For heaven’s sake, it's the first time Ernest had to do such a complicated thing like analyzing just to spend money. He looked at the shop, then glanced at his reflection on the glass door, thinking that his brain would explode before the system showed up and took his life.
Ernest had nothing at the moment, just eight… no, seven hours left to complete this mission, and there was nothing valuable all over his body. All the things he was wearing were useless, invaluable which his ex-girlfriend and murderer refused to take. Just a T-shirt, a pants, an old hoodie which Ernest had worn for five years, and- Ah, yes. He got one thing. An idea appeared in Ernest's mind. Ernest turned at the woman who was advising him to ‘be a better man’, giving her a polite smile. “Thank you for giving me such precious advice, ma’am. But I don't come here to disrupt their business, I want to buy some clothes, and it's pretty weird if the employee treats me this way.” “Oh?” The woman was surprised, “To be honest, you actually look like a beggar, kid. Aren't you lying?” Of course yes, that woman had a good eye, Ernest thought. He was nothing but a beggar now, but if he couldn't spend 1,000,000 USD immediately, Ernest would turn from a beggar to a dead body!!! Was there anything more crucial than your life? Now he could do everything to complete this damn mission and live longer! So let's lie for your life, Ernest Eswaranski! Ernest thought so, and his smile was even brighter than before. “Why do you think that wearing something like this is a sign of beggars but not just a hobby?” Ernest touched his tattered sleeves and replied with an elegant attitude as if he was wearing a vest. “But if you're wealthy, why do you have to transform into a beggar?” The old man nearby asked Ernest, “Youngster, you're lying. We have lived long enough to recognize a wealthy person, and it's obvious that you're just poor.” Tch, why was lying harder and harder those days? Ernest just wanted to waste all of the damn money he was possessing, he just wanted to live a bit longer, so why the hell was it so hard??? Ernest raised his eyebrows. The relaxed attitude was gone, and there was the annoyed look on his face. Thirty minutes had passed, and Ernest had no time to talk with those people. He had to spend the money before his lie was exposed. Ernest turned to the employee who was standing behind the glass door as she didn't know why ‘the beggar’ hadn't left yet. “Now what, miss? Your shop doesn't welcome me just because of my appearance, huh?” The woman heard Ernest's unsatisfied voice. She didn't want to get involved in something like chasing a beggar away right in front of the crowd. But there were more and more people gathering at the shop, and she couldn't just stand there and let those people negatively affect their brand's figure. The employee opened the glass door, telling Ernest. “Our shop welcomes everyone, except for the ones who have suspecting behaviors.” Then she talked with a loud voice, “All four beggars whom we refused to meet intended to disrupt us by begging our customers, and they didn't want to do shopping in our shop any more. Even one of those beggars wanted to steal our clothes.” “We have our reason for not welcoming you, sir. You say that you are not a beggar, but you give no evidence to prove that you have enough money to do shopping here.” “Certainly, we understand how hard it is for a beggar to survive in this tough world. But, ladies and gentlemen, we have to work too!” The employee glanced at the crowd, “I am a mother, I have to work to raise my children, but if I let those beggars affect the shop's monthly income, the owner will fire me!” The crowd immediately supported the employee's words. They whispered loudly as they wanted Ernest to hear that. “I agree, this young man might be a liar.” “If other people were treated this way, they would leave this shop and go to another one, but this man just stands here to argue. Don't you think it's weird?” “Go away, liar! You're disrupting their shop! Get out!” The situation was worse and worse for Ernest. Other people thought that he was just an annoying beggar who came there just to disrupt. It's unacceptable! Ernest was a beggar, yes, but he just wanted to spend his money! Who the hell was free to the point of coming to a deluxe apparel shop and letting the others scold him? The employee saw Ernest being silent. She thought that the guy was shocked and he had nothing to lie to. She smiled in politeness, but her words were a threat. “Please go away or we will call the police.” Ernest laughed as if he saw something super funny and interesting. He also nodded, waving his hand, but not leaving. Everyone was confused, including the employee. She didn't understand why the beggar smiled that way, but it didn't stop her from pulling this person away from the apparel shop. More people were heading to this place, and the owner wouldn't be happy to see his shop becoming the national circus. “What do-” “Now can I say something after all?” Ernest interrupted the employee, and he also stopped his laughter as well. Ernest himself might not recognize, but all the people surrounding realized that something had changed. Ernest was no longer elegant and courteous, his eyes were sharp as blade and ready to cut off everything. He stepped forward, and when he realized that everyone was silent, he glanced at the employee with a challenging look in his eyes. “Call 911 first, miss.” At the same time, Ashley and the scriptwriter, James, were walking all over the area to look for Ernest.Ashley had been walking for such a long time, his face turned pale and both his legs were trembling uncontrollably. He huffed and puffed, telling James with a trembling voice, as if there was nothing stable on his body now.“S-stop, James! I-I need to take a rest! I can't walk any longer!” Then he bought an icy beverage from the vending machine, and started complaining after drinking a bit, “Screw it! Why the hell does Michael tell us to find that beggar? He is just a scammer coming to fool us and Michael trusts everything he said? What happened?”“And the last name Eswaranski? Damn, why the fck did my uncle sell the diary to pay for his debt? Why didn't he sell one of his kidneys? Fuck!!!”“Now the diary is gone and it's possible that the scammer has seen that name and pretended to be noble!”Ashley couldn't hold back his bad words. After Ernest left, he had gone back home to look for the name Eswaranski in his great grandfather’s diary. But who the hell could expect that his uncle h
