The Super Billionaire System

Chapter 6

“How old are you?”

The young boy pointed at his ID in the wallet. “I turned 21 on the first day of this year.”

“Ah, I see. You look like you are 15.” Lyon trailed off as a thought popped into his head, “How much do you charge per job?”

“In this economy, sir, I earn 500 dollars in my best month, it is difficult for people to find a resourceful person like me,” The young man said confidently.

Lyon took a close look at his wallet, the IDs were valid. Lyon knew this because he had to verify the IDs of most of the workers that came to work at the Jameson’s Villa.

“The name is Paul, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“If I'd offer you five thousand dollars a month, a place to stay and food allowance, would you work as my exclusive personal assistant?”

Paul’s face brightened up, as if he were just  genuinely happy. “Sir, is this really true or are you messing with me?”

Lyon smiled and brought his phone out, he opened his bank app, prompted the app to send $500 then he handed the phone over to Paul. “Enter your account details in,”

He did as Lyon asked and the money got wired into his account right away.

Paul checked his account balance, which was previously on -323.67 dollars but was now on 176.33 dollars. “This is so real, sir I am willing to follow you for the rest of my life.” he screamed excitedly, bowing simultaneously.

DING!

[The system has awarded you 5,000,000 dollars for employing the poor street young man. Plus another 10,000,000 dollars to cover his personal expenses and salary]

Incredible! Lyon thought to himself, if doing a good deed gave this much reward, how much more of a task. He didn't even plan to help the boy for the sake of the system.  Paul’s working rate was so impressive to him that it almost reminded him of himself as a younger man.

He didn’t know it would attract that much reward. This was a sign to take the tasks seriously.

“That is a signing bonus, so take me to the motel we will be spending the night.”

“Let’s go, sir.” Paul ushered him forward, “Though this is an upgraded looking area, there are several types of motels, which type would you like to spend the night?”

“Just somewhere safe. Tomorrow morning, I will send you some money to get me a nice and high quality tuxedo, a mansion, and a car. Can you drive?”

“Yes sir, I have a driver’s license," Paul replied, pushing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. 

Lyon knew he could not ask him to pick the old madam’s gift on his behalf, he had to do it because he knew her references and it was a task the system had assigned to them.

“Alright! When I am out, make sure you get new clothes for both of us, shoes and other essentials and have them delivered to the place you get.”

Paul was surprised that Lyon was entrusting him to so many tasks even though they had just met. He was not surprised that his new boss had mistaken him for a fifteen year old, his body frame had not changed since he left his foster home for a better life.

He had been living hand to mouth because of the horrible mistake he had made when he first came out to hustle for a better life.

He mixed with the wrong crowd, and he got into debts that he wasn’t done paying off. Paul had picked up so  many skills and lived a frugal life so he could clear his mountain load of debt.

For some reason, he was pushed to speak to the weird older man who was talking crazy to himself after he got off the call.

Though Lyon seemed to be acting crazier earlier, he was a kind man. He would rather trust a crazy kind man than to remain on the cold streets.

They arrived at a decent motel, it was pretty much affordable. Lyon asked for a double-bed room since he still had more stuff to fill Paul in on the details.

“Grrrr.” Lyon’s stomach growled loudly enough for the people around him to hear.

The receptionist and Paul looked at him.

“Ma’am, please, is your kitchen still active?” Paul asked.

“No. Our cook is asleep at the moment,”

Before she could offer a solution, Paul spoke again, “May I use your kitchen, I promise to be careful with your tools and pay for the ingredients.”

The woman looked at the two of them. One of them’s stomach growled like he had not eaten in days and the other was as skinny as a church rat. Maria, the cook might cuss her out for letting a stranger use her kitchen but there was no way she was refusing the hungry men in front of her.

“Alright. Keep your word!” She handed them the keys to their room.

“Do you know anything about the restaurant we met yesterday?” Lyon asked Paul as they ate their food.

He had cooked some noodles with eggs and fried beef for them.

“I don’t know much but I have heard rumours that the owner is looking to sell the place so he can buy some private island.” Paul said with a mouthful of noodles.

“Sir, did the place catch your interest?’

“You could say that, I need you to find the closer in charge of the restaurant, we are going to make a purchase, no matter the amount they are willing to sell it.”

Paul’s chopstick fell down. How rich was the man he was sharing a plate with? that he was casually mentioning buying one of the most exotic restaurants in the city.