Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

This money's got a bit tainted, might as well just spend it.

Meanwhile, Henry hadn't finished paying the bill yet.

"You don't mind waiting a little longer, do you?"

Henry noticed that it wasn't yet two o'clock and asked.

"What else is there to wait for?"

Horace said somewhat impatiently, now almost certain that the guy in front of him was just a freeloader named Liaofan.

Chapter 62 One Million Pounds

Horace was dragging his feet and refusing to pay; in his eyes, the homeless man in front of him practically had his intention to dine and dash written all over his face.

Horace stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for Henry to say he had no money so he could call the police.

“I’ll do it, Horace.”

The supervisor stepped forward and stopped Horace.

"Perhaps you can settle the bill as soon as possible so that I can go and take care of other customers."

The supervisor placed his hands on his thick waist and spoke in a somewhat unfriendly tone.

Rather than calling the police to slowly come and take the homeless man away, he preferred to just throw the guy out.

Otherwise, every minute that person stays in the room is a detriment to the quality of the restaurant.

Moreover, if the police arrive, it could easily disturb other diners.

Are your wall clocks accurate?

Henry rested one hand on the back of the chair, glancing sideways at the wall clock behind him.

The supervisor gave a haphazard answer; all he wanted to do was get the guy out of there as soon as possible.

Before Henry could speak, the manager quickened his pace and said, "Alright, I don't want things to get unpleasant. Do you want to settle the bill or not?"

Those two gentlemen shouldn't mind if it's just a few minutes' difference, right?

Henry took the unopened envelope out of his pocket and, under the increasingly impatient gazes of his supervisor and Horace, gently tore open the seal.

"Sir, if you are stalling for time—"

The supervisor suddenly stopped talking.

An unprecedentedly large sum of money slid out of the envelope and landed lightly on the greasy table.

Henry was taken aback at first, then picked up the banknote in confusion and squinted to make out the numbers on it.

"One...million pounds?"

The supervisor's voice was filled with disbelief.

The restaurant fell silent for a few seconds, then erupted into whispers.

"let me see!"

A loud voice came from the corner of the restaurant. Everyone turned to look and saw a gentleman in a smart gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses push back his chair and stand up. The gold chain of his pocket watch swayed slightly with his hurried steps.

The supervisor exclaimed as if seeing a savior, "Mr. Clements! You've come at the perfect time!"

The gentleman was a banker, and he carefully accepted the banknotes.

He took out a magnifying glass from the inner pocket and carefully examined the watermark, paper quality, and serial number of the banknotes under the light.

The entire restaurant fell silent; everyone held their breath, waiting. Henry noticed that the banker's hands were trembling slightly.

"It's absolutely true..."

The banker's voice suddenly became unusually solemn: "This is a million-pound banknote issued by the Bank of England, with all the necessary security features. I... I've only ever seen a banknote of this denomination once in my life."

Henry's gaze was blank, but he still slowly said, "I'm sorry... but I don't have any change."

He was also somewhat stunned; the two wealthy men had actually given him a one million pound note.

After confirming the authenticity of the banknotes, the supervisor swallowed hard and said, "I'm so sorry, sir, I can't make change."

At this moment, he was extremely humble, and the guy in front of him was definitely a eccentric millionaire.

He had heard many stories of wealthy people pretending to be poor and then showing off and getting humiliated, but he never expected that he would one day become a supporting character in such a story.

And it seems he's a villain.

"But I have nothing else with him."

Henry had calmed down by now. He glanced at the letter that had slipped out of his hand along with the banknotes and said...

"Don't worry, sir, it's alright."

"It has absolutely nothing to do with us."

The manager, curtsying obsequiously, said, "It is a great honor for us to have you patronize a small shop like ours."

“Seriously, sir.”

"I believe you will definitely come back to our shop. There is no shop on this street that is quieter and more comfortable than ours."

Henry stood up with a touch of smugness as he watched his supervisor's behavior change from arrogance to obsequiousness. He said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I may not be passing through here for a long time."

Although he still didn't understand the situation, that didn't stop Henry from taking the opportunity to show off.

"What are you saying? Do you think I can't trust a wealthy gentleman like you?"

"Although what you're wearing is a joke on everyone."

"As for the bill, sir, please just forget about it, it doesn't matter."

"It has absolutely no relation to that."

The supervisor, while trying to curry favor, bent down and moved the table in front of Henry, as if afraid that Henry might bump into it.

Henry, dangling a million pounds in his hand, walked to the bar and said, "Thank you so much, you're so kind."

Isn't it great to be able to eat a meal without spending a penny?

