Idle Money System

Alexander decided to be dropped off across from the restaurant and paid Kent 1,000 pesos another huge tip that is.

Kent then thanked him profusely before driving back to continue his duties.

As Alexander watched the car fade into the distance, he turned his gaze towards the restaurant and noticed Claire watching him. After checking the road to ensure it was clear, he crossed over to her.

"Good morning, Claire," he greeted.

Claire just nodded in acknowledgment, her thoughts seemingly elsewhere.

Alexander looking at her expression, wondered what was on her mind.

"Let's go inside and prepare since we're about to open up," Claire said, snapping out of her reverie.

Alexander nodded and followed Claire inside the restaurant, observing the quiet place.

He thought to himself, "I should resign next week. Money is no longer a problem, and I need to focus on making more and cultivating. Spending all my time at a regular job when I can earn so much more elsewhere isn't ideal."

However, he didn't want to resign immediately because Valentine had treated him so well, increasing his salary and offering him the job with low requirements.

His companions at the restaurant were also not bad. Without the system, his goal would have been to work, support his studies, get a job, and live a good life.

But now, with the system, his goals had taken a massive turn. He realized that money was secondary to power.

With power, he could have money. However, he still wanted to attend school and have a normal school life.

When they were inside, Sophia, who was wiping the table, saw Alexander and was about to greet him but stope and kept staring at him blankly.

"Is there really something wrong with my face?" he frowned, checking his reflection in a glass.

Finding nothing amiss, he asked, feeling puzzled, "Can you tell me why you seem to freeze in place while looking at me?"

Sophia and Claire just remained silent, and continuedly observe him. Just as Claire was about to speak, Weasley appeared behind Alexander.

"Hey, good morning Alexander. What a wonderful day rig—" Weasley's voice stopped abruptly when Alexander turned to look at him.

Seeing Weasley freeze mid-sentence, Alexander felt something was definitely off.

"Can you tell me why your gazes are so intense, like you want to read my soul?" he asked the three.

Weasley did not speak yet and just put his hand on his chin, observing Alexander closely.

"Alexander, did you get a haircut?" he asked with a narrowed gaze.

Alexander was stunned by the question. Did he get a haircut? Of course not.

"Not at the moment, Uncle Weasley. Why would you even ask that?" Alexander replied, fully confused.

Weasley nodded since he also didn't see any changes in his hair, "It's just that you look so different," he said.

Weasley nodded, still puzzled. "Your charm seems to have increased. I don't know, but you've just become more appealing, and the pressure you give off seems so different that I can't describe it," he said, deep in thought.

Sophia laughed softly, adding, "Dad was right, Alexander. You give off a different feeling. It's like you've gone from a little baby to a mature man all of a sudden."

"I can't deny what Sophia said," Claire said in a calm voice, "You looked like a young master yesterday, but now you look like a soldier who has experienced life-and-death scenarios."

Alexander, hearing what they said, made him question himself. Did his aura really change? But all he did was kill beasts and level up. How could the changes in him be so obvious?

"I see. I didn't notice this," Alexander replied with a slight grin.

"Well, maybe it's just because I've been practicing martial arts and made a breakthrough, tempering my temperament."

Claire listening to his explanation just hummed in response, thinking that this must be the case.

She didn't know any martial arts, but she knew that practicing could change one's perception on its user, so this explanation made sense to her.

As they were discussing, Valentine then appeared in an office suit, "What are the four of you discussing? Don't tell me you're gossiping something bad so early in the morni—" she stopped mid-sentence, looking at Alexander.

"Oh, Alexander, did you get a haircut?" she asked, looking at him closely.

Alexander couldn't help but sigh wryly, "No, I didn't. It's just because I've had a breakthrough in my training, so my temperament has changed," he explained.

Valentine nodded, seeming like she understands, though it was clear she didn't fully grasp it. She didn't ponder about it further but greeted each of them before bidding farewell to tend to her work.

Noticing the time, Alexander and Claire finished their dilly-dallying. They put on their uniforms, and Alexander turned the sign to indicate they were open. Soon, customers began arriving one by one to eat.

Finally, lunchtime came, and they all took a short break to enjoy their meals. Afterward, they continued their work.

At a port near the seashore, Ethan and a few large men in black suits stood behind a black car. Ethan checked his phone, wondering if the old man had gotten lost.

The ship had already docked, so why wasn't he here yet? This made him a bit angry, that an old man who knows how to fight had the balls to make him wait.

Suddenly, a man filled with vitality walked out of the ship and stood before him. He wasn't particularly bulky but looked like an ordinary old man with a long beard and mustache.

"Are you, my employer?" the old man said in a deep voice.

