Another day was wasted. Sam witwick, who returned home early, ignored the inquiries of the two little transformers. He was lying in bed thinking constantly. He was thinking about Wesley's words, like a demon's whisper, which kept ringing in his ears.
He didn't think about why this guy knew so much, and he didn't mean to report, but was thinking about his own experience. His last girlfriend broke up with him. Although they find it very good now, they are very unhappy to be dumped. They have experienced life and death.
Now he has to wait for his girlfriend to give him lunch money every day. He is constantly busy and running around for a job. Why doesn't the damn U.S. government let him go to Washington? Bumblebee doesn't come back as soon as he goes. Maybe he's not very happy with himself? He is a soldier, and he only deserves to drive an old car.
He was very upset. He put the quilt over his head and didn't want to think about these things. However, he was still very alert to Wesley. His origin was a little mysterious.
However, life still needs to continue. This sentence made him very helpless. He went to the interview every day, and then came back disappointed. As a result, his parents came in advance, which caught him by surprise.
He felt really ashamed. He graduated from an Ivy League university. Now he couldn't find a job. Even his car stalled again. He felt that everyone was against him. There was no way. With the help of his parents, he began a continuous interview again. However, today he met with good luck.
A member of the board of directors of a telecommunications and aerospace company, Acta systems, even gave him a letter of recommendation. Sam Witwicky was very confused about it, and the result made him more dissatisfied. It was not an administrative assistant, but a chore.
He had stood up and wanted to leave, but the interviewer held on, "boy, everyone is like this at the beginning, but as long as you work hard, your future will be different in two years."
After a bitter inner struggle, Sam Witwicky finally decided to accept a part-time job, but at least now he can explain it to his parents and girlfriend.
Wesley's business card has always been collected by him. He doesn't know why he left it. Now he can't think of so much. He has busy work every day, constantly shuttling through all floors of the company, sending all kinds of office supplies and materials to people in need, and then preparing meeting documents. This is his daily work.
He felt like a gyroscope. He majored in geopolitics. He should deal with the government on behalf of the company and then strive for government capital investment. Now he is like a newsboy delivering newspapers.
"Hey, Sam," said his girlfriend, who attracted men's attention. But the bad news is that his girl owns a Mercedes Benz sports car, which is given by her boss as an employee benefit.
Sam Witwicky looked at his girlfriend very speechless. "200000 dollars. He gave you a 200000 dollar car? Let's sell it and buy a house!" he was unhappy with everything every day, but he was still patient. He needed a peaceful life and a job, and now he is not developing in a good way?
After sending off his girlfriend, another strange guy came to him. Although it was strange, Sam vitwicz heard what he said very clearly. The Decepticons came back and just handed him a scattered information. Then the strange guy fell down from the upstairs, and then the laser bird began to chase him.
He had no choice but to go to the joint secret base of Autobots and the United States, but he was stopped at the door and pointed at with a gun. He was extremely irritable. He wrestled with a guard, grabbed the radio talker, and then shouted bumblebee.
Sam Witwicky was in a better mood until the Bumblebee appeared, but finally he sent the information, but he was still driven away by the director of the national security agency.
All the discontent broke out in an instant. The Bumblebee wanted to send him away, but he refused. He drove his old car to send his girlfriend home, and then walked alone in the street.
A business card was crumpled. Sam Witwicky hesitated. Finally, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number on it.
"Hello?" Wesley's voice came.
"I... I'm Sam, Sam Witwicky. I want to know what you're looking for me?" Sam asked hard. A series of disappointments made him finally want to do something, and Wesley laughed silently on the phone.
"Well, Sam, you've finally decided. Let's meet now. I'll pick you up and tell me where you are."
In a secluded alley, Wesley stopped his car slowly and then got out of the car. Sam Witwicky also got up and got out of the car. "What are you bringing me here for?" after the two met, Wesley chose the secluded alley.
"You saved the world twice, but after all, you're just an ordinary person, so now I'll make you extraordinary. What do you think?" Wesley said with a smile, and then used the watch controller to make the sports car begin to deform.
"Kaka, KaKa" a peculiar sound came out, and the sports car began to deform, and then turned into a tall metal robot, "Wow, wow..." Sam was scared and hurried back a few steps, "are you Decepticons?" this was his first reaction.
"Calm down and see clearly," Wesley said with a smile.
Sam Witwicky calmed down and looked carefully. The robot stood there motionless, not like transformers, as if it had no life, "what's this?"
"What about the transformers I made? They don't have life and are driven by humans, what about them?"
"It's impossible, how could it?" Sam witwick said as he walked up and stroked the metal body of the robot. The cold feeling made him very calm. It's true. "How do you drive?" he asked.
Wesley opened the cockpit with the controller again, then stood up, the spirit connection was completed, and the body merged. Then the robot's eyes lit up, and the electronic synthetic sound started, "how's Sam? Do you believe it now?" Wesley walked around, then deformed again and returned to a sports car, and Wesley sat in the driver's seat.
"I can't believe it, but why are you looking for me?" Sam Witwicky asked incredulously as he hurried to the co pilot's seat.