novelraw Chapter 300 - 168: It Is More Blessed to Give Than to Receive
Chapter 300 - 168: It Is More Blessed to Give Than to Receive
Joyce Shaw returned home early, cooked for Crazy Girl, tidied up the room, spoke little, and seemed somewhat uneasy.Crazy Girl asked him if anything was bothering him, but he only said the system tests had reached a critical stage, making him a bit uneasy.
So after dinner, he opened his computer, remotely connected to his office computer, and checked the computer’s work status as well as the office’s situation.
He first checked the surveillance and found that after scaring Joseph Saunders in the afternoon, the guy had become much more honest and indeed hadn’t gone to his office again.
His computer was running smoothly.
He checked the progress; already a fifth of the images had been processed.
Curious, he clicked to take a look and optimized the resolution in the process.
All the images were very clear, but there were too many robots. He considered writing an index program to organize the images from the robot’s visual system in a certain order, which should achieve a better effect.
When Joyce Shaw began working, he lost track of time.
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Lawrence Winters and Kenneth Osborne, along with a few others, chatted and laughed in the car and soon arrived at their newly purchased spacious apartment.
They all liked the neighborhood, so they got out of the car as soon as they entered the gate.
Nick Zeller drove the car to the underground parking lot while Kenneth Osborne, Lawrence Winters, and Gabrielle Winters walked back together.
Took the direct elevator straight to the interior.
The elevator doors opened and they were already in the elevator lobby of the expansive apartment.
Lawrence Winters looked at the shiny "elevator lobby" and exclaimed, "This place is bigger than my dorm at school."
Gabrielle Winters didn’t have time to pay attention to her, hurried to the hallway of the living room, changed her shoes, and began unpacking boxes to organize the kitchen.
Lawrence Winters and Kenneth Osborne followed to the kitchen to check, saw Nick Zeller helping Gabrielle Winters tidy up, greeted them, and then went to the living room.
The Daoist sat alone on the new living room sofa, holding a purple clay teacup and drinking kung fu tea.
Seeing the two of them come in, the Daoist smiled and said, "You’ve returned, do you want some midnight snacks?"
Lawrence Winters thought for a moment and said, "We’re having a big meal tomorrow; I need to save room in my stomach."
The Daoist laughed heartily, shaking his finger at her, "Alright, go to sleep. Don’t eat breakfast tomorrow morning, just wait for the dinner buffet."
"Grandmaster Grandpa, you know about buffets?" Lawrence Winters laughed, walked over, and playfully gave his shoulder a squeeze, "Are you tired? Want me to massage you?"
"Enough, I’m afraid you’ll leave me half-crippled," the Daoist chuckled, patting her hand, "Go to your room and see if you like it."
"Okay!" Lawrence Winters hugged the Daoist’s neck from behind, "Thank you, Grandmaster Grandpa!"
The Daoist watched Lawrence Winters run to her own room with a satisfied smile before taking another sip of kung fu tea.
It turns out spending money to satisfy one’s juniors feels really nice—this is probably why it’s said "it’s more blessed to give than to receive."
The Daoist had no children all his life and was closest with his only sister, but unfortunately, his exceptionally talented sister couldn’t escape the fate of an early death.
His smile faded again.
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Lawrence Winters ran to her room, which was the one she had liked the first time she viewed the house.
Outside the south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows was an enclosed balcony. The balcony was spacious, with half made of steel-reinforced glass, as tough as concrete, and the lower half was a closed wall lined with solid wood, designed like a bookshelf filled with many web novels she loved to read, as well as various historical books for display, and original English novels.
The balcony of the expansive apartment was very long, almost circling the entire floor.
Each room was separated by landscaping.
Her side of the balcony also had a round hammock beside the vertical green plant wall.
Sitting inside it, swaying gently, next to a reachable array of devil’s ivy, slanted spider plants, and some small white flowers and tiny green leaves whose names she couldn’t identify.
The room was decorated in a low-key yet luxurious minimalist style, with few furniture pieces, but each was a masterpiece.
She walked into the walk-in closet; the entire room was used for storing clothes, shoes, boots, and scarves, belts, and bags.
Opening the wardrobe, it contained all her favorite brands, from inside out, from spring to winter.
There was also a small compartment dedicated to storing shoes, equipped with an automatic dust removal system—such a thoughtful design.
Lawrence Winters took a look around, feeling like a princess.
She enjoyed it for a while, then let it go.
She was still aware that the house was actually the Grandmaster’s, only borrowed in her name.