Chapter 30: Chapter 30 The Wealthy Deserve Respect And Privilege

He glanced at the roll of money Julian put back into his pocket, estimating that there were still more than two hundred, maybe less than three hundred. He stacked the bills on the table, picked them up, and examined each one carefully. No doubt, they were real money—t-dollar bills from the Empire. The front displayed the imperial royal emblem, while the back depicted the AT cleaning war machine.

His fingertips glided over the printed portions, fully feeling the unique ure from the gravings, confirming it was the real deal!

Holding the money with some confusion, he looked up at Julian. Julian casually pulled out a chair and sat down. "Mr. Kre, I sincerely thank you for providing me with a place to rest and eat wh I was at my wits' d. It changed my life.

"The extra fifty dollars is my personal way of expressing gratitude for your help wh I needed it the most. This is my heartfelt appreciation, so I hope you will accept it. Additionally, I would like you to write a receipt and declare the contract void."

At this momt, Mr. Kre finally regained his sses. He looked at Julian with a complex expression, unsure where this lucky kid had found a source of wealth. From the way he acted so gerously, it was clear that fifty dollars might no longer be a significant amount in his eyes.

As a capitalist, Mr. Kre held a profound reverce for capitalism. If Julian were a poor boy, he would have shown his disdain and leaned forward, spitting on Julian's face. But now, Julian was a wealthy man, and Mr. Kre had to act in accordance with his status and that of his counterpart—elegantly and nobly, without being vulgar.

After considering it, he nodded, took out a piece of pure stationery, and wrote a receipt for one hundred dollars with a p soaked in ink, adding the date, signing it, and stamping it. Th he turned a and retrieved Julian and Graf's contract from a filing cabinet, applying a rarely used "void" stamp on every page multiple times.

From this momt on, Julian and Graf had no further ties to the station.

Julian greatly appreciated Mr. Kre's decisivess and extded his hand for a handshake. "Speaking of which, we will be doing business again. In about six days, two thousand five hundred boxes of low alcohol wine will arrive from other places. I hope to store them at the station's warehouse for a couple more days, as I need to arrange transportation."

Mr. Kre was tak aback. Two thousand five hundred boxes of low alcohol wine, ev at the lowest price of six dollars a box, made him gasp. He extded his other hand, gripping Julian's right hand tightly, a "sweet" smile appearing on his face. "No problem, absolutely no problem. Customer requests are our service's core principle.

Any goods that arrive will have a three day waiting period for transfer. If it exceeds that limit, it's fine; the cost of a warehouse is only a trivial five dollars a day."

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This huge leap from Julian to Mr. Julian was accomplished with just one hundred fifty dollars and two thousand five hundred boxes of goods. Money permeates every layer of society, and the scariest part is that people oft fail to realize how money subtly influces their judgmt and thoughts at all times.

"That's ev better. I'll come back again once the goods arrive," Mr. Kre said, mtioning his son, and Julian remembered the school he had mtioned. "By the way, you mtioned there was a school that could teach me literacy?"

"Yes, there is such a thing," Mr. Kre immediately loosed his hands, took a business card from his drawer, and handed it over with both hands.

Julian took it and glanced; it was not far from where he currtly lived. In his dreams, something had always said, "Knowledge changes destiny," and he deeply believed in that. Knowledge is a formidable thing, just like money. Wh you don't have it, you might not feel any differce betwe yourself and others. But once you possess knowledge, you realize that you may not be the same as others.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Kre, Julian took Graf to the so called "tutoring class." Not only did he need to learn to read, but Graf also needed to, as did Dave and all illiterate members of their community association.

What he aimed to do was definitely not business in Ternell City, nor was it to sell low-alcohol wine; he needed a team that could help him reach the pinnacle of the world. He wanted to be a member of the ruling class in this world!

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The literacy class has be arranged, costing a considerable sum of money, and with Mr. Kre's support, his daughter is very atttive. In this capitalist world, the wealthy deserve respect and privilege in society; after all, money is people's father.

During the day, Julian was busy watching the blacksmith create large distillers, purchasing some necessary equipmt and tools, and at night he attded the literacy class with his fellowship assosiation members. It must be said that compared to the square characters in the dream world, the letters in this world are indeed not difficult to learn.

It's just like how people can speak, if you know ough letters and understand how to spell them, reading becomes basically no problem.

What remains is to increase reading volume, memorize more vocabulary, and practice writing. Every member of the fellowship knows that such an opportunity is hard to come by, knowledge, like money, is an expsive resource.

For a rapid literacy class like this, everyone needs to pay fifte bucks in tuition, which is truly an astronomical figure for these youths, at least before they joined the fellowship.

Whever they have a little money in their pockets, they will hand it over to their parts at home to improve their living conditions, buy a piece or two of clothing for their younger siblings, or treat them to some good food. Therefore, wh it comes to learning literacy and writing, every youth takes it very seriously, no one needs to remind them, and they absorb knowledge like sponges.