Chapter 92: The House That Lit the Crowd

In just one short week, Wood had already built a certain degree of friendship with everyone here.

To become someone’s friend, first, one could not be too stupid, but one also could not be too shrewd.

If one was too stupid, one would simply become a tool for others to use. One could not be too stupid. People did not like becoming friends with fools. Everyone might look like good friends, but that did not mean they truly were.

At the same time, one could not be too shrewd either. Human beings were selfish by nature. Liking to take advantage of others was almost a common trait across all society. Perhaps this world really did have some shining, righteous people, but most were still ordinary people.

Ordinary people liked taking advantage of others, but they did not like being taken advantage of.

Wood had done very well in this regard. Richard, along with several others, always gave him the dirtiest and most tiring work. After pushing back for a while, he would take it on. Sometimes he would make a small counterattack too. But overall, his behavior fit people’s standard for a friend, and he became everyone’s good friend.

During this period, what everyone heard Richard talk about most often were one legendary story after another related to the rich.

So-and-so had only been an onion seller before becoming wealthy. So-and-so had been a salesman in a store. Then how they grasped an opportunity and suddenly became superiority-complexed strivers.

Aside from these, what Richard boasted about most was his classic cooperation with William. A daily income of hundreds of dollars truly fascinated these young fellows.

When people heard certain words once, they would only treat them as false and laugh them off. But when they heard them every day, they would unconsciously begin to think those words might not all be false. Mixed into them were also some “true stories” about famous people.

At this moment, Wood glanced at Richard, who looked relaxed and was chatting with several rather special-looking customers in the first row. He had faintly realized that a brand-new world was opening its gates to him.

Perhaps Wood’s brief distraction made his chief mistakenly think it had something to do with him. After writing a check, when he passed by Wood, he explained in a low voice why he was doing this. He had a need too.

His wife had been complaining for a long time. They were still using that extremely stupid multi-function stove, an all-in-one range with a grill rack beneath the stovetop.

When they bought it, he and his wife had both thought the design was really fucking smart. They had even imagined that every day, when making dinner, they could put some meat inside, and once the meal was done, the meat on the grill would be cooked too.