Ye Hai was standing by the bar at this moment, and Eriri was half-leaning on him, holding one of his arms in a daze.

Ye Hai's gaze swept over the one million pound note, and the words "pay on demand" made his eyes flicker slightly.

If he remembers correctly, the British pound could be directly exchanged for gold during this period.

How much gold is one million pounds worth?

If he could acquire that equivalent amount of gold, his businesses in the main world could begin a rapid expansion.

In the previous worlds, Ye Hai was either on the run or on his way to escape.

There's simply no time to make money.

In this world, Ye Hai is not targeted by the world's will, which gave him some other ideas.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, why not...

Mr. Henry, it seems your legendary career is about to end prematurely.

A slightly mischievous smile crept across Ye Hai's lips.

After the staff in the store respectfully saw Henry off, Horace saw Ye Hai standing in front of the bar and quickly ran over: "I'm so sorry, I've neglected you."

Ye Hai looked at Horace, who had returned, and said half-jokingly, "Who told me I don't have a million pounds? But don't worry, I can at least pay for this meal, and maybe even leave you some tip."

He then placed four one-pound notes on the bar.

"Oh, esteemed gentleman, you are joking."

Horace's face lit up with a bright smile when he saw the £4.9 on the bar: "If you need it, you can put it on credit and pay later when you have time."

"You know what? The moment you and this lady stepped into the restaurant, I could clearly sense the noble air about you both."

"For distinguished guests like you, settling the bill once a year is perfectly fine."

Ye Hai's meal cost only three pounds and ten pence, so giving him four pounds was equivalent to giving Horace a tip of almost one pound.

If it weren't for his lack of knowledge limiting his eloquence, Horace would have loved to shower him with compliments for another ten minutes.

……

At a hotel, Ye Hai and Eriri checked in after prepaying £12 plus 16 shillings for a week's stay.

Yes, that's right, we only booked one room.

He wouldn't be so foolish as to book two rooms.

Chapter 63 Eriri's Little Tiger Teeth

It can only be said that in any era, as long as you spend the right amount of money, you will get what you need.

The hotel did not have electric lights during this period, but the spacious arched windows, combined with the still warm sun at around 3 p.m., provided sufficient illumination for the interior.

One wall of the room stands a nearly two-meter-tall Carrara marble fireplace, with crackling oak firewood burning inside.

Ye Hai glanced at the fireplace. It was still only autumn in this world, yet they were already burning fireplaces.

Are the British very afraid of the cold?

Although the hotel isn't exactly a luxury hotel, the room's furnishings exude Victorian elegance.

Heavy velvet curtains hung to the floor, and several oil paintings with gold frames, depicting somber Thames River views, hung on the walls.

Ye Hai sat on the edge of the bed, the thick, dark red sheets slightly sagged.

He was holding Eriri Sawamura in his arms; she was tiny and quite cute.

Ye Hai looked down and his gaze fell on the pair of black loafers on Eriri's feet. The shoes were smooth and very new.

That's true. Given Eriri's family's financial situation, they would have thrown away shoes if they were even slightly worn out.

He chuckled softly, then reached out and gently lifted her ankle, slowly removing her shoes to reveal her small feet encased in black stockings.

Eriri's feet were indeed as small as she was, so delicate that they looked like they could be held in one hand, and the arch of her feet was so soft that it seemed unreal.

As Ye Hai moved, Eriri's golden twin tails, which were draped over his shoulders, trembled slightly.

A hint of mockery flashed in Ye Hai's eyes; this girl had been awake for a long time.

After all, the wind had blown all the way to the hotel with her. Although the autumn wind wasn't cold, it was enough to wake up a guy who was already groggy after drinking half a glass of beer.

He reached out and gently pinched the soles of her feet; the touch was delicate, with the slight coolness of her stockings.

"Tsk, little one, your feet are quite delicate."

Ye Hai muttered to himself, his tone laced with sarcasm, but his fingers unconsciously loosened their grip as he kneaded the fabric.

Eriri's eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart raced, and a blush rose to her cheeks, yet she kept her eyes tightly closed.

She was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, but she didn't dare to move. She had actually been awake for a while, but when she realized she was in Ye Hai's arms, she could only pretend to be asleep.

Pretending to be asleep was her last act of defiance, but Ye Hai still pinched her feet!

This guy definitely did it on purpose!

Eriri bit her lip, forcing herself not to groan.

Ye Hai's gaze lingered on Eriri's small feet, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

His fingers traced the texture of her black over-the-knee socks, slowly sliding down her slender ankles and then up her calves.

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"Aren't you awake yet?"