What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

"Nightwish", a night pub in the center of the city.

Literally, this pub is only a pub at night, and is a serious restaurant at other times, but the flow of people is far less than at night.

This was the restaurant that Duomi was talking about. He had eaten here by chance before, but this meal left a deep impression on him.

Not only are the dishes delicious, but the decoration inside the restaurant is also very particular. It uses a starry sky as a groundbreaking theme, replacing the entire ceiling with a dark night sky and embellishing it with starlight.

It looks like there is no place to install the magic lamp, but in fact those stars are lamps.

At night, they will emit particularly dazzling lights, illuminating the entire pub like a disco.

The disco under the starry sky is so romantic. Come and dance with your horse at Nightwish!

This is why Nightwish is so popular among young people.

But during the day, this charm is greatly reduced.

The daylight hit the basalt floor, and there were only a few people sitting in the store. Domi and Morey were at the double seats by the window.

Looking at the extremely exquisite food in front of him, Morey didn't even know how to eat it.

He glanced at Duomi from time to time, wanting to learn how he ate, but also afraid that he would make fun of him for looking like a country brat.

Domi didn't pay too much attention to this, nor did he puncture Morey's last bit of self-esteem. He just kept to himself and ate slowly.

He knew that Morey was very hungry and would eat seven meals in three days, so he gave him a demonstration while waiting for him to eat. Only when a person is full can he have the energy to think about things other than filling his stomach.

Morey was not used to cutting food with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other. He usually only used a spoon, and his stiff movements made it difficult for him to eat a piece of meat.

But when the carefully cooked barbecue was stuffed into his mouth and melted on the tip of his tongue, and the aroma of the meat bounced repeatedly between his lips and teeth, he felt that his whole body was sublimated. It didn't matter if he ate slowly!

After that, he became more and more skillful, gobbling down food voraciously, and soon finished all the food in front of him.

Although I don't care about his eating appearance, Morey's appearance really looks like the reincarnation of Taotie.

Duomi laughed and waved to the waiter:

"Except for what we just served, let's serve all the other dishes on the menu."

Seeing Duomi treating money like dirt, everyone in Morey was shocked. Who would order the entire menu when ordering food?

"Sir...I'm almost full. I won't bother you to spend any more money."

The more Duomi gave him, the more he felt he owed more and more. What he had eaten before alone had exceeded the ten silver wolves.

If he continued to eat like this, he was afraid that if he didn't get the ten silver wolves, he would lose a few golden dragons.

Then I can't even afford to sell him.

"Ha, what a big deal, I'm treating you to eat whatever you want, open your belly and eat."

"When you're done eating, pick out something you think is delicious and take it to your mother."

After hearing what Domi said, Morey not only did not do as he said, but instead put down the tableware and sat upright. His eyes were full of inferiority but he still looked at him bravely.

"Sir, I'm just leading the way for you. All you need to do is give me the ten silver wolves... No, it doesn't matter if you don't give it to me. There's no need to bring me here to eat. I'm just a lowly person. Just people.”

However, the more Morey behaves like this, the more Domi feels that this kid is a malleable talent.

At a young age, he knows how to advance and retreat, and knows honor and disgrace. He seems to be quite filial. How many times better than those well-dressed beasts?

It would be a waste to bury such talents in slums, so Duomi couldn't help but cherish his talents.

"Yeah~ you're right,"

Duomi picked up the red wine bottle and poured it for Morey and himself. The fine wine bloomed with a transparent luster in the sun.

He shook the goblet and watched the swaying of the wine while saying:

"My agreement with you does stop here, but during this period, I saw the shining points in you. Let's just say it bluntly. If you work with me, your future will be far more than that garbage heap."

“Perhaps you will become a prosperous person, have unimaginable wealth and power, eat food like this every day, be able to walk on the streets well-dressed, and enjoy the envy of your neighbors; or maybe you will die on the streets and become a dead rat that everyone screams for.

One thought of heaven and one thought of hell. What the future will bring depends entirely on your own choices and operations. "

“I’m sorry, I’m probably speaking too abstractly, because at least that’s what happens when you become an adult.

For now, you just need to learn everything like a sponge - combat, management, worldly knowledge, cultural knowledge...

I will provide you with all material support, and you will no longer have to worry about anything. "

After listening, Morey pondered for a while and asked:

"Then who am I going to be for you? Undercover, thug, manager, white glove...I have to know my position, right?"

"good question!"

