887: There's Only One Way To Do This

There's Only One Way To Do This

"Stop looking, old man. It's mine." Carla gave a bright smile to Abraham and reached out her hand to the Christy's stinky tofu.1

"Wait!" Abraham said hastily, grabbing the plate.

"Hey, I know you're old and all, but that doesn't give you the right to rob me. Let go or you'll have to face the consequences of your action. There are rules here, you know." Carla stared at him malevolently, holding the plate tightly.

Christy looked very anxious. It was not wise to defy a man as powerful as Duke Abraham, but she had promised the food to her friend, so she didn't know what to do.

A worried look flashed across Abraham's face. He had read about the rules on the back of the menu. He knew that Mag was obstinate. After all, he was the second person who dared to refuse the king's invitation and reward.

The first was Alex. The king had named him the northwest's general, but he had refused. He went to travel the continent with a sword, so he was only the northwest's general in name.

Abraham was careful not to violate these rules. If his name were to be added to the blacklist, it would be a huge loss for him.

Robbing other people's food was obviously a very bad behavior.

"Calm down, little girl," Abraham said with a smile. "I will not rob you of your food. I just want to discuss something with you. I will not rob you of anything." But his hand didn't let go.

"What? You want to buy it?" Carla frowned, and then shook her head. "I won't sell for 10 times the price!"

Abraham: "…"

Abraham turned to Christy standing not far from the table and smiled. "I don't want to buy it. I want to make a deal with this girl. Is this stinky tofu hers? Then the decision should be in her hands. Let's see how she decides."

"M-me?" Chris was stunned. She didn't expect that Duke Abraham would have such a peaceful conversation with Carla for a stinky tofu, nor did she expect he would now hand over the decision to her.

Abraham nodded. "Yes." He took a look at the badge on Chris's chest and smiled. "You're an employee of Buffett Banks, right? A manager? I have some money in Rodu. I started to save it 20 or 30 years ago, so there should be a lot now. If you give me this stinky tofu, I'll put that money in your bank."

Christy gaped at Abraham, almost unable to believe what she had heard.

There was a list of the richest people in Buffett Banks, all of who were the wealthiest on this continent. Duke Abraham was ranked 10th on the list. Dragons were also rich, but they preferred to use gold and silver as mattresses rather than deposit them in banks.

There were 10 dukes in the Roth Empire, and all of them had vast fiefs and countless treasures—except for Abraham.

Abraham had no fiefs, but he was still awfully rich.

When the last king had died, he left him a huge legacy. He had not accepted any fiefs these years, but he had received countless rewards from the new king. There were many different industries under his name.

No one knew how much money he had, but everyone knew that he had enough money to fill up rooms.

Many employees of Buffetts Bank had made a lot of special trips to Rodu to visit Abraham, but he was too busy searching for food to care about them. So far, no one had been able to persuade him to deposit any money in the bank.

Now, for a stinky tofu, Abraham promised to put money in Buffett Banks!

Even Christy, who had received many big customers, couldn't hide her excitement. She tentatively asked, "Are you serious?"

Carla looked at Christy in surprise. She had known her for more than a year, and it was the first time she looked so nervous. When Christy had met her father, her expression hadn't changed at all.

Who was he? Carla looked over Abraham. If he could make Christy nervous, he had to be richer than her father, much richer.

Abraham nodded. "Yes, I am. I only want this stinky tofu." He looked at the stinky tofu that they were still holding.

This business would not only allow Chris to exceed this year's target, but should also allow her to be promoted again, even though she had just been promoted to manager.

Christy took a look at Carla, and then at Abraham, saying regretfully, "I've given this stinky tofu to my friend, I'm sorry."

"If you can accept half the stinky tofu, and the promise you just made remains the same, I can spare you half," Carla put in, smiling at Abraham.

"Half?" There was hesitation on Abraham's face.

Carla shrugged. "If you don't make a decision soon, the stinky tofu will get cold and you won't be able to enjoy the hot juice.

Abraham nodded without thinking. "Deal!"

Surprised, Christy looked at Carla gratefully. She was so happy to have such a good friend. Carla gave her a knowing wink.

Carla and Abraham then began to move stinky tofu to their plates, until there was only one piece of stinky tofu left.

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere growing tense.

"I'm a little girl, old man. Would you give this to me, considering I'm so lovely?" Carla pouted, trying to look cute.

"I'm lovely too, so would you please give me this one? " Abraham began to blink quickly.

Carla: "…"

Christy sighed in silence. You two ought to have your heads examined.

"There's only one way to do this: split it in half," said Carla gravely.

"Agreed. I'll do it." Abraham borrowed a knife from Yabemiya and began to cut it carefully.

Carla leaned forward and looked at it carefully for fear that her piece would be smaller.

When the knife cut into the stinky tofu, the juice inside the stinky tofu flew out slowly.

"No!"

The expression on their faces showed that they were heartbroken.

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