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Chapter 983: Chapter 983: The World of the Rich
The night was silent and empty, its streets deserted.
But for many entertainment venues, the nightlife was just beginning.
As Gonzalez City’s largest entertainment center, Bronze Sparrow Terrace rarely saw visitors during the day.
It was only after eight in the evening that its doors truly opened for business.
Not until sunrise did the guests start leaving, one by one.
Night after night of revelry, drowning in a haze of drunkenness and gold.
At that moment.
Julius Reed put on Aron Jackson’s mask, leading Terry Moore and Karen to the entrance of Bronze Sparrow Terrace.
"Mr. Reed, this scene, it looks so familiar!"
Terry Moore, following closely behind, hands confidently in his pockets, carried the air of a boss.
He was already muscular by nature, and now in a black tank top, his imposing figure was unmistakable.
From a distance, he exuded an aura of dominance.
And with the cheap, oversized plastic gold chain from Karen around his neck, he looked even more like a boss.
"Damn you Terry Moore, why are you always looking at your watch? Checking it every minute, can time fly by?"
Karen, wearing a cap, cursed under his breath.
"What do you know?"
Terry Moore raised his arm, giving it a light shake.
Under the light of Bronze Sparrow Terrace, his Rolex gleamed so brightly that Karen could hardly keep his eyes open.
"I pretend to check the time casually, but actually, I just want you to notice the new Rolex on my wrist."
"Psh! Show-off!"
Karen straightened his cap resentfully but was unable to retort.
Terry Moore was simply wealthy.
Both working for the same Leocadia Family, their salaries bore massive discrepancies.
"For your birthday, I’ll get you a pure gold cap."
Terry Moore reverted to his aloof demeanor, murmuring softly.
"My birthday was just yesterday."
Karen frowned slightly: "So I have to wait another year?"
"If today were your birthday, I definitely wouldn’t have said that."
As they chatted casually, Julius Reed had already walked in with large strides.
Terry Moore hurried to catch up.
"Boss!"
Upon seeing Julius Reed wearing Aron Jackson’s mask, the staff of Bronze Sparrow Terrace quickly bowed.
"Good to see you, boss!"
As others heard the greeting, they immediately lined up in formation and bowed respectfully.
Julius Reed nodded without a word.
"Good to see you, boss!"
As Terry Moore passed, the security personnel also nodded in acknowledgment.
This kind, evidently rich, was also one of their major patrons.
Bronze Sparrow Terrace, being an entertainment venue, was frequented by the wealthy.
The bosses spent big here, that was commonplace.
"Stop right there!"
No sooner had Terry Moore walked in than Karen was stopped by the door staff.
"Buddy, come back in the morning to collect the trash! At night, it’s all VIPs here, aren’t you just making trouble?"
They blocked Karen’s path, one on each side: "We’re giving you face by telling you to come in the morning to clean up. Move along now, don’t delay our business."
"What the heck!"
Karen angrily ripped off his cap, pointing at Terry Moore, clearly annoyed: "Why can he go in!"
Following Julius Reed, one received nods and greetings, while the other was stopped at the door.
He wouldn’t accept this!
"Bro!"
A young fellow came over, tapping on Karen’s chest, grinning, "He’s a big boss! See that gold chain and the Rolex? How can you compare with him using your cap?"
"Heh."
Another youngster snatched Karen’s cap and threw it on the ground: "Really, with this? If it falls on the ground, I’d still kick it twice!"
Whisk!
He kicked the cap away.
In his eyes shone a look of disdain.
"Come on, let’s have a chat, why do I look like a trash picker to you?"
Karen tightly grabbed the opponent’s collar, angrily questioning, "Do I not look like a rich person?"
He was very unconvinced.
Why did Terry Moore seem like a boss while he seemed like a poor jerk?
Even at his worst, Karen’s bank account had tens of millions in assets.
"Brother, talk nicely. You’re getting physical with me without even considering where we are?"
The young man grabbed Karen’s hand as their companions quickly encircled them.
"I’m telling you, I have tens of millions in assets in my bank account. Isn’t that enough to get in?"
Karen pulled out his phone, pointing at the gang in front of him, "Wait, I’ll check my balance for you right now!"
After speaking, he started to send a text message to check it.
"Hey, what’s going on here?"
When Terry Moore heard the arguing behind him, he hurriedly walked back.
"Damn it, Terry Moore, these people are saying I’m a garbage picker! I’m just showing them my bank balance, so they know I’m also wealthy."
Karen shook with anger.
"Don’t make it so complicated."
Terry Moore took off the Rolex on his wrist and handed it to the young man, "Brother, have a look, is this real?"
"Boss."
The young man eagerly took it, examining it closely.
The people allowed to work at Aron Jackson’s place were all his trusted aides.
Exposed to a wide array during ordinary days, they had touched everything valuable and tinkered with any luxury item.
"It’s real."
The young man listened to it by his ear and looked at it under the light.
Eagerly, he handed it back.
"Oh, it’s real, huh."
Terry Moore reached out his hand, and just as the young man was placing the watch in his palm, Terry quickly withdrew his hand.
Clatter!
The Rolex fell to the ground.
"Whoa!"
The young man’s face drastically changed.
"No worries!"
Terry Moore stopped the young man who bent to pick up the watch and kicked the Rolex away.
"This guy, is my friend," he said lightly, pointing towards Karen.
"Oh, so he’s the boss’s friend. We apologize!"
Hearing this, the youths quickly came over and apologized to Karen, "Brother, we are blind not to recognize a great man, please don’t take it to heart."
"No, the text message about my bank account hasn’t come through yet."
Karen, holding his phone, looked at the failed message displayed.
"It’s okay, we were blind as dogs! Please, go ahead!"
The attitude of the young men changed 180 degrees instantly.
"No, wait. I must show you how much money I have in my account."
Karen was quite stubborn.
"Forget it," Terry Moore came over and hugged him, "Your phone service has been cut off."
"How is that possible!" Karen was startled, shaking his head, "I just paid ten dollars for my phone bill yesterday."
As a meticulous and thrifty man, he always paid his phone bill ten dollars at a time.
Wary of wasting it.
"Heh heh."
Terry Moore chuckled, "On the flight, I got a bit bored and used your phone to play Russian Snake, and I spent some money."
"I... damn it..."
"Shush! Let’s go inside first. What if Brother Davenport gets impatient and beats you up?"
Terry Moore quickly pulled him, heading towards Aron Jackson’s place.
"Wait for me, after I pay my phone bill, I’ll show you my savings!"
While walking inside, Karen kept shouting back at them.
Watching the two men’s retreating figures, the youths were filled with emotion.
"The world of wealthy people is indeed simple yet dull."
One of them picked up the Rolex from the ground, wiping the dust off it.
"Rich folks really do like to be friends with fools, no doubt about it."
"Quick, throw away that baseball cap, it’s an eyesore!"
Whoosh!
One of the youths kicked the baseball cap away with a swift kick.