Ethan, caught off guard by the old man's appearance and his question, realized this must be the person he was waiting for.

"You must be Master Viper. Nice to meet you. I'm Ethan, and my boss wants to meet you," he said, scrutinizing the old man.

Inwardly, Ethan was filled with contempt but did not spoke it aloud, "This old man looks so malnourished. Is he not going to die with just a punch? Those weak arms look like they need some nutrition," he thought.

The old man, known as Viper Ronin, was not angered by Ethan's disdainful eyes. He just smiled playfully, sensing the disgust from an ordinary person.

"Consider this your lucky day, since I'm in a very good mood," Viper Ronin said with a scornful smile, making Ethan and the other men freeze.

Anger welled up in the men behind Ethan as they clenched their fists, looking at Viper menacingly preparing to take action to each this old man a lesson.

"Stop, step down. This is the boss's guest. Don't do anything that isn't in his orders," Ethan commanded, spreading his left hand to halt them. Experience more content on empire

He then bowed to the old man and apologized, "Sorry about that, Master Viper. If I offended you, please forgive me. Please get inside the car; the boss is waiting for you at his place," Ethan said, bowing his head but his eyes were bloodshot, clearly unwilling.

He was strictly instructed to bring this old man and to act courteously, ensuring not to anger him. Their plan couldn't afford any mistakes or delays at this stage.

"Hmph, you have some consciousness, I see. If you hadn't done that, I would've disabled you just now," Viper Ronin snorted, getting into the car and settling in the passenger seat.

Ethan who was still bowing, felt his anger rise, his face darkening with annoyance. The old man was definitely pushing his buttons.

The man beside him was already fuming, but Ethan stopped them, patting each of their shoulder to calm them down.

"Let him go," he muttered, nodding towards them.

The man followed hir order unwillingly as he sat beside the driver, and as the car pulled away, a tense silence fell over them.

Viper Ronin kept his eyes closed, and Ethan couldn't help but feel a surge of disdain.

"This old man was so calm and quiet, is he dead?" he said inwardly full of contempt

But he didn't say anything aloud as the ride continued in silence. When they arrived at the mansion, Ethan got out first and opened the door for Viper.

"Master Viper, we have arrived. Please come in, the boss is inside waiting for your presence" he said respectfully.

The old man then exited the car and walked along the pathway leading to the door, treating Ethan as if he were an invisible air. Ethan held his tongue from cursing, knowing his boss was inside.

Inside the hall, two grand seats were positioned on a platform at the staircase. Jonathan sat on one of the seats, smoking a cigar.

Lining the pathway leading to the platform, members of the Black Serpent Gang stood facing opposite each other on either side of the red carpet. These were clearly the inner members of the gang.

Jonathan, who was leisurely smoking, saw the old man and immediately recognized him. He hurriedly stood up from his seat, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"Master Viper Ronin, you actually arrived so early. Please have a seat," he said warmly, gesturing towards a seat on the platform.

Viper Ronin, seeing the humble treatment, felt a surge of pride and arrogance. He nodded curtly and sat down.

Jonathan's underlings was very displeased and angry at the old man's attitude, as they stared daggers at him.

However, Jonathan remained unfazed, knowing that someone of Viper's caliber had every right to be arrogant.

He then sat at the other seat and asked, filled with pleasantries, "Master Viper Ronin, what do you want to drink? We have tea here that was imported from the US. I guarantee that you will love it," Jonathan voiced out.

Viper Ronin just waved his hand in denial his face was adorned with a smile.

"No need for that," he said.

"I'm only here for the money. No need for the ceremony. Also, what kind of help do you need to invite me?" he inquired, his voice calm.

Hearing this, Jonathan then answered stating his purpose for hiring him, "Master Viper, it's because we are in need of your power to deal with someone."

"Oh, who could it be, to make you spend a billion to invite me?" the old man inquired, caressing his beard.

"It's to deal with the protector of Benjamin. I heard he's very strong and can even dodge bullets. Can you handle him alone while we finish Benjamin?" Jonathan said menacingly.

Ethan who was on the side of Jonathan also knew there was a strong protector guarding Benjamin.

Rumor had it that he was so fast, that he could dodge a flurry of bullet in midair and even twist thick steel with his bare hands.

That protector was a middle-aged man with a powerful aura, but the old man in front of him looked so malnourished, like he was in the last stage of his diabetes.

If he wasn't careful, a strong gust of wind might just knock him over!

The old man, not caring about the contempt from Ethan's gaze, just snorted in reply, "Hmph, the guy you're referring to is just a master of inner strength. I can deal with him by just lifting my small finger," Viper Ronin said arrogantly.