All Novel Sweet
Chapter 91
Bob went back to his bedroom to get the money.
Hank nudged Carlisle’s arm and asked in a low voice, “Carlisle, what were you thinking? You sold him the equipment for only 100 thousand dollars!”
“Like I said, we’re friends now,” Carlisle replied with a smile.
Hank had mentioned that Bob owned a cell phone manufacturing plant.
Carlisle’s grand plan was to get ahead in the age of smart technology. He believed there would be plenty of opportunities to do business with Bob in the future. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
Hank reluctantly lit a cigarette and muttered, “Whatever, as long as I get my share of 30 thousand.
Heath, who had just tossed one cigarette to light another, forced a smile at Hank. “Hank, there’s a reason for Carl’s actions. We just have to trust him.”
At that moment, Bob came out with a plastic bag full of cash and placed it on the computer desk. “Here’s the 100 grand. Count it if you want.”
“Mr. York, you’re a big–time boss. We trust you!” Carlisle said and shoved the money into Hank’s hands.
Hank’s initial displeasure vanished as he looked at the crisp new bills. A hundred thousand wasn’t too shabby, and his share would bring him closer to the 50 thousand dollars he needed for a dowry.
The rest of the transaction went smoothly.
Bob equipped himself with the Heavenly Sword and the Memory Ring, which increased his stats considerably.
“Why don’t you rest here for a while? I’ll have someone drive you back when it’s daylight.” Bob offered, his eyes glued to the computer screen but still mindful of his guests.
Carlisle smiled politely. “We have things to do tomorrow, so we won’t keep you, Mr. York. May I have your business card?”
“Of course, we’re all friends here.” Bob pulled a card from his desk and handed it to Carlisle. “Feel free to
stop by anytime for a chat.”
“Will do!” Carlisle accepted the card with a smile.
The trio left the hotel and hailed a taxi back to Riverland.
By the time they got back to their rental, it was 7:00 am.
Sitting on the couch, Carlisle began to divvy up the money. “Without Hank’s cheating, we wouldn’t have made this 100 thousand dollars, so Hank gets 30 thousand. Heath and I will take 20 thousand each, while
Owen, Benjamin, and Sean will get ten thousand each.”
“Why should they get anything? They slept like logs!
While Hank was happy with his share of the money, he felt that Benjamin and the others hadn’t done anything to deserve a share.
Carlisle chuckled. “We’re a team. If there’s money to be made, we all make it together.”
Heath gave a thumbs up. “I’ve never admired anyone more. You’re the first person I really admire. You’ve got vision. You’re gonna make it big one day!”
Seeing Heath’s reaction, Hank held back any further complaints.
Carlisle took out his cell phone and called Ivan.
now was in
Ivan was part of the Makers of Chaos guild and knew Carlisle’s true identity, so a little hush money
order.
Ivan was having breakfast in his Internet cafe. He looked distracted.
The guild leader had announced to the group that he would reward eight thousand dollars to whoever found “Bygones_b_bygones“.
Eight thousand dollars was half a year’s salary for an average person.
He wondered if he should turn Carlisle in for the reward.
The classic Nokia ringtone interrupted Ivan’s thoughts.
He looked at the screen. It was Carlisle calling.
“Carlisle, our guild leader has put an eight thousand dollar bounty on your head!”
“As long as you keep quiet, he’ll never find me,” Carlisle assured him.
Ivan was silent as he hesitated.
The Heavenly Sword Carlisle had sold him had earned him 50 thousand dollars. He didn’t want to betray
Carlisle.
Just then, Carlisle spoke up. “Send me your bank account, and I’ll wire you ten thousand.”
“Are you serious, Carlisle?” Ivan was taken aback.
“I sold the equipment for 100 thousand dollars, but I only kept 20 thousand for myself. I’ll give you ten
thousand.”
“You sold the Heavenly Sword and, the Memory Ring for only a hundred grand?” Ivan was in disbelief, wondering if Carlisle realized the true value of those items.
“Well, they weren’t from a clean source. I’ll sell them for as much as I can!”
“Fair point. Better than losing everything to the developers.”