Carlisle’s eyes lit up with excitement. It was as if someone had given him a pillow while he was tired.


    He had been discussing the gold farming process with Heath and the others earlier.


    He hadn’t expected Heath to remember everything he had said and even to contact his old ssmate.


    Carlisle dialed the number on the note.


    “Who’s this?” a hoarse voice answered from the other end.


    “Hello, I’m Carlisle, and I’m…”


    “Oh, you’re Carlisle, huh? How much can you pay me every month?” The voice interrupted.


    The person on the phone seemed to know why Carlisle was calling and didn’t wait for him to finish


    before asking about his sry.


    “Did Heath tell you about my ount farming business?”


    “He did. I can get you whatever you need.”


    Carlisle’s tone became indifferent as he said, “I don’t like dealing with people who brag.”


    “I won’t take a penny from you if I were lying!” Hank replied in a simrly cold manner.


    He felt that Heath’s friend had no respect for him. If it weren’t for Heath, he would have hung up by


    now.


    He made thousands of dors a month selling cheats on the forums. There was no need for him to


    cater


    to anyone.


    Carlisle smiled. “What’s your ideal sry?”


    “The same as everyone else. I want two hundred dors a day!” Hank replied.


    “Fine. Come by today, and I’ll pay you for a day’s work.”


    After Carlisle hung up, Heath looked at him worriedly, cigarette in hand. “With four people in the studio,


    you’ll be spending eight hundred dors daily!”


    Carlisle’s smile froze. It was indeed annoying.


    Spending eight hundred a day meant he was losing five thousand six hundred dors a week. The


    studio business wouldn’t make that much in the beginning. Not to mention that he had less than five


    thousand


    dors on him right now.


    Heath stubbed out his half–smoked cigarette into an empty beer bottle and suggested, “Let’s switch to


    monthly payments for the sry. You just have to take care of our food, housing, and transportation.


    We haveputers now, so we don’t have to go to inte cafes!”


    “Don’t worry about the money. I’ll never go back on my word!” Carlisle said.


    “It’s almost time for ss. I’ll be back tonight.” Carlisle got up and walked out of the room, leaving


    nothing


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    but a cool silhouette behind..


    Heath stared at Carlisle’s leaving figure. He was more and more convinced that Carlisle was someone


    who could make a fortune. Staying by his side was no mistake.


    Carlisle returned to campus. As he approached the campus gate, he received a message from Wanda.


    “Carlisle, can you bring me a bottle of mineral water?”


    “Sure!”


    Carlisle went to the convenience store and bought two bottles of mineral water. Just as he was about to


    pay, Mike entered the store with two of his buddies.


    They looked tipsy.


    Carlisle paid five dors and didn’t ask for the change before getting ready to leave.


    Mike put his hand up to stop Carlisle. His breath smelled of alcohol. “You got two bottles of water?”


    “For a friend.”


    Mike’s expression darkened. “They’re for Wanda, right?”


    One of them shoved Carlisle. “Didn’t we talk about thisst night? Have you forgotten?”


    “Let’s go to the bathroom and have a chat, shall we?” the other one said as he draped his arm around


    Carlisle’s shoulder.


    Carlisle knew he couldn’t beat them, so he forced a smile and offered them the water. “Here, these are


    on


    me!”


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    Mike took the water from Carlisle’s hand and patted him on the shoulder.


    “Don’t let me catch you again, or I’ll take you to the bathroom for a real talk!”


    With that, he waved his hand and went deeper into the convenience store with his friends.


    Carlisle left the store with a dark expression on his face.


    He never expected to be the target of bullies.


    Back in high school, he had some good friends. As long as he didn’t upset any of the bullies, he was


    safe


    at school.


    He wondered if he should tell the teacher. Things might get worse if he did. Besides, the school might


    not have handled it properly, and he didn’t have any evidence.


    “Damn it, just you wait!” Carlisle red at the convenience store before quickly dashing out of campus


    to buy two bottles of mineral water.


    When he returned to the ssroom, he was sweating profusely.


    Wanda furrowed her brow. She took a small electrio–fan out of her desk drawer and handed it to


    Carlisle. Why do you look so tired?”