After saying goodbye to Rossi and Reid, Jack rushed back to Los Angeles overnight. His originally planned five-month training period had been extended to eight months, essentially a year's absence, and it was now mid-January 2020.
Returning to Los Angeles, he felt quite emotional. In less than two years, he had gone from an LAPD street patrolman to an FBI agent — it seed quite inspiring.
As soon as he stepped out of Los Angeles Airport, Jack saw his beloved car, the Firebird with its bright red headlights, as eye-catching as the beautiful woman inside.
Although they had video calls almost every day, seeing the lovely Hannah again filled Jack with excitent. He gave her a long, deep kiss, until the cars queuing behind him began honking impatiently, at which point the Firebird slowly started moving and rged into the traffic.
In the evening, everyone gathered at Jack's house for a party. Commander Grey, wearing a cute apron, was setting up the barbecue grill in the backyard, Nolan was mixing a salad in the kitchen, and Wesley emptied his mother's stash of red wine.
Jack, little nervous, held Angela's three-month-old son, his limbs stiff. The little guy was surprisingly well-behaved, neither crying nor fussing, staring wide-eyed at the stranger before him.
After playing him for a while, he then carefully returned the baby to Angela.
"It feels like ti has been fast-forwarded, so much has changed. Am I going to have to attend two more weddings?" Tim and Lucy seed inseparable, and Nolan and Carrie also appeared very affectionate; there were no dramatic scenes like in the original series.
"Probably three. Anderson and Cahill's wedding is already set for August. I heard they'll both be wearing wedding dresses, and I'm already looking forward to it." Angela, soothing her baby son, revealed this bombshell with a smile.
Jack's heart skipped a beat. "Both of them will be wearing wedding dresses?" His mind involuntarily began to conjure up certain images.
Sure enough, a soft hum followed, and Hannah's sour voice ca from beside him, "They'll even invite you to be their best man, isn't that a pleasant surprise?"
Angela, thinking Hannah was unhappy about her failed attempt to pressure her into marriage, kindly advised, "You two are still young, and you've only recently joined the FBI, why not enjoy a few more years of your life as a couple?" She then launched into a tirade, complaining about how hard it was raising the baby with Wesley, taking turns getting up in the middle of the night to soothe the child, etc., which indirectly saved Jack's life.
But then Dee Dee's words buried Jack in the hole again, and covered him with dirt as well.
"Not having children is the biggest regret for Old Hunter and . We're really looking forward to being free babysitters for Jack and Hannah's child."
"Haha, haha, we definitely won't let you down, haha," Jack forced a bitter laugh, enduring the soreness in his lower back from Hannah's pinching.
Hannah wasn't an unreasonable girl, and she was relatively easy to appease. With the wedding atmosphere, everyone would tease her a little, and then nobody took it seriously.
After all, she had only been with the FBI for less than a year, and was in the pri of her career. Jack, needless to say, was only 22 years old and had just joined the prestigious BAU.
For the young woman, it was already incredibly fortunate that they could continue working and living in the sa city, even though they might only see each other once every week or two when things got busy.
But compared to the FBI agents who were separated from their families for extended periods, there was really nothing to complain about.
Zoe's campaign was at a crucial stage, and Maureen, as her campaign assistant, was extrely busy. Neither of them had ti to attend Jack's welco party ho.
But a late-night rendezvous was still a must. The two mature won, whom she hadn't seen in a long ti, looked quite haggard, and it took a lot of careful grooming and sweettalking to make them happy.
Back in Los Angeles, Jack was busy for a whole week, and it wasn't just about romance; he had sohow transford into a successful businessman.
Before going to Quantico, Jack gave Hannah the gold he'd acquired in New xico, except for the gold nugget set in the statue, and entrusted the rest to Chris.
For the past six months, Chris had been using this money to help Jack run his trading company, which now had a new business: importing three-wheeled vehicle parts for Mayor Roscoe.
Jack had only ntioned it casually, but Roscoe had actually pulled it off. She not only won the election for mayor of Margrave, but she also assembled a team to do the assembly work.
After the Kleiner family's downfall, the assets they left in Georgia were actually quite substantial. The local FBI took the bla, the Secret Service got the credit, and the IRS, as the big winner, got the right to distribute the spoils.
These industries weren't simply shut down; they involved tens of thousands of jobs across Georgia. After more than six months of operation, this huge pie had been completely sliced up.
The FBI, who took the bla, received ample compensation, while the remaining, less important scraps were easily snatched up by Ray King and ended up in Chris's pocket.
Through his connections with the IRS, Chris bought the transportation company and two machine shops forrly under Kleiner Industries at a low price. Combined with so of the existing industries in Margrave, a thriving industrial area was rebuilt.
Large quantities of parts were transported to ports on the East Coast, then delivered by truck to Margrave, where they were assembled into simple, durable three-wheeled vehicles. Finally, they were rebranded with local nas and shipped to rural areas throughout the Southern states.
After a period of anxiety, the townspeople suddenly realized that their lives seed unchanged.
The three-wheeled vehicle assembly plant, which required a large workforce, provided sufficient jobs for the locals, and the small town returned to its forr peaceful life.
"So, you made a multi-millionaire in less than a year?" Jack stared blankly at Chris, who shrugged, a rare smile appearing on his usually expressionless face.
"To be precise, it's 'us.' JK Trading Company is jointly owned by both of us. You nominally only own 49% of the shares, making you at most a millionaire."
After signing the last docunt in the thick stack on the table, Jack wearily tossed his pen back into the pen holder and complained, "Couldn't you have changed this awful na? It's a bit…"
"It's just the first letters of both our nas, what's wrong with that? I don't mind changing it to put my na first, CJ Trading Company is fine too." Chris raised an eyebrow, seemingly unhappy with Jack's questioning of the company na he had carefully chosen.
"Fine, fine, JC it is, it's good, it's my fault." Jack quickly waved his hands in apology.
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