The Hill was stunned for a moment. He looked at Meg in a different way. He was curious, surprised, and a little sympathetic.
Yes.
From the moment she was born, money was just a number to her.
No one knew how much money Buffett Banks had. It was a huge number that would make dragons and kings jealous.
She knew.
It was a string of meaningless numbers, at least to her.
"Yes, in fact, what's the use of money? What's the use of wealth? I've never touched money. I'm not interested in money. " The Hill laughed self-deprecatingly. "It's just that they all think I work hard for more money. Is there a difference between having more or less zeros behind that string of numbers?"
Meg looked at the Hill and suddenly fell into deep thought.
Hmm.
It seemed that he had met his match.
The way rich people pretended to be rich was always so similar.
But he couldn't refute it. After all … he thought the same way back then.
"Yes, there's no difference." So he nodded in agreement.
"In fact, our family is just an ordinary family. There's nothing special about it. At most, our house is a little bigger." The Hill said with some helplessness, "But when I was a child, every time I brought my friends home, I would always lose a few of them. Is it a big deal to get lost in someone else's house?"
"That's not it …" Meg shook his head. If it were him, his young heart couldn't accept such an invisible way of showing off his wealth.
"Mr. Meg, you're really special." The Hill smiled and gently touched a small raised bead beside his hand. The secretary quickly came in from outside the carriage and took out a bottle of red wine and two crystal goblets from the carriage's closet. He pulled the cork and a strong aroma of red wine spread in the carriage. He poured the red wine into a decanter to soak for a while, then poured it into the goblets and gently placed them on a small table between Meg and the Hill. Then he bent over and left the carriage.
"That's why I still want to have a drink with you," Hill raised his wine glass and swirled it between his fingers as he looked at Meg with a smile.
Meg glanced at the wine glass in front of him and the Hill who was looking at him. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out to pick up the wine glass.
"As you wish." Meg raised his glass and clinked it with Hill's before taking a sip of the wine. This was the best V-grade wine from Buffett Winery. It had a rich aroma and a mellow taste. It was slightly different from the system's special brews, but it was still a top-notch wine.
Along the way, she spoke more than usual on the Hill. Although she still restrained herself and didn't talk too much about life, Meg clearly felt that her guard against him had dropped a lot.
"Acting tough is probably a good way to get close to someone," Meg muttered as he got out of the carriage and watched the luxurious carriage gradually disappear into the distance.
Meg turned around and saw Irina leaning against the door and sizing him up.
"Where did you go?" Just as he was about to speak, Irina walked over with her long legs and sniffed him. "You reek of alcohol. Did someone ask you out for a drink in the middle of the day?"
"And the smell of perfume. Woman?"
"Then who was the woman in the carriage?"
The series of questions and the dangerous aura in her eyes made Meg nervous. He answered honestly, "Hill Buffett, the current boss of Buffett Banks. I went to discuss a business deal worth a few hundred million with her at noon. It's normal to drink a little when discussing business."
"A few hundred million?" Irina's eyes narrowed slightly. It was as if countless knives and swords were dancing in her eyes.
Meg felt a chill run down his back. He quickly said, "It's not what you think. Come, let's go in. I'll tell you slowly."
"You'd better tell me what kind of posture you used to discuss a business deal worth a few hundred million." Irina's mouth curved into a dangerous arc. She turned and walked into the restaurant.
"I … I was just sitting." Meg looked innocent. What kind of posture could he use to discuss it?
After entering the restaurant, Meg locked the door and made sure that there was no third person in the restaurant. He went to sit opposite Irina.
"Can a rich woman make you feel happy?" Irina looked up and asked as soon as Meg sat down.
"It's okay. We had a good talk, and the results were …" Meg nodded and paused. He suddenly felt that his words sounded a little wrong.
"Ha ha."
"Hey, hey, hey! Honey, don't misunderstand. We're talking about business seriously, "Meg said as he looked at Irina, who took out her foldable chair slowly.
"Do you still remember the steam engines that the factory sent over a few days ago? Miss Hill is my collaborator on the steam engine project. Other than that, she, Chaos City, and I have also developed a railway project together. A steam locomotive powered by a steam engine will travel on the railway to the goblins' Vic Mountain. A few years ago, I went to the locomotive base for a trial run, and it has basically reached the operating standards. That's why I drank some wine on the way back. "
"Steam locomotive?" Irina put down her foldable chair slowly and looked at Meg perplexedly.
"It's a huge horse-drawn carriage that will never get tired. It can pull hundreds of people and move forward quickly on the paved railway. Furthermore, it doesn't need to rest or feed during the journey."
"Then, what does it eat?"
"You'll be fine after eating some coal."
"Isn't that a little too much?"
"It's okay. I'll even add water to it."
"That's more like it."
Meg looked at Irina, who kept her foldable chair, and heaved a sigh of relief. He put his butt back on the chair, and nodded with a smile. "Because the base is outside the city, Miss Hill sent me back on the way. Nothing happened."
Irina glanced at Meg, and calmly said, "I'll just take it that way."
"That's clearly the way it is!" Meg grumbled in his heart. However, it was better to keep it to himself. He smiled, and said, "It must have been very tiring for you to train the Night Elves today. Do you want to eat or drink anything? I'll make it for you. "
"I want to eat durian pizza and a pot of green tea," Irina said after thinking for a while.
"Alright, I'll make it for you." Meg got up and walked to the kitchen. He brewed a pot of green tea, poured a cup for Irina, and placed it in front of her. Then, he turned and went back to the kitchen to make the durian pizza.
Irina propped her chin on her hand and rested it on the table. Through the steam, she looked at Meg, who was busy in the kitchen with his back facing her, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
He looked so handsome when he was holding a sword. He looked even more mesmerizing when he put on an apron and picked up a cleaver.
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