading that sign the this was going to be a smoking joint.
Paying double the entrance fee as minors were not allowed here, he went straight towards the bartender.
The club on its own was a small medium sized club. Looking around, a DJ booth hung at the center of an elevated dance floor that lighted up tiles. Leaning on the right side was a bar with drinks showcased behind a glass cabinet. On the opposite side were sitting arrangements for customers. Some sat with their friends or partner, lovers and much more.
Adrian surveyed the room picking up on the minute details. One in particular struck him well and he smiled seeing that.
He moved towards the left to the bar. Sitting on a stool, he called for the bartender.
When the bartender came over Adrian smiled and with a Charming smile said.
"Best wishes to your evening sir, how work?"
The bartender was weirded out by the kid who couldn't just say 'good evening' he had to go all sophisticated and shit. But he still replied with a smile.
"Yo. Works been fine"
Adrian picked up on the subtle wry tone of the man and his smile widened.
"Am sorry for disturbing. My name is Adrian and I would like to see your boss. I have some exquisite items for him. Maybe we could cash out a deal."
While saying the 'exquisite items', Adrian who had his index and middle fingers together, brought them towards his mouth as a kind of signal.
The bartender quickly caught on though he was still skeptical.
His thoughts were confirmed when he saw the duffel bag on Adrian shoulder. He rejoiced inwardly but outside he kept a suspicious countenance. He leaned in closer and warned
"I hope you are not playing with me. Little man"
Adrian said nothing. Bringinh forth his duffel bag, he opened it and brought out a small bag sample stealthily.
"This is just a sample. If your boss likes it, I will supply more of them".
The bartender nodded finally after confirming the good. He smiled,then requested in a polite voice that Adrian follow him.
"Right this way. I will take you to the boss"
They moved down a small corridor hallway where they stopped at an office at the end of it.
The bartender knocked twice before a gruff and tired voice answered.
"Who is it"
"Boss it's me" the bartender replied.
"There's someone here to see you he came with some 'goods' and would like to chat"
He further explained
For a moment,there was shuffling on the other end before the boss answered back with some hope in his voice.
"Send them in"
Adrian took that as his cue. He opened the door. And went inside.
Entering in, he saw a middle-aged man with balding hair behind the office desk. Dark bags were under his eyes. His eyeballs had visible red veins like creeks flowing in them. He looked like he had not gotten any sleep for a week.
Once he saw Adrian, he wasted no time in saying.
"Sit down. My name is Nelson Peterson. I own this club. Let me see the goods and if possible, I would like to have a sample. If I like it, we could sign up a deal right here and now"
Adrian knew the reason why he was so desperate for some weed. but he still obliged.
"Mr Nelson, my name is Adrian. I bring with me just a small sample of my stash. Have a go at it"
Nelson wasted no time. He took some marijuana. wrapped it in a special paper he brought from the desk drawer and lit it with a lighter.
Taking a deep inhale, his eyes rolled into his head losing himself into ecstasy.
He could not help but sigh loudly with joy when he came back. And with an Anxious voice, he requested.
"This is many times more better than my normal supplies. Boy where did you get thi- you know what, scratch that. Can I get more of this"
Adrian smiled as he heard the request. The little detail he observed at the beginning, was the lack of weed smokers. Almost every bar in this district had someone who supplies in wholesale and then someone who retails. 'castle in the sky' seems to have lost both these personnels.
And our beloved Mr Nelson here, was a weed addict. It looks like something happened to his supplyer. And his delivery was delayed. Causing him to be anxious. Just when he was about to go berserk, Adrian appeared at his door like a golden Angel.
And his product was more that ten times better than his supplyer's own. He just had to get his hand on it.
Adrian had no qualms with this oddly favourable arrangement. He negotiated happily.
"Mr Nelson, my team and I can supple this top quality product to you every Wednesday. It also comes in a variety of sizes with corresponding price tags." Adrian added.
Mr Nelson, still enjoying his 'zaz' could not bother to negotiate with Adrian. He brought out a hundred dollar note from his Brest pocket and gave it to Adrian. He then shooed him away.
"Go go away. I want them. Three boxes of each size"
Adrian took the money and still with that smile, he stood up and bid his farewell.
"Thank you sir. And please enjoy. Your highness."
With that, his business secured it's first customer. Although it was not a big deal, it would suffice for now.
A box of small sized packed Mary's lamb, could go for 900dollars. The medium sized would go for 1350dollars. As for the large size, it would go for 1500dollars.
This deal alone would get him, 6900dollars.
Such sweet cash. Adrian drooled while thing of the cash. He could practically smell it.
On the Morrow, it would be Wednesday. The first of many supplies would be done.
Adrian exited the bar after concluded on the time schedule and other logistics with the bartender and also bidding him farewell.
He was given a free pass to the bar any time.
With a content smile, Adrian continued his journey towerds another bar.
Sigh, this night was going to be a long one.