Domi raised the red wine glass shaking in his hand between him and Morey, and the scarlet wine reflected their young faces.

"Positioning... If I really have to give this positioning a description, my answer is - my right-hand man! I need you to be my right-hand man, Morey, and become my most capable assistant!"

Knowing the answer, Morey felt his heart tremble violently.

How much high hopes did Duomi give him?

The identities of the two are so different, and he also chose himself among the vast crowd. Is there a conspiracy?use?

Are these still important?

It’s better than crawling around in the garbage in the slums and doing nothing all your life!

He made up his mind and picked up the red wine glass on one side, which contained expensive red wine that Duomi had filled for him.

Lift it up and collide with Duomi from a slightly lower position.

Hey~

The toast made a crisp sound, as if the God of Contract bounced a gold coin representing loyalty. Before the gold coin fell to the ground, the crisp sound would become eternal.

Duomi's mood immediately improved, and the smile on his lips became even bigger.

"Meeting you for the first time, let me introduce myself."

"My name is Dominic Blofeld, the son of the owner of this territory...haha, at least this tavern belongs to me."

Blofeld…Blofield…

Such a familiar surname, this territory is called Blofield Territory!

And this rich young man sitting in front of him and talking eloquently turned out to be Blofeld's young master!

Then he is still a rich young master, he is simply a rich emperor!

Morey felt that he had been more shocked this morning than he had been in the past eighth of his life.

However, this was not over yet, Duomi said again:

"Oh, by the way, as a meeting gift, this 'Nightwish' is given to you, and all the profits from the business will belong to you."

"After all, you know, at my age I can't leave home often, so I just assume that all future financial support is included~"

Chapter 53 52 Blofeld can’t support idlers

Not to mention how much money you can make by trading a tavern for a good and trustworthy right-hand man.

Even if this tavern is located in the center of the city, and every inch of land is valuable, it can bring in considerable gold dragon profits in a year, so what does it matter?

Being born into the Blofeld family, the most important thing is money.

When they finished capturing Zhou, Carlos gave the three brothers a small portion of the property in the territory.

Edward, who seemed to have the most business talent, received the largest share of property, which was distributed in various walks of life. His own share was similar to that of Argyle. They were all profitable pawnshops, such as taverns and weapons shops. …

In addition to 'Nightwish', he also has three large taverns under his name, so it wouldn't hurt to separate one of them.

But for Morey, this weight is not light, it can even be called heavy, loaded with heavy sustenance from Domi.

Morey looked around. This large pub, these tables, employees, everything here already belonged to him?

All this made him feel like he was in a dream.

Pinched myself.

Hiss...it still hurts, it's not a dream.

Looking at Duomi in front of me again, I felt how majestic Duomi was at this time.

Not only did he give him a full meal and countless money, but he also gave him a future!

The next moment, he stood up without warning, walked out of the table, and came to Duomi's side.

Before Duomi could react, he knelt on one knee in front of him with a pop and lowered his head.

Before, even if he buried his head in the dirt, no one would look at him.

So now, he bowed his head with dignity, and this first dignity, he unreservedly dedicated to the person who gave him this precious thing.

"Sir, I will remember everything you gave me when I was most embarrassed. I will never forget it."

"Here, I offer you my loyalty."

Morey had seen a knight being canonized by his master from a distance. He not only remembered the sacredness of that moment, but also remembered the knight's oath, which he learned and applied.

He is small, but he has a bit of personality.

Duomi patted his shoulder lightly: "Come on, instead of thanking me, you might as well think about your future plans now."

"After all, you are the owner of this store from now on, and you still have to learn to run it. You have to keep learning and try to manage it. There is not much time left for you."

"Anyway, work hard, Morey. I will come back to you again at the end of this month. I hope that by that time, you will have escaped the look of a poor boy."

After arranging the handover procedure, Domi picked up his hat and cane and left 'Nightwish'.

It was noon, and the three-lane sidewalk was full of office workers rushing to finish their lunch, all of them looking in a hurry.

The coachmen who took care of the temporary transfers also became busy, carrying the white-collar workers who were taking their lunch break to their designated restaurants.

There is a lot of traffic and it is very lively.

Because the sun is good today, residents of high-rise lofts with a Victorian style on both sides of the long street have hung up their clothes and bedding on their balconies. This life-filled behavior adds a touch of excitement to the originally serious and German-like street. Less vitality.

The newsboy shouted, selling the newspapers that had not been sold out in the morning: