Chapter 9

Before Tristan called him, he had gotten a call from Okin, who was an annoying guy. Several times Okin had sold his assets or bought assets from Silas.

The grumpy old man rarely cared about others and contacted him just to say he served a delivery man well. Silas thought the man in front of him, who only worked as a delivery man, must have had little money. But what had he just heard, fifteen million? That was absurd.

"Sorry, Sir Tristan... 15 million is not 15 dollars..." He tried to explain and shook it. But in a slightly agitated manner.

Tristan just nodded his head.

"Perhaps you should check your ears, Sir Tristan. Fifteen million is a lot of money and too much for you to be living in an apartment for that. You only work as a delivery man, I understand you want to live in a comfortable place, but we must learn to know ourselves, Sir Tristan."

He wiped his sweat again. He talked a lot in front of Tristan and felt slightly irritated. Even the clothes Tristan wore looked quite rumple
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