Ernest raised his eyebrows. His anger vanished as fast as the way it showed up, and Ernest was conscious enough to realize his problem. He couldn't stand there and argue while the precious time was flying. He had another plan, but before leaving, he had to do something. “Fine, now I understand the way you guys do business.” He looked at the big, sparkling banner on the rooftop, “Friesta? Good, this is the first brand that I have to keep in mind.” “We will meet again.” If I couldn't survive tonight. Ernest left that sentence with a mysterious smile before he turned away, heading to another shop. Ernest wouldn't give up! He had six hours left, and there must be some shop where he could spend all his money! But when Ernest was about to leave the crowd, he heard someone calling him. “Sir. Please, sir. I have something to talk about.” Ernest was surprised, and so did the crowd. Since they all knew that Ernest had done nothing wrong, no one dared to scold him badly. Just look at his
“You have one hour and one million dollars to prepare. Got it?”Ernest's words pulled Steven back to reality. He nodded immediately.“Yes, sir. We'll have done everything by the time you arrive!”Now Steven wasn't the only one to be shocked. Everyone was, too, including Ashley and James, who had been standing in the crowd and witnessing from the beginning to the end of this event.Ashley was recording that scene with his phone, intending to show Michael that he had trusted the wrong person. But, please, how the hell could the story twist this way?James and Ashley looked at each other, seeing the same message in the eyes.Ernest Eswaranski wasn't a scammer? Not kidding?Ernest was a scammer, and Ernest himself admitted that in his mind. But he was satisfied with what he had just created. It was face-slapping, right? Just look at the woman employee’s regretful expression, as if she had thrown one million dollars away. Ah, yes, it was actually one million dollars, ha ha.Though the mone
Yes, the bank officer knew what the black card actually was.There were some mysterious clans in the world who were richer and more powerful than the other half of the world. They lived and worked in secret, wandering among ordinary people, contributing a lot for the world. As a result, they took the right to enjoy special privileges, which no one else could imagine.One of those privileges was the black card. It was recognized widely in the world, according to what the bank officer had learned, the card’s owner could pay and withdraw the money anywhere in the world, no matter what country they were in, or which ATM machine they wanted to use.Their black cards were just simple. The background pattern, the name, and sometimes there was a number.The pattern was their clan's symbol, engraved with some special techniques so that the card was unique and recognizable. They had their own symbol, and all the bank officers had to learn them properly so as not to cause any trouble with those
Yes, sir. I'll bring it to you.”Hannah stood behind Ernest, so he didn't know how focused she had been since the moment he stepped into the shop. Now she smiled in silence, going to the opposite area to prepare an icy water cup, as if she had pretended Ernest's choice.Unlike the employee who had scolded Ernest, Hannah was conscious and smart enough to figure out who the real VIP was.Aniston Stella had been unmarketable for about a year—the moment when Friesta had launched and taken away all their ‘loyal’ customers. Hannah had to know exactly who her customers could be.There had been lots of people wearing fancy clothes, showing how wealthy they were, but they had just tried to find more reasons to buy the shop's clothes cheaper and cheaper.But who the hell would sell a silk skirt for just three dollars?Hannah had to learn the differences between the actual wealthy people and the fake ones, but not based on the appearance. Their expressions, their attitude, and even the way they
In the other corner, Hannah realized that the situation, despite its weirdness, was worse than expected. She stepped out, thinking of some way to ease Ernest’s anger, because they couldn't provoke this wealthy (and weird) customer. But right at that moment, the poor employee heard Ernest shouting.“Screw it, Steven! Twenty thousand dollars is not even enough for a tiny meal, why the hell are you always refusing as if it's a big amount?”Hannah stopped. Ernest's words echoed in her ears like a curse.‘Twenty thousand dollars is not even enough for a tiny meal’?So that's a corner revealed of the rich’s life?Hannah looked at her colleagues, seeing the familiar bewilderment reflected in his eyes.It’s enough bewilderment. Hannah stepped back. She would never poke her nose into this argument. She—the woman who couldn't even buy a tiny meal costing twenty thousand dollars—was not deserved. Hannah's better go back, or else she would not be able to look straight at her dinner.The argument
However, five minutes had gone since Ernest bought a huge load of clothes, and his brain just thought of only one thing.A machine gun.If you were going to be dead tonight, why wouldn't you buy a machine gun and go back shooting the damn shop owner—Steven Smith? Ernest himself would go to hell for murder, but Steven would be there for indirectly killing him!!!Fuck.Once again, Ernest sat on the street with money, but was not even able to blurt out a bad word with his mouth, because he was still muted for another ten minutes.Though all the words above were just a moment of complaining, maybe he should buy a gu-“Thanks God, finally we found you, Mr. Eswaranski!”Ernest looked up, seeing the comer. Oh? That was the director Ernest had met in the morning, and his name was, hmm, Matthew? Morris? Or Miller?There were two people coming with him, all of whom were exhausted, breathing as if they had just a running contest.One was Ashley, yeah, Ernest remembered his name thanks to his arr
The first time ever, Michael felt how hard it was in negotiation. Though the legendary last name Eswaranski had turned twenty thousand dollars into something more realistic than just a daydream, it's still a dangerous investment.Thirty percent was high and safe enough for both investor and the project manager, right?Didn't he think that it was still… low? Was he crazy?Thinking so, Michael asked. “So, you mean 40% would be better?”Ernest glanced at Michael without a word, but this time, Ernest’s emotion was not good as it was at the beginning. He put the black card on the table, right on the contract, finger started scratching the table.Forty percent? What the heck was that man saying? There had been thirty and Ernest just wanted to remove it, so why the hell did he think that forty would be better?Fck the damn punishment! Why muting him? Why???Now Ernest could neither say that he refused this contract nor gesture that he was temporarily dumb! He could do nothing, and Michael—ye