NFBE Chapter 1300: Let Me Show You What a Real Super-Rich Person Is
Chapter 1300: Let Me Show You What a Real Super-Rich Person Is
Manager Steve fell silent. He and the two greeters belonged to the same racial organization, which was why they discriminated against Da Bao for being Asian. He knew that neither the staff nor the police supported him, and that continuing the commotion would not bring him any good.
He then said angrily.
"What do you mean you're living off Her Majesty the Queen? You're clearly being supported by us taxpayers. Without our monthly taxes, what would you eat and drink?"
"Alright, officers, please leave now. It would be best to take this filthy Asian man with you; leaving him here only fills our jewelry store with a foul stench."
Da Bao was furious. This idiot's words were too insulting; it seemed necessary to teach him a lesson.
The police officer did not reprimand the manager. After all, they were all people of the same skin color, and deep down, he also disliked people of other skin colors.
The shop assistant who spoke up for Da Bao and the others had packed up their things, leaving only a small bag, and was about to leave.
The manager roared.
"Halt. Before you leave, we need to search you. I suspect you stole the jewelry from the store."
The shop assistant's face turned bright red, and she said angrily.
“Manager Steve, I am English, and we Englishmen do not do such petty things. As a gentleman, please have the manners that a gentleman should have. If that is the case, I do not mind writing to Mr. Graff to inquire about this matter.”
The manager gave a cold laugh.
“Managing the jewelry store is my responsibility. I can doubt anyone. Even if you question Mr. Graff, I believe he will stand by my side. Now I order you to open your bag. The police are here. If you don’t open it, I will ask them to take you back to the police station.”
The shop assistant abruptly pulled open her bag and dumped its contents onto the counter. The bag contained very little: a lipstick, a set of keys, and only one pound and seventy pence.
The shop assistant blushed deeply, and the woman next to her smiled and asked her...
"What's your name? Where did you graduate from?"
“In reply to you, Madam, Evelyn Wilton, I graduated from Notting Hill Elling Secondary School.”
The woman nodded.
"Notting Hill Elling Secondary School, a good school. I need a stenographer. Would you be interested?"
The shop assistant's eyes widened in surprise, and she was about to answer.
Da Bao spoke lazily.
"Madam, please wait. This Evelyn Wilton is a good person, and I admire her. Could you give me a chance?"
The woman smiled and nodded, extending her hand to indicate that you may enter.
Arthur had already registered a financial investment company for Da Bao, and Henry had long ago transferred his 8% stake in HSBC Holdings to Da Bao, so he was lacking a local manager.
Da Bao pulled out a box of business cards. When he opened it, it was glittering with gold. The entire box of business cards was made of gold foil. The manager and the hostess's expressions changed drastically. In the entire upper class of London, no one was extravagant enough to use gold to make business cards. Could this young man in front of them be a super-rich man?
Da Bao took out a business card and handed it to Evelyn. It didn't have a company phone number, only a name.
Evelyn read it aloud, still somewhat confused.
"Charlotte Qin? What brings you here?"
Da Bao smiled as he looked at the future queen of European financial investment and spoke slowly.
“I have a financial investment company that needs a manager of high moral character. I think you are the most suitable. Here’s the deal: this company is co-owned by me and another friend. I will offer you an annual salary of one million pounds, and after three years, I will give you two percent of the shares. Is that acceptable to you?”
Everyone in the shop, including the woman, gaped in astonishment. A million pounds a year? My goodness! The Prime Minister's annual salary is only 360,000 pounds.
The manager's face turned ashen, and he said contemptuously.
"Easterners are all about boasting. A million-pound annual salary? A million pounds is enough to buy all the jewelry in our store. Do you think it's ten or twenty pence?"
Zuo Mingyue said, bewildered.
"Is one million pounds a lot? My butler earns one million pounds a year."
The people in the shop were even less convinced now. Only the woman turned around and looked at the young man beside her. The young man nodded solemnly.
Evelyn was speechless, unsure whether she should accept it.
Da Bao said gently.
"Please consider it. If you agree, go to the 12th floor of Lloyd Building, Thunder Investment Company, tomorrow morning. Someone there will handle your onboarding procedures."
"What! Lloyd's Tower? That's London's most famous business center!"
Da Bao ignored the manager and spoke directly to another employee.
"You're not bad either; you didn't seduce anyone. I'd like to ask, do you get a commission for each piece of jewelry you sell? Whoever sells it gets the commission?"
The shop assistant nodded, looking bewildered.
"Yes, sir."
Da Bao smiled and led Zuo Mingyue to the counter. Graf Jewelry is known for its novelty and fashion.
Da Bao pointed with his finger.
"This, this, this, this..."
The clerk exclaimed.
"Sir, these are all pieces of jewelry worth between twenty and thirty thousand pounds. Are you sure you want them all?"
Dabao shook his head.
"I mean, pack up all the jewelry worth more than £50,000 except for these few."
It's worth noting that an average worker in London earns only £100 to £120 a year, while police officers earn slightly more, with the average officer earning only £10 to £15 a week.
Based on this calculation, £50,000 would take an ordinary worker 500 years to earn, and even an ordinary policeman would need 90 years to earn.
Everyone in the store was stunned; they had never seen anyone buy things like that before.
The shop assistant stammered.
"Sir, are you... are you telling the truth?"
Da Bao pulled out a pen and a checkbook and waved them around. Others might not have been so knowledgeable, but the manager couldn't possibly be so ignorant. He trembled slightly when he saw the checkbook.
This is a traveler's checkbook issued by Standard Chartered Bank. These are bank-endorsed checks with no upper limit. No matter how huge the amount on the check is, the bank will pay it immediately.
The manager immediately put on a big smile and stepped forward to bow deeply.
"What do you mean by that? Sir, someone as super-rich as you should be served by me. How dare these people speak to you?"
Da Bao glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully.
"I only have her serve me. As for you, how dare you speak to me?"
These words were like a slap in the face to the manager, who was somewhat embarrassed and angry, but dared not show it.
At that moment, a clear voice came from the second floor.
“Steve, you’re fired. Someone like you should be begging like a rat in the gutter.”
Following the sound, a thin, middle-aged man in his forties came down from upstairs...