Chapter 29 Restaurant Encounter
“Hey man, what’s up with you?” Fox looked at Peterson with a wry smile.
“Of course, I stayed up all night playing games. I just woke up. What’s the plan for today?” Peterson yawned at Fox.
“Let’s go, Peterson. We’re meeting up to grab something to eat and discuss our future plans,” Fox said.
With his first big earnings in hand, it was time to push forward with their plans.
Peterson’s eyes lit up immediately, and without saying much, he joined them.
They then went to find Lucy, who was busy with an unusual job.
In a residential area, she was helping pick fruits from trees in wealthy people’s yards, a job that required working at heights and was somewhat risky. It seemed a relative had arranged this job for her as a side gig.
“I’ll be done soon,” Lucy said. Not all wealthy people had such needs, and having three houses to pick fruit from was quite good.
Fox and the others waited patiently. Once Lucy finished her work, they set off together. Jennifer helped wipe the sweat off Lucy with a napkin.
Soon, they arrived at an upscale restaurant.
“Miss… um, esteemed guests, please come in.” The restaurant manager at the door almost let slip but was silenced by a stern look from Jennifer.
Despite the minor hiccup, the meal had to go on. Little did they know, this restaurant was actually Jennifer’s usual dining place.
Fox casually ordered a few dishes and handed the menu over for the others to choose from. Soon, the food arrived.
Jennifer ordered some desserts, but Fox insisted she eat some salad, much to her displeasure.
Lucy felt a bit embarrassed and restrained but eventually ordered a steak at
Jennifer’s suggestion. It was heal work. High–intensity exercise left was needed.
nd greasy, perfect for her after the laborious with little appetite, and something substantial
Peterson, looking worn out, was silently slurping his spaghetti, covered in meat
sauce without any regard for appearances. Fox just laughed and made a few jokes at
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his expense.
As they were enjoying their meal, an unexpected visitor arrived. Jenny walked in with her parents, dressed to the nines, likely to meet some important guests.
“This restaurant is really lowering its standards, accepting anyone,” said the woman who seemed to be Jenny’s mother, glancing disdainfully at Fox and his friends.
“Fox, what a coincidence. You’re eating here too?” Jenny approached with a warm smile.
“I haven’t seen you since the exams ended. How have you been? How do you think you did on the exams?” Jenny maintained her smile.
“Don’t worry about me. I think I can get into MIT. I’ve been doing well and even made some money. The tuition is no longer a problem,” Fox said, focusing on his salad and not looking at Jenny.
“Hah, you’re bluffing. You, getting into MIT? And making money? You’re still just a poor guy.” She glanced at their table. “What are you eating? All the cheapest stuff.”
Jenny’s disdain was clear as she noted the steak, spaghetti with meat sauce, vegetable salad, and various desserts. These were inexpensive items.
“Sure, with the little money you made, this is all you can afford,” Jenny continued, her words dripping with sarcasm. She seemed to hold a grudge against Fox after their last encounter, and now she was eager to attack him.
Fox ignored her. What was the point of proving himself by ordering expensive dishes? That would be foolish.
Yes, Fox had money now, and if he spent a few more days writing more scripts, he would have even more. But wasting money on a show of wealth was senseless.
Having experienced prison and homelessness, he knew the value of a full stomach. Extravagance was unnecessary, especially when the first big earnings could be used for future ventures.
Ignoring Jenny’s words, Fox remained silent.
“Fox, are you mute? I’m talking to you,” Jenny said, hands on her hips, glaring at Fox.
“You’re loud. This restaurant requires a quiet environment,” Fox said, leaning back in his chair, looking annoyed.
“Hah, Fox, even if I’m loud, it won’t matter. The difference between us is that big. Guess what? I’m going to MIT, and you’ll end up in some mediocre college. We’re in different worlds now, so don’t bother me anymore.”
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Jenny frowned. She was here to discuss college plans.
With her grades, New York State University was her limit. To get into MIT, she needed her father’s help and money. But in the U.S., money could solve many problems.
“Must have cost a lot, right? Quite the sacrifice. Anyway, good luck,” Fox replied.
To pay to attend MIT, how much money will that cost? All Fox can say is, that’s quite a large sum.
