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Chapter 5: My First Job in the New World

The drunkard walked out to the courtyard with skepticism, where Anthony Carter's bodyguards were holding dozens of boxes, all filled with U.S. bills. This made him almost doubt his existence.

"Holy shit! You guys are really buying? Is all this money mine?"

"It's all yours!" Anthony was flabbergasted. Initially coming to see William had already made him very nervous, and now he also had to deal with this drunkard.

After the drunkard signed a housing agreement, Anthony even gave him a luxury car and then sent him off.

"Master, where have you... where have you been these years?" After everything was finished, Anthony, stumbling, walked up to William and then knelt before him. "Yesterday, I heard that the young Taylor had disrespected you, so I immediately went up the mountain, but by the time I got there, you had already left. I thought you didn't want to see us."

William looked at Anthony with a slight smile. There were people from Anthony on the mountain, but none of them took any action.

Anthony felt somewhat overwhelmed under William's gaze, as if he couldn't hide any of his thoughts from William.

"That's enough. Today, I called you all here for no other reason." William said, "As master and servant, you are no longer what you used to be. Just now, you bought this residence for me, so we owe each other nothing. What you own now is yours, and I will not take it back, so you need not worry."

The faces of Anthony and the others changed greatly, and the remaining four also knelt before William.

"Master, everything we have now was given to us by you. Just say the word, and we can give it all to you. I will always be your servant." The elderly man in the suit spoke emotionally.

He was Charles Turner, known around the world as a medical god. Many people called him a living miracle doctor, but he knew clearly that he had only learned a few tricks from William back in the day.

Now, Charles Turner owned dozens of medical companies and various medical equipment factories, and his assets had already exceeded ten billion.

As Charles Turner spoke, the remaining four could only follow suit. They still couldn't figure out William. The more they knew him, the more they found him unfathomable. Otherwise, they would have eliminated William by now.

William shook his head, "There's no banquet that never ends. Give me what I want, and don't look for me after today. I don't want to see you again."

Anthony, suppressing his excitement, asked, "What do you mean by what you want?" Now he was wealthy enough to rival a country. If William truly wanted to take back everything he had with a single word, he would have no choice but to fight William to the end. But with William's words, he was relieved.

"An driver's license. And, I want to go to school to learn about this new era." William observed their subtle expressions. He could guess what they were thinking, "Don't worry about anything else. I don't want to be disturbed. If you see me outside in the future, pretend you don't know me, otherwise..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but there was no need to.

No matter how powerful they were, in front of William, they were still servants kneeling at his feet.

"Understood!" Anthony and the others agreed in unison. Since this was William's wish, there was no betrayal!

It was nothing more than buying him a house, getting an driver's license, and going to school was even more trivial.

However, Charles asked tentatively, "Master, are you not familiar with this era?"

William laughed, "I've been asleep for fifty years."

Charles hurriedly said, "In that case, you still need someone to serve you. How about I have my child accompany you to school? Just as a companion?"

Others might fear William and even want to eliminate him, but Charles Turner had thought of something others hadn't.

What benefits were there in being with William? Didn't these old fellows know?

Anthony quickly recovered, saying, "Master, Charles is right. You may not know how much this era has changed. Many things can't be learned at school. I have a granddaughter who is also 18 years old..."

"No need! Just have someone give me the driver's license later. Now, leave." William's face turned cold, he didn't want to talk to them any further and went straight into the house.

The five old men looked at each other, then shook their heads. Anthony called out loudly, "Master, then we will take our leave."

After saying that, the five of them knelt down and kowtowed three times at the doorway, signaling the end of their master-servant relationship.

After entering the house, William began to tidy up, preparing to start his new life.

When he came out of the house, all the trash and fallen leaves in the yard had been cleaned up. He lay in the chair for a while and realized that he was penniless now.

Starting from scratch again was something he had experienced many times.

Thinking back, after waking up, he would sometimes find a job, no matter what it was, as long as it provided for his basic needs.

As for the days of being wealthy, he had many, but now they seemed tasteless.

After strolling on the streets for a long time, he was almost dazzled by the various shops. Many things were unheard of or unseen before. There were also many characters he didn't recognize and could only guess.

But because of this, he started to find it interesting.

Living for too long, what he hated most was a monotonous life.

"Boss, are you hiring... waiters?" William didn't start looking for a job until the evening because he knew at least one thing: school time was during the day. If he wanted to find a job while studying, it would have to be in the evening.

So, he found a bar.

The girl at the front desk looked at William and asked, "Are you applying? Wait a moment, I'll call the manager."

Soon, a man in a suit came over and asked, "Are you of age?"

William nodded, "Twenty."

"Twenty? You look very mature. Applying for a waiter, right? Base salary is 1800, six days off per month, must notify one day in advance if taking a day off, and there's a commission for selling alcohol. If you want to do it, give me a copy of your driver's license." The manager thought William's demeanor was quite impressive. Perhaps the rich women in the bar would like him.

William nodded, "I'll come over tomorrow." Only then did he realize he didn't know anything about photocopying or commissions. Without someone to teach him, he felt like an idiot.