What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 52-51- Treat money as dirt, be noble and upright!
"Nightwish", a night pub in the center of the city.

Literally, this pub is only a pub at night, and is a serious restaurant at other times, but the flow of people is far less than at night.

This was the restaurant that Duomi was talking about. He had eaten here by chance before, but this meal left a deep impression on him.

Not only are the dishes delicious, but the decoration inside the restaurant is also very particular. It uses a starry sky as a groundbreaking theme, replacing the entire ceiling with a dark night sky and embellishing it with starlight.

It looks like there is no place to install the magic lamp, but in fact those stars are lamps.

At night, they will emit particularly dazzling lights, illuminating the entire pub like a disco.

The disco under the starry sky is so romantic. Come and dance with your horse at Nightwish!

This is why Nightwish is so popular among young people.

But during the day, this charm is greatly reduced.

The daylight hit the basalt floor, and there were only a few people sitting in the store. Domi and Morey were at the double seats by the window.

Looking at the extremely exquisite food in front of him, Morey didn't even know how to eat it.

He glanced at Duomi from time to time, wanting to learn how he ate, but also afraid that he would make fun of him for looking like a country brat.

Domi didn't pay too much attention to this, nor did he puncture Morey's last bit of self-esteem. He just kept to himself and ate slowly.

He knew that Morey was very hungry and would eat seven meals in three days, so he gave him a demonstration while waiting for him to eat. Only when a person is full can he have the energy to think about things other than filling his stomach.

Morey was not used to cutting food with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other. He usually only used a spoon, and his stiff movements made it difficult for him to eat a piece of meat.

But when the carefully cooked barbecue was stuffed into his mouth and melted on the tip of his tongue, and the aroma of the meat bounced repeatedly between his lips and teeth, he felt that his whole body was sublimated. It didn't matter if he ate slowly!
After that, he became more and more skillful, gobbling down food voraciously, and soon finished all the food in front of him.

Although I don't care about his eating appearance, Morey's appearance really looks like the reincarnation of Taotie.

Duomi laughed and waved to the waiter:
"Except for what we just served, let's serve all the other dishes on the menu."

Seeing Duomi treating money like dirt, everyone in Morey was shocked. Who would order the entire menu when ordering food?
"Sir...I'm almost full. I won't bother you to spend any more money."

The more Duomi gave him, the more he felt he owed more and more. What he had eaten before alone had exceeded the ten silver wolves.

If he continued to eat like this, he was afraid that if he didn't get the ten silver wolves, he would lose a few golden dragons.

Then I can't even afford to sell him.

"Ha, what a big deal, I'm treating you to eat whatever you want, open your belly and eat."

"When you're done eating, pick out something you think is delicious and take it to your mother."

After hearing what Domi said, Morey not only did not do as he said, but instead put down the tableware and sat upright. His eyes were full of inferiority but he still looked at him bravely.

"Sir, I'm just leading the way for you. All you need to do is give me the ten silver wolves... No, it doesn't matter if you don't give it to me. There's no need to bring me here to eat. I'm just a lowly person. Just people.”

However, the more Morey behaves like this, the more Domi feels that this kid is a malleable talent.

At a young age, he knows how to advance and retreat, and knows honor and disgrace. He seems to be quite filial. How many times better than those well-dressed beasts?
It would be a waste to bury such talents in slums, so Duomi couldn't help but cherish his talents.

"Yeah~ You're right," Duomi picked up the red wine bottle and poured it for Morey and himself. The fine wine bloomed with a transparent luster in the sun.

He shook the goblet and watched the swaying of the wine while saying:
"My agreement with you does stop here, but during this period, I saw the shining points in you. Let's just say it bluntly. If you work with me, your future will be far more than that garbage heap."

“Perhaps you will become a prosperous person, have unimaginable wealth and power, eat food like this every day, be able to walk on the streets well-dressed, and enjoy the envy of your neighbors; or maybe you will die on the streets and become a dead rat that everyone screams for.

One thought of heaven and one thought of hell. What the future will bring depends entirely on your own choices and operations. "

“I’m sorry, I’m probably speaking too abstractly, because at least that’s what happens when you become an adult.

For now, you just need to learn everything like a sponge - combat, management, worldly knowledge, cultural knowledge...

I will provide you with all material support, and you will no longer have to worry about anything. "

After listening, Morey pondered for a while and asked:
"Then who am I going to be for you? Undercover, thug, manager, white glove...I have to know my position, right?"

"good question!"

Domi raised the red wine glass shaking in his hand between him and Morey, and the scarlet wine reflected their young faces.

"Positioning... If I really have to give this positioning a description, my answer is - my right-hand man! I need you to be my right-hand man, Morey, and become my most capable assistant!"

Knowing the answer, Morey felt his heart tremble violently.

How much high hopes did Duomi give him?

The identities of the two are so different, and he also chose himself among the vast crowd. Is there a conspiracy?use?
Are these still important?

It’s better than crawling around in the garbage in the slums and doing nothing all your life!

He made up his mind and picked up the red wine glass on one side, which contained expensive red wine that Duomi had filled for him.

Lift it up and collide with Duomi from a slightly lower position.

Hey~
The toast made a crisp sound, as if the God of Contract bounced a gold coin representing loyalty. Before the gold coin fell to the ground, the crisp sound would become eternal.

Duomi's mood immediately improved, and the smile on his lips became even bigger.

"Meeting you for the first time, let me introduce myself."

"My name is Dominic Blofeld, the son of the owner of this territory...haha, at least this tavern belongs to me."

Blofeld…Blofield…

Such a familiar surname, this territory is called Blofield Territory!
And this rich young man sitting in front of him and talking eloquently turned out to be Blofeld's young master!
Then he is still a rich young master, he is simply a rich emperor!

Morey felt that he had been more shocked this morning than he had been in the past eighth of his life.

However, this was not over yet, Duomi said again:
"Oh, by the way, as a meeting gift, this 'Nightwish' is given to you, and all the profits from the business will belong to you."

"After all, you know, at my age I can't leave home often, so I just assume that all future financial support is included~"

(End of this chapter)