Plutocrats From the Gold Rush

The next day, the refreshed Xie Jin felt the sunshine outside the window on his face, and got up from the bed with a relaxed body.

And after a simple wash, when he opened the door and was just about to go out.

A small figure suddenly blocked his way and appeared in front of his eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Xie, did you sleep well last night? Would you like a special deluxe breakfast?"

He looked at the little girl who suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and came out of nowhere.

Xie Jin's face was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the person and suddenly showed a smile.

The person who came was a little girl named Grace, who was the granddaughter of Old Hawke.

And also inherited the excellent blood of the old Hawke, he is a very shrewd and smart little guy who can do business.

Looking at the little guy in front of him holding a plate and a coffee cup, standing in front of him, showing an earnest smile.

Xie Jin turned around in his heart, and instantly understood the reason and plan of the other party's appearance.

"It seems that I came back yesterday and sent a message, which has already spread in the town.

What a town with no secrets.

Well, let's get back to the point, Miss Grace, how much do I need to pay for your breakfast? "

Hearing Xie Jin's answer, the little girl named Grace immediately widened her eyes, which were almost able to shine.

Then she looked at Xie Jin, immediately showed a sweet smile, and said to Xie Jin courteously.

"Absolutely not much, Mr. Xie, I only need ten, no, a tip of five dollars is enough.

You see, in my breakfast, I added a lot of bacon and fried eggs. "

"Okay ok, who made me need a breakfast? Little one.

This banknote belongs to you, and the extra money is just a tip for your warm service, so you don't need to look for it.

Now, Miss Grace, please give me my breakfast.

Then give me a little space, I'm going to go down and kill my breakfast. "

"Okay sir, I'll let you out of the way immediately.

Also, if you need breakfast next time, please be sure to contact me, I will be on call and I will not let you down! "

Looking at the little guy who smacked his chest swearingly, then took the money, and immediately slipped away.

Xie Jin smiled and shook his head, then reluctantly walked downstairs with his breakfast.

Being rich is indeed so relaxed and cheerful, everyone revolves around you, and everyone smiles.

It's not that it's dirty and dark.

It's because, if you have money, you can have your own life and choices, and you don't need to bow your head, give up your dignity, and endure everything because of survival.

At the same time, you can pursue the life you want without pressure, and live the wonderful life you desire.

You don't need to greet everyone with a smile and flatter you like some people do.

But then again, what was wrong with them?

Just like little Grace just now, and old Hawk downstairs.

Are they wrong?

People just want a tip, or to make ends meet.

Or like everyone else, afraid to offend the rich or powerful.

So I keep my head down, smile, and put on a smiley face.

It's all about survival, so what's wrong with that?

Who can say what?

This world is like this, it has nothing to do with good or evil, it only cares about the living environment and power.

If you want to change, you can only work hard to become a rich person.

Then you don't have to be envious of others and put on a smiley face to people you don't know.

There is no need to feel unwilling because of the family's environment.

...

Going downstairs, carrying the dinner plate, Xie Jin happened to see Old Hawk behind the counter who was wiping the wine glass.

"Hey, old Hawk, good morning.

When will my money arrive?

Also, those sheets in your room should be changed.

Oh shit, I almost see oil on it.

Seriously, how long has it been since you changed your sheets? "

Faced with Xie Jin's complaint, Old Hawk shrugged.

"Early? It's almost twelve o'clock now, but it's not early at all, buddy.

Nick's house next door is almost done with all the work on the ranch.

As for the room?

You know, that's the price of my hotel.

If you want to change the sheets and enjoy the treatment and service of a star hotel, you can, no problem at all.

As long as you pay, who makes you a damn rich man, you can naturally put forward conditions.

As for your bills, it's coming soon, I've sent Little Camp to town to wire you some money.

After all, with such a large bill, I really dare not take the money.

Checks are not insured either.

So let Kemp make a trip to transfer money to your account.

Just wait for a while, after you receive the money, just give me the gold dust. "

"Waiter?! Go to the bank to transfer money?

Don't you know that customers like you can directly contact the bank manager by phone to help you complete the remittance operation?

Or call and ask him to come over and send you money?

You actually let little Camp go for a trip? "

Looking at Xie Jin's eyes as if looking at an idiot, Old Hawke was stunned for a moment, and then a look of disbelief flashed across his face.

Then it turned into a tinge of exasperation and yelled like some drunk alcoholic.

"Waiter? Damn the bank still has this kind of service? When?!

But why, no one has ever told me this damn thing before?

Except for those damn stock scammers, that damn bank never reminded me or called me! "

Xie Jin shrugged his shoulders when he saw the old Hawk whose expression was unbelievable and then turned into anger from embarrassment.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have expectations for the guys after the low-level quality education, even the most educated ones.

"You know, this is more than a few hundred thousand dollars, this is 2002, or the time period just after the economic crisis and the Internet stock market crash.

In these small community banks, they dare to do anything in order to retain customers.

If you're a millionaire, you can just call the bank manager and get a Hollywood starlet to come over for you, as long as you can afford it. "

"Waiter?! Is this true?

Even Shirley Lynn can...

Oh Xie Te, let’s not talk about this, let’s talk about business, anyway, I have already sent Little Camp to go, and it may take some time for him to arrive.

In the meantime, you don't leave the tavern, wait a while, ok? "

"Don't worry, I will have plenty of time from today to five days later."

Holding the dinner plate, without doubt, Xie Jin gestured to Old Hawk, then put down the plate and started to gobble it up.

"Well, that's fine.

No, wait.

Where did you get your breakfast?

When you came down from the stairs, I saw you carrying the dinner plate.

And, oh Shet, why does this dinner plate look so familiar, like it's from my house? "

"..." While eating breakfast, he looked at the old Hawk who had recalled his memory, with a subtle expression and a surprised look on his face.

Xie Jin shrugged, and pointed upstairs to the location of a certain little girl's room.

"You know, little Grace has inherited your blood, is very good at being a person, and has a talent for making money.

Seriously, maybe someday she'll pass you by and leave this goddamn town. "

"Watfa?!!

Mare Fake, damn it, little Grace, get down here.

Who gave you the right to use my property to recruit my guests and earn my money? ! ! "

"Oh, come on Grandpa, you know, I'm going to go camping and dating with Tyron and the others next month.

You know, that was my first date!

And you and Dad never gave me enough pocket money.

How long have I been preparing for my camping date next month.

You don't want to see me being laughed at for not being able to pay for camping, do you? ! "

"Olixet! Tyron? Camping, and a date?!!

How many things are you hiding from me?

How many times have I told you to stay away from that bloody bad boy of old Nick's. "

"Oh, grandpa, what are you doing, you can't interfere with my freedom, and also, that's my private money..."

"..."

Downstairs, watching old Hawk rush upstairs angrily.

Hearing the sound of chickens and dogs jumping upstairs from Old Hawke and his granddaughter, Xie Jin shrugged and sat alone in the deserted tavern eating breakfast.

He was thinking now, if he ran away right now, and then little Camp just happened to deposit money into his account.

Would Old Hawke have a heart attack out of anger and be unable to survive?