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Chapter 1008: Chapter 108 Boring and Tedious
"Heh, what a big show."
Seeing the arrivals, Otis Radcliffe’s eyebrows knitted tightly together.
Leading the group were Quella Radcliffe and Julius Reed.
Following them were Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter.
At the back, were Terry Moore and Karen.
They actually came by helicopter!
Nouveau riche!
"Is this... Quella Radcliffe and her husband?"
"Taking a helicopter no less! They must have embezzled a lot of money from the manager’s position! Just focusing on enjoying themselves, such a manager must be replaced!"
"President Radcliffe is better, even though it’s the same family; the difference is quite substantial."
Businessmen were whispering among themselves, all waiting to see the show unfold.
"Go, your men can move now."
Otis Radcliffe whispered to Thomas Pendleton standing beside him.
Last night, it was after he spoke that Thomas Pendleton arranged the manpower overnight, organizing this premeditated filming for today.
Not far from them, several cameras were recording Julius Reed.
After receiving instructions, the young man arranged by Thomas Pendleton quickly walked towards the door.
During working hours, the lobby was busy, and the area around Five-state International was no different with many people moving around.
The young man followed the crowd and approached Julius Reed.
Taking the opportunity to start trouble and make a scene.
Once Julius Reed fought back, Otis Radcliffe could use the footage to slander Julius Reed and Quella Radcliffe.
Show the people of Gonzalez City how arrogant his sister and brother-in-law could be once they had money.
Then, using the public’s contempt for the rich, drown this couple in criticism and revulsion through public opinion and venomous comments.
Admittedly, such petty tricks couldn’t truly harm Julius Reed, but being pointed at and cursed by countless people might be too much for his sister to bear.
Sometimes, verbal and written attacks could be harder to endure than physical pain.
"Is this reliable?"
Otis Radcliffe, hands in his suit pants pockets, watched as the young man walked away.
"Don’t worry, my employee will do anything for money!"
Thomas Pendleton said proudly, "This guy is a well-known scoundrel in Gonzalez City, living off making scenes. I gave him ten thousand dollars, and the kid took on the job eagerly."
"A scoundrel? I like it."
Otis Radcliffe smiled, nodding his head, while simultaneously glancing at the positions of the cameras.
The photographers noticed his gaze and immediately raised their hands to signal, giving an OK gesture.
Hundreds of people on the first floor briefly shifted their attention from Itai Huntington to the doorway.
The young man, getting closer.
He blended into the moving stream of employees, stealthily approaching Julius Reed.
When they were less than three meters apart, the young man lunged forward, aiming right at Julius to bump into him.
According to Otis Radcliffe’s understanding of Julius Reed, the young man was bound to get a beating!
What is this called?
Bullying with power!
So what if you have money?
Does having money allow you to hit people?
Julius Reed might not care, but Quella Radcliffe definitely couldn’t withstand such public pressure.
Especially with the kind of deadly games played by people like the Third Brother of the Leopold Family.
Quella Radcliffe has too much to bear.
The real show has just begun.
When the young man lunged forward, Julius Reed already sensed it.
He dodged to the side, effortlessly avoiding this unchallenging attack.
"Hey! What’s wrong with you, walking without looking?"
Although the young man didn’t collide with him, he stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
To outsiders, it looked like they had bumped into each other.
"You..."
Just as Miguel Abbott began to speak, Julius Reed stopped him.
"Sir, what would you like to say?"
Surveying the ruffian before him, Julius Reed glanced around the lobby.
Many people were watching.
Someone set a trap.
"Can’t you watch where you’re walking? Are you blind?"
The young man, angrily pointing at Julius Reed, cursed, "You look well-dressed; think you’re so great because you have money? Does having money mean you can bully people?"
If it wasn’t for Julius Reed holding him back, Stanislaus Potter and Miguel Abbott really wanted to beat up the young man.
That’s sick!
Isn’t this sick?
Deliberately colliding with someone and yet, standing on the moral high ground.
"Oh, sorry."
Julius Reed extended his hand toward Stanislaus Potter, saying, "One hundred thousand."
"Okay!"
Stanislaus Potter immediately took out one hundred thousand in cash from his briefcase.
Brand-new 100,000 in cash!
Still wrapped with a paper strip.
The young man frowned, momentarily puzzled.
"Sorry, this is your compensation."
Julius Reed stuffed 100,000 yuan into the young man’s hands and took off his Rolex from his wrist, "Here, take this, let’s be friends."
"This... "
The young man was stunned.
100,000 in cash!
Genuine notes!
They even smelled fragrant.
The Rolex... also genuine!
"You... are you not playing with me?"
The young man truly wanted to slap himself.
He was a well-known idler in Gonzalez City, usually scraping by just to stay fed.
He could only make ends meet.
Early this morning, Thomas Pendleton found him and gave him 10,000 yuan to arrange the current job.
But facing 100,000 in cash and a Rolex...
The young man was dumbfounded again.
He rubbed his eyes and saw it was real.
But, shouldn’t he have been beaten up instead?
He was clearly in the wrong!
Yet, seeing the other’s sincere eyes and kind smile, the young man trembled as he spoke, "Bro, you’re not fooling me?"
A Rolex, plus 100,000 in cash!
This was wealth worth hundreds of thousands!
Giving it away casually, and to him of all people?
He was clearly at fault just now!
It made no sense!
It was illogical!
"You heard me right."
Julius Reed patted his shoulder and rolled up his other sleeve.
On his wrist, another Rolex.
"Don’t ask why, I just want to make a friend."
Facing the young man’s agape expression, Julius Reed said, "Being friends with me might make you regret it, because you will lose your current happiness and become wealthy like me, leading a plain and dull life, boring and monotonous."
"Bro! I was wrong!"
Thud!
The young man suddenly knelt down, overwhelmed with gratitude!
It was hundreds of thousands!
His own father had never been so generous.
In an instant, he broke down in tears.
But just then, the young man’s gaze landed on Terry Moore.
Kneeling in front of Julius Reed, he could just see Terry Moore’s feet.
And on Terry Moore’s ankles, astonishingly, hung two Rolexes!
He was dumbfounded.
Otis Radcliffe was dumbfounded.
Thomas Pendleton stretched out his hand, speechless.
The people in the hall were stunned.
The photographer also raised his head, eyes wide open in astonishment.
What was supposed to be a scene of the rich oppressing the poor had turned into a moving tale of...
responding to resentment with virtue.
"Don’t mention it, we are friends."
Julius Reed helped him up, smiling faintly, "Are you all right?"
After speaking, he took off another Rolex from his wrist and placed it in the young man’s hand.
"Boring, isn’t it? Dull, right? You’ll get used to it."
But when the young man received the second watch, his hands were thoroughly trembling.
Holding such an expensive item, he was genuinely worried he might accidentally drop it.
That was money!
"If there’s nothing else, I’ll head inside first."
Julius Reed said politely.
"There is!"
The young man crouched down, quickly strapped the Rolex onto his wrist, secured it, then holding the 100,000 in cash, he pointed towards the hall, "It was someone called Thomas Pendleton in there, gave me 10,000 yuan to trouble you!"
A righteous man!
The power of money can even awaken one’s conscience.
"Oh? Is that so."
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking curiously towards the hall, "Which one of you is Thomas Pendleton, come out and let’s chat?"
