Fifty million!
As soon as the waiter announced the number, everyone was dumbfounded, including Austin's parents and elder brother.
"That... No, that is impossible. You must have made a mistake!
These people are penniless! How could they have fifty million dollars in their bank account?"
Aunty Afra stammered. She was at a loss for words, clutching her chest for this unexpected turn of events.
"Recheck it!"
The manager of the restaurant urged the waiter to investigate this matter further, in case anything went amiss.
The waiter complied, and to his surprise, the number that reflected on the screen of the POS terminal was accurate. The waiter rubbed his eyes to check if he indeed saw the whole thing right—and it was! The number displayed on the screen was longer than a cellphone number.
"I am not mistaken. The balance of this bank card is indeed fifty million!"
The waiter couldn't peel his eyes off the screen of the POS terminal. He wanted to doubt the outrageous amount that appeared, but he checked it several times, and it remained the same number. These people were wealthy!
"What? Fifty million?"
Everyone in the room, including Austin's parents and Chad, was stunned to the core.
"No! I don't believe it!
You must have made a mistake!"
Aunty Afra protested like a madwoman.
Of course, she had every reason to doubt this preposterous claim. After all, she personally confirmed herself that the Lin family were paupers a few moments ago.
These people, who she claimed as "paupers", actually owned fifty million dollars on their bank account! She truly despised them to the core.
"What the hell, Aunty Afra? You told me they were poor, and they would listen to whatever I ordered them to do! What's this whole thing about?"
Kate slammed her fists at the table. She felt like she was duped.
"Are you sure this is correct?" the manager once again asked the waiter. He was having a hard time accepting this as well so he looked at the POS screen himself to confirm the amount. He was at a loss for words. "This is... unbelievable!"
The manager fumbled between words as he held the edge of the table for support. He fixed his gaze on the amount as if waiting for something to change. To his dismay, the number remained fifty million. He didn't know how to act around them now; he was extremely embarrassed about his behavior towards them.
As a manager in a luxurious restaurant, it was in his nature to seek the favor of the more affluent customers. He fawned on them and tended on them more often compared to his less luxurious patrons. He scoffed at people who couldn't afford a single meal at his restaurant! It was inherent to his materialistic nature.
In this society, only a few people, either stupid or insane, were willing to make trouble with the rich for no reason.
"Well, if you're done with that card, can you please check the balance of the other cards I brought? I don't have the habit of memorizing the contents of each account, so maybe you can help me check them individually," Austin asked. He quickly withdrew the first card he gave from the still-stunned waiter.
"It's troublesome to have so many bank cards. At this point, I can't even distinguish them from each other, so I'm not really sure how much money I have earned already."
Then, he took out five more cards.
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