Chapter 254: Chapter 248: Treating Money as if it’s Nothing

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After collecting these materials, Finn Lewis headed directly home in his car. On the way, Finn directed Olivia Thatcher to select a website.

“Are you sure you want to take down this website, young master?” Olivia asked, a question that she rarely posed to Finn.

“Yes,” Finn thought for a moment, then made a decisive nod. “As long as you are confident that they won’t be able to trace it back to us, that will be fine.”

“Rest assured, they won’t be able to pinpoint my location,” Olivia immediately replied.

“Sir, do you need me to monitor it?” Olivia asked.

Finn pondered before he responded: “Yes, keep an eye on it and let me know when it’s time to take action.” He did not inquire on how Olivia would monitor it; perhaps an ordinary person couldn’t get information about when the action would commence, but Olivia definitely could. The internet was like a playground for her.

After making these arrangements, Finn continued on his way home. While Olivia was launching the cyber attack, she controlled the car to drive aimlessly on the road. Once Finn was near his residence, he parked the car, got out and headed towards a roadside stall.

At the entrance to his residential community, a small stall selling baked sweet potatoes was set up. The vendor was a woman in her fifties or sixties, with a small child on her back who looked about one or two years old. Seeing Finn approach, she asked cheerfully, “Would you like some sweet potatoes, young man?”

Looking over, Finn saw five or six baked sweet potatoes remaining on the stove. So, he agreed with a smile: “Yes, I’ll take them all. Please wrap them up for me.”

The woman was stunned, then hesitated before saying, “Young man, can you eat all of these by yourself? They won’t taste good once they’re cold. They’re best eaten warm, and definitely not good leftover. This is too much for one person.”

“Don’t worry, I can finish them. Some friends and I are having a gathering. We were hoping to find some baked sweet potatoes at this hour. I’m surprised there are still some available,” Finn replied jovially.

“Okay then, let me weigh them for you.” The woman beamed as she said so.

The total weight came to 11 kilograms. She offered him a discount, “Let’s charge you for 10 kilograms. That will be 50 yuan.” The woman then neatly wrapped up the sweet potatoes.

Finn took out a 100-yuan note from his pocket, received the sweet potatoes and gave her the money. Upon confirming there was no issue with the note, she put the 100 yuan into her wallet. As she was about to give Finn his change, she saw that he was already heading back to his car.

“Hey, young man, I need to give you your change!” The woman pulled out a 50 yuan note from her wallet, looked up and noticed that Finn had already walked quite a distance. She shouted loudly.

“No need for change, head home early,” Finn waved then quickly got into his car and drove into the community.

He parked his car near the entrance and then walked up to his apartment. Once inside the elevator, he gobbled a baked sweet potato, which tasted quite good. With the left-over sweet potatoes that he definitely couldn’t finish, he placed them on the table in his apartment.

As he was munching on the sweet potato, Finn turned on his computer and went to the homepage of ‘New World,’ the official forum. Upon access, he saw a flood of flaming posts rapidly updating.

It was surprising to see a flurry of activity at this hour. As he skimmed through the posts, Finn noticed most were discussing the afternoon event, where all the precious mounts and costumes in the game had sold out within twenty servers. Majority of the players were praising Finn as a moneymaker. Although there was some jealousy, surprisingly, most players were not berating Finn.

The reason behind the lack of scolding was simple; it was due to Finn’s earlier generous move. Before the game launched, he had given the first 10,000 players a nine-day luxury trip to Malya Kingdom.

Several players voluntarily defended Finn on the forum. If someone criticized

Finn, there would be an immediate counterattack. It was true that during Finn’s giveaway, not many people had bought as many mounts and costumes.

Besides, the giveaway amounted to a few hundred million as well.

Seeing these players’ comments, Finn felt that his actions hadn’t been in vain. After all, he had made more than twenty billion in revenue just that day. After some thought, he promptly picked up his phone and called Yuri Johnson, no matter what time it was.

Luckily, Yuri hadn’t gone to bed yet, and he quickly answered the call: “Mr.

Johnson.”

“Director Lewis, you really have no concept of timing,” Yuri complained.

“Huh?” Finn looked at the time, could it be that Yuri was in the middle of something? It seemed likely, as it was just past midnight. “Have I interrupted something important?” Finn laughed as he said this.

“What do you think? I just came out of a dungeon instance, was just about to loot, and now someone else got it.” Yuri sounded somewhat upset.

Finn nearly choked on his own saliva. So, Yuri was only playing a game. But who knew that Yuri would also join the gamers?

“I need your help with something,” Finn quickly said.

“What is it?” Hearing that there was a matter at hand, Yuri’s tone immediately grew serious.

“Issue another announcement, saying that in gratitude for everyone’s support, we’re extending our previous promotion from the first 10,000 players to the

first 20,000,” Finn quickly proposed.

“20,000?!” Yuri’s voice rose by an octave.

“Yes, 20,000!” Finn confirmed without hesitation.

Yuri felt like he was going insane. Just when they had brought in over twenty billion, even though it was a lot, they had to remember that this was a one-off income since Finn had no plans to introduce new mounts and costumes. But now, you just added 10,000 more slots, each player being able to bring two family members as well for the Malya Kingdom trip. Oh Lord! Are you aware that your generous move made us lose three hundred million just like that?

However, since Finn now held over fifty percent of the company’s shares, Yuri was only an executor of his wishes.

“Don’t worry. The money will come from my personal account. The players supported us so much; it’s only right we give back to them,” Finn replied cheerily.

Yuri was speechless. Does your money not count as money, is that it? But all Yuri could do was agree reluctantly. Since Finn had already decided, he had no other choice..