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Half an hour later, a woman in her thirties, dressed in luxurious clothes, stepped into the internet café, her nose wrinkling as she entered. Her slightly bulging abdomen revealed she was pregnant, but it didn’t stop her from clearly disapproving of the place.
“Honey,” Ivan greeted her, his voice full of respect, as he hurried to meet her.
Jessica Stewart gave Ivan a pointed look. “Could you please pay attention to the hygiene in this place? With that foot odor, who in their right mind would want to visit?” she scoffed.
Ivan scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “It’s packed every day, babe. It’s only around seven or eight in the morning when we don’t have many customers.”
Jessica didn’t seem impressed. Instead, she took a bundle wrapped tightly in newspaper out of her bag and handed it to him with a frown. “Here’s 100 thousand dollars. Keep the remaining 20 thousand for yourself. Don’t keep begging my dad for money. He’s already starting to look down on you.”
“Yes, honey,” Ivan replied with a forced smile, taking the money with a sheepish grin.
Jessica, clearly tired of the conversation, turned and headed toward the bedroom. Ivan unwrapped the newspaper, revealing the crisp new bills. He quickly separated 20 thousand and placed the remaining 80 thousand in front of Carlisle.
“Here’s 80 thousand,” Ivan said. “Count it.”
Sean couldn’t hide his shock as he stared at the stack of money. 80 thousand dollars. His chest tightened as the reality of the sum hit him. In his father’s store, it had taken more than a decade of hard work to save up 100 thousand dollars, and now, here he was, watching Carlisle sell a single item—a piece of equipment—for almost that much.
Carlisle, however, didn’t seem as affected by the money. With the perspective his rebirth gave him, he understood the value of 80 thousand dollars more deeply than anyone around him. He glanced at the stack, indifferent, and said, “Let’s log in and make the trade now.”
Ivan returned to the counter and logged into his account. “Your username is Bygones_b_bygones?” Ivan asked, confirming once more.
“Yes. Are you The_Whisperwind?” Carlisle asked, ensuring the details were correct.
“Yeah, that’s me.” Ivan clicked the trade window open.
Carlisle dragged the Heavenly Sword into the window, completing the trade. Ivan purchased the sword for a single gold coin, and once the transaction was complete, Carlisle couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.
Ivan immediately began inspecting the Heavenly Sword, his eyes widening as he checked its attributes. He pulled out a camera from the drawer and took a few pictures, clearly planning to resell it for a profit. He’d bought it for 80 thousand dollars and was already thinking about flipping it for 100 thousand, netting him a tidy 20 thousand-dollar profit. For his small internet café, that was almost four months’ worth of earnings.
“Mr. Sanders, it’s getting late. We’ll take off now,” Carlisle said, standing up along with Sean.
“Okay, Carlisle. We’re officially friends now,” Ivan said, rising from his chair with a smile. He handed them both cigarettes. “Whenever you drop by to use the internet, I’ll only charge you a dollar.”
Carlisle accepted the gesture with a smile of his own. “Thanks, Mr. Sanders.”
With that, Ivan escorted them out of the café, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The night was young, and Carlisle and Sean headed straight to a nearby restaurant to treat themselves to a lavish breakfast.
As they were finishing their meal, Carlisle reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, handing Sean 20 thousand dollars. “Sean, this 20 thousand is for you.”
Sean froze, his mouth hanging open in shock. “Carl… This—this is 20 thousand dollars.”
It wasn’t just a small amount—it was a fortune, something even Sean’s father couldn’t hand him so casually.
“Take it,” Carlisle urged, his voice firm but gentle as he pushed the money into Sean’s hands.
“Thanks, Carl,” Sean said, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes reddened, and he couldn’t quite believe it. With a friend like Carlisle, Sean felt like he could conquer the world.
After the meal, they left the restaurant, and Carlisle made a detour to a nearby cell phone store. Inside, a display case was lined with the latest in mobile technology—keypad phones, the reigning trend of the time. One particularly eye-catching model, the Motorola Razr V3, stood out. The sleek flip phone had just been released the previous month, and posters promoting it adorned the walls of the store. However, the price was steep—4200 dollars.
Carlisle quickly selected the phone, admiring its design. It wasn’t just a purchase; it was a statement. It was a way to mark this moment of financial freedom, a testament to how far he had come.
