"Uncle, you don't have to look at it. It's mine. I ordered it a long time ago." Carla flashed a bright smile at Abraham and reached out for Chris's stinky tofu.
"Hold on!" Abraham also pressed down on the plate in an urgent manner.
"Hey, Uncle, I know you're older than me, but you can't take advantage of your seniority. Let go of me, or I'll scream. Mamy Restaurant has its rules." Carla looked at Abraham with an unfriendly expression, and began to exert more force on his hand.
"Carla …" Chris looked at the scene and couldn't help but feel anxious. Abraham's status was so high that it would be bad if Carla pissed him off. But seeing Carla's determined look, Carla didn't know how to persuade her.
Hearing Carla's words, Abraham felt a little guilty. Before the dishes were served, he had carefully studied the rules written on the back of the menu. He knew better than anyone how stubborn Meg was. After all, he was the second person who dared to refuse the king's invitation and reward.
The first one was Alex, who had resolutely refused the title of Northwest General that the king had given him. He had taken his sword and traveled the continent, leaving only a nominal position.
Therefore, he followed the rules written on the menu. He was afraid that his name would be blacklisted by Meg. That would be a great loss for him.
Robbing other people's food was worse than anything written on the menu.
Abraham was all smiles as he said, "Little girl … Little girl, don't be in such a hurry. How could I snatch your vegetables in broad daylight? I just have something to discuss with you. I'm not snatching, I'm not snatching." However, he had no intention of loosening his grip at all.
"You want to buy it?" Carla frowned and shook her head. "I won't sell it even if you pay ten times the price!"
Abraham: "…"
Abraham turned his gaze to Chris and said with a smile, "I don't want to buy it from you. I want to make a deal with this young lady. Is this stinky tofu hers? So the decision is in her hands, right? Little girl, don't worry. Let's see what your friend says first. "
"Me … me?" Chris was surprised that Duke Abraham would talk to Carla so calmly over a bowl of stinky tofu. She didn't expect that Duke Abraham would leave the decision in her hands.
"Yes." Abraham nodded and glanced at the badge on Chris's chest. He smiled and said, "I think you're an employee of Buffett Banks, right? I have a large sum of money in Rodu, and it has been piling up in the storeroom since twenty or thirty years ago. I should have quite a lot of money by now. If you agree to give this stinky tofu to me, I will deposit the money in Buffett Banks, and you will be the beneficiary. "
Chris's mouth was slightly agape as she looked at Abraham in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she had just heard.
In the Buffett Bank system, there had always been a list of the most worthy people in the world. Apart from the dragons who used gold and silver as their mattresses, it was impossible for them to deposit money in the Buffett Bank system. Duke Abraham was ranked tenth on the list.
There were ten dukes in the Roth Empire. Except for Abraham, all of them had vast lands and endless wealth.
Abraham didn't have any land, but he had an unknown amount of wealth.
Apart from the huge inheritance left to him by the late king, he hadn't received any land in the past few years. Instead, he had received countless rewards from the king, as well as a series of properties under his name.
No one knew how much money he had, but everyone knew he had a lot of money, the kind that was piled up in the storeroom.
Countless marketing bigwigs from Buffett Banks had gone to Rodu to see Abraham, but he was either eating delicious food or on his way to eat delicious food. None of them had succeeded in pulling his money into the bank.
But now, for a bowl of stinky tofu, Abraham had agreed to deposit his money in Buffett Banks, and he had even promised to put her name as the beneficiary.
Even someone like Chris, who had done a lot of big deals, still felt a little dazed when she was suddenly hit by such a big piece of cake. "Are … are you serious?" she asked hesitantly.
Carla looked at Chris in surprise. She had known Chris for more than a year, and this was the first time she had seen her lose her composure like this. And as the manager of a branch of Buffett Banks in Chaos City, she hadn't changed her expression at all when she first met her father.
"Who is he?" Carla looked at Abraham again. Someone who could make Chris lose her composure must be richer than her father, and a lot richer.
"Yes, I'm a man of my word. I only want this stinky tofu." Abraham nodded, looking at the stinky tofu in their hands.
Not only would this promise allow Chris to exceed this year's target, but she would also be able to get another promotion as she had just been promoted to a branch manager.
However, Chris glanced at Carla, and then looked at Abraham with regret. "I've already promised to give this stinky tofu to Carla. I'm sorry …"
"I'm sorry, sir. If you can accept half of the stinky tofu and keep your promise, I can reluctantly give you half of the stinky tofu," Carla said, smiling at Abraham.
"Half?" A hint of hesitation appeared on Abraham's face.
Carla shrugged. "If you don't make a decision now, the stinky tofu will get cold, and you won't be able to enjoy the taste of the juicy liquid."
"Deal!" Abraham nodded without hesitation.
Chris was pleasantly surprised. She looked at Carla gratefully. Carla winked at her, and her heart warmed.
Carla and Abraham began to move the stinky tofu to their plates from both sides until there was only one piece left.
They looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little tense.
"Sir, I'm a little girl. Why don't you give me the stinky tofu since I'm so cute?" Carla pouted.
"I'm cute too. Why don't you give me the stinky tofu?" Abraham blinked his eyes like crazy.
Carla was speechless.
"They are indeed evenly matched." Carla sighed in her heart.
"Looks like there's nothing more to say. Let's split it 50-50." Carla put away her expression and looked at Abraham coldly.
"Okay, I'll do it." Abraham asked for a steak knife from Yabemiya and began to cut the stinky tofu with a serious expression.
Carla also came forward and looked at it with a serious face, afraid that she would eat too little.
The steak knife cut into the stinky tofu, and the juices slowly flowed out.
"Ah!"
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