The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Chapter 230 Dickins

A square-faced guard who looked honest and unassuming walked into the library and immediately approached Andy when he saw him.

"Andy Dufresne?"

“It’s me, sir. What brings you here?” Andy asked.

“I am Dickins, and I... I want to set up an education fund for my child.”

When Dickins looked at Andy, his eyes were so unnatural, filled with unease and embarrassment.

It was difficult for a prisoner to reveal his financial difficulties and make such a request.

As Andy listened to Deakins' words, he couldn't help but recall what Lee Qing had said: Warden Norton had taken a liking to his abilities.

If that's the case, then the guard in front of him must be Warden Norton testing his abilities.

Then he'll have to put on a good show and let Warden Norton know that his title as vice president of the bank is not just for show.

......

"I see....."

Andy smiled and said to the face guard, Dickins, "I understand your request, Mr. Dickins, and I'd be happy to help you resolve this."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Dickins' eyes. "Really? Do you have any ideas?"

Andy confidently stated, "I have some knowledge in finance, and if you'd like, I can help you plan your education fund. Of course, this will take some time and specific information."

Dickins hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "No problem."

"This way, please. Let's have a good talk," Andy said, pointing to the chair opposite his desk.

Andy sat down in the chair, opened the drawer on his right, and took out a stack of white paper and a pen.

Andy picked up a pen and wrote down a few key questions on a piece of white paper. Then he looked at Deakins and said, “First, I need to know some basic information about your child, such as his age, academic stage, future educational goals, and so on. In addition, I need to know your current financial situation, including income, expenses, savings, and any existing investments.”

Dickins sat there slightly nervously, thought for a moment, and then answered Andy's questions one by one.

Andy carefully noted down each answer, nodding occasionally. Then he began to analyze Dickins' situation and offered him some suggestions.

"Based on the information you provided, I think we can consider developing a long-term education fund plan. This could include fixed deposits, investment portfolios, and scholarship applications. Of course, the specific plan will require further research and adjustments."

Dickins listened attentively, occasionally asking questions, which Andy patiently answered.

Old Brooks, who was organizing the books, was astonished by what he saw. If Andy hadn't been wearing a prison uniform, he would have been no different from the elites outside.

Old Brooks sighed inwardly, while also feeling happy for Andy's current situation.

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Dickins was deeply impressed by Andy's professional advice and nodded repeatedly.

“Thank you, Andy. I really don’t know what I would have done without your help,” Dickins said sincerely.

Finally, Andy concluded, "I will develop a detailed plan based on your situation, and then discuss it with you. I believe that with proper planning, you will be able to provide your child with excellent educational opportunities."

"It's even possible that your child will get into Harvard or Yale in the future..."

"Harvard?! Yale?!"

Dickins shouted excitedly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he stood up straight from his chair, his face flushed with excitement.

Old Brooks was equally stunned by Andy's words. He stared blankly at Andy, his mouth slightly open but unable to utter a word.

Harvard and Yale Universities are renowned institutions, and even Brooks, who spent decades in Shawshank Prison, was well aware of their prestige. Gaining admission to these two institutions meant becoming an elite member of society, entering high society, and enjoying endless glory and wealth—an opportunity that anyone would dream of.

Old Brooks looked at Andy, unsure whether Andy was lying to Deakins or if there was a real possibility of success.

“Of course, anything is possible as long as I follow the plan,” Andy replied calmly.

Deakins took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He sat back in his chair and looked at Andy gratefully.

“Thank you, Andy. You have given me and my family new hope.” Deakins’ voice trembled slightly.

.....

Ten minutes later.

After their conversation ended, Deakins excitedly stood up from his chair, went to Andy, and shook Andy's hand. "Thank you, Andy. I'm really grateful for your help."

Andy smiled and replied, "You're welcome, it's my pleasure. If you have any other questions, feel free to come to me anytime."

After seeing Dickins off, Andy leaned back in his chair, gazing thoughtfully out the window.

He knew that this help might just be the beginning, and that he would need to handle many more financial consultations in the future.

In less than half an hour, it felt as if Andy had returned to his life before he went to prison. Looking down at his prison uniform, Andy sighed deeply. As long as he wore this uniform, he would always be a prisoner in Shawshank Prison.

His strength when he went to prison was just a facade; how could he, who was wrongly accused, possibly want to spend his whole life in prison?

In the vast sea of ​​people, it is extremely difficult to overturn a case, let alone when he is currently in prison, where there is even less chance to clear his name.

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At lunchtime, Old Bu sat quietly at the table, his heart churning with emotion. Having spent decades in this prison, he had never been so excited as he was today.

Old Bu's wrinkled face beamed with a radiant smile, as warm as the spring sun.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement: "You simply can't imagine how brilliant the guard's reaction was when Andy said, 'You want your child to go to Harvard or Yale!'"

Recalling the scene, Old Brooks' eyes gleamed as he continued, "I've been here for so many years, and I've never seen a guard show such respect to a prisoner..." His words revealed his admiration and appreciation for Andy, while also reflecting on the vicissitudes of life.

He couldn't understand why a capable and kind-hearted man like Andy would go to prison for killing his wife.

He Wu and the others listened to what Old Bu said with faces full of doubt.

"Stop talking nonsense. Harvard? Yale?"

“It’s true, I swear! The guard was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became very excited and stood up to shake hands with Andy!” Old Brooks said.