novelraw Chapter 415: Thinking it was ten yuan, twenty yuan a piece_1
Chapter 415: Thinking it was ten yuan, twenty yuan a piece_1
Amadeus Yancey walked over holding a mug and glanced over when he passed by, "Yerba."
"Oh." Alfred Garland scratched his head, staring at the CD in his hand with longing eyes, puzzled why Nathalie Quinlan would buy a game from Yerba.
He couldn’t understand the game descriptions on the cover, and neither could the young master. They wouldn’t even be able to play it when the time came!
He put the game back in its original spot and noticed that there were many other foreign-language game CDs on the sofa, each tightly wrapped, their exteriors not revealing what kind of game they might be.
"Amadeus, are all these from Yerba?"
Amadeus Yancey brought back a glass of water for Nathalie Quinlan and looked over the sofa full of gifts. He casually scanned and noticed that they were all the same type of game—shooters.
The sofa was a mess, scattered with about a dozen CDs.
Someone who doesn’t understand the Yerba language couldn’t possibly make sense of the packaging on these game CDs.
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t buy a single wrong one; obviously, she recognized the text on the package, and she had carefully selected these games for Edric Yancey.
There are many people in the country who understand English, but very few who understand Yerba language!
Even Alfred Garland, who frequently traveled abroad, didn’t understand Yerba language, where did Nathalie Quinlan learn it from?
She was like a puzzle, and he became increasingly eager to clear the fog and understand her past!
Amadeus Yancey set the mug on the table in front of Nathalie Quinlan, looking at the girl playing with her phone, his narrow eyes profound and distant, carrying a meaningful depth, "Why did you buy so many shooter games?"
Nathalie Quinlan was checking her phone. She opened a new message, expecting it to be another update from Jhovany Sullivan and the others, only to find that the sender was Mr. Zachmann. The latest chat had a record of a money transfer; it wasn’t much—she counted, exactly 200,000.
"...You said Edric likes simulated guns, right? That store happened to sell game CDs, so I picked out a few for him."
She half-closed her eyes, responding casually without any intention of accepting the money. Her fair complexion unusually betrayed a look of puzzlement.
Why would Mr. Zachmann transfer money to her for no reason?
Amadeus Yancey didn’t say much, only commented, "That’s too wasteful. He’s just a child, he won’t be able to play those expensive games you got him. How much is it? I’ll transfer the money to you."
Nathalie Quinlan was still figuring out how to reply to Mr. Zachmann’s message and without looking up, casually replied, "It’s not necessary, it’s just a small amount."
Amadeus Yancey pressed his lips together, holding the game CD and said nothing.
Alfred Garland, who had been listening to their conversation, felt confused and picked up a game CD from the sofa, asking with a look of bewilderment, "Amadeus, are these things expensive?"
He thought they looked about the same as a CD and assumed they might cost ten or twenty each. So it seemed to him like Nathalie Quinlan had bought a wholesale bunch of more than ten.
"Yeah." Amadeus Yancey didn’t play games himself, but people around him did. He’d seen at Sadam Vinson’s the types of game CDs Nathalie Quinlan bought for Edric Yancey—the prices of these genuine original versions weren’t cheap.
Alfred Garland scratched his head, unable to hold back his curiosity and gossiped, "About how much per CD?"
Amadeus Yancey flipped through one, half-closed his eyelids, his deep-set eyes slightly narrowed, and spoke casually, "Around ten or twenty thousand each."
Alfred Garland: "..."
Alfred Garland: "?"
Alfred Garland: "???"
He suddenly looked over at Nathalie Quinlan, seeing her seemingly indifferent and still fixated on her phone, head not lifted, the amount seemingly insignificant to her.
Instantly, the CD in his hand lost its appeal!
Damn, Ms. Quinlan is way too rich!