Chapter 204: Stupid People with a Lot of Money

"I didn't!" Brewster was speechless for a moment, then briefly stated his idea of ​​hiring all the members of his troupe for a month, bringing them to the Broadway in New York to perform and see the big scene, and then after confirming that the troupe and the theater could still be saved, he would pay to buy it.

"If you are so rich, why do you still make paid calls?" The manager didn't believe his words and said impatiently, "Well, since we are from the same hometown, I will pay your rent this month without interest. If you don't pay me back next month, don't blame me for being rude!"

Just as Brewster was about to explain further, Zeng, who was from the same hometown as Brewster but had basically assimilated into Western society, said, "The performance is about to begin. I don't have time to talk to you so much," and decisively hung up the phone.

"It's okay, you'll understand then." Brewster shook his head, and when he turned around, he saw Assistant Woods looking at a gemstone necklace behind the store window.

"Do you like it?" He looked at the number with five zeros after it on the label next to it and asked tentatively.

As long as the assistant said she liked it or wanted it, he could buy the gemstone necklace and give it to her as a thank you for her hard work in the next month...

One hundred thousand yuan can be spent in just a few minutes. What a great start!

It's so easy to spend money. If you can't leave any assets for yourself, then why not just give away all of them?

Who but a fool would refuse a gift from someone?

However, Brewster really met a "fool" - when Woods' assistant heard this, he frowned slightly: "This money can allow many people who are hungry to have a full meal. Besides, I am just your financial manager, and I don't need such an expensive gift."

"Okay." Although he got an unexpected rejection, Brewster raised his eyebrows, turned around and shouted, "I'll treat everyone to a big meal at the best hotel here! If you want to go, follow me!"

He then grabbed an old taxi and said, "Would you like to be my personal driver for the next month at a salary of $5,000 a week?"

"You want to spend $5,000 a week to rent a broken car like this?!" The taxi driver was obviously a low-income person who came to New York to make a living. When he heard the salary figure and job content, his face was full of disbelief.

"Cash!" Brewster tossed him a stack of hundred-dollar bills.

"What a magical country!" As if afraid that he would regret it the next second, the taxi driver hurriedly took the money and put it in his pocket.

This inhumane display of wealth made the audience who knew the inside story burst into laughter.

But on the big screen, Woods' assistant, who was unaware of the situation, showed an unreasonable expression: "Mr. Brewster, you can rent a fleet of luxury cars for this price!"

"Oh, you're right." Woods' assistant's words were obviously intended to stop him from spending money recklessly, but they made Brewster more open-minded. He turned around and asked the taxi driver about renting a luxury car.

"Don't worry, I will rent three of the most expensive luxury cars with drivers for you!" The taxi driver, who had just received a large reward, replied with a grin.

Seeing this young man from the East who was rich and stupid actually got on the bus, the crowd was excited when they heard that they could have a free meal. Then they began to ask the private detective who was holding a camera and looked like a personal assistant: "Who is this?"

"This is the super rich man, Mr. Brewster, who just inherited a 30 million dollar inheritance tax-free!" Since the private detective is now working for Brewster, it's natural for him to flatter him.

Bringing a large group of people to the best Plaza Hotel nearby, and spending a large amount of money to book a large buffet hall, Brewster discussed his new idea with the hotel manager: he wanted to book the best rooms on the top two floors for a month.

"But the top two floors have been booked for $100,000 a week." Looking at Brewster's cheap floral shirt, the hotel manager tried to remain polite and answered gently.

"I'll pay you 1 million for a month's rent!" Brewster waved his hand, and the black security captain who had jumped from a bank safe depository immediately put a suitcase on the front desk with his muscular arms.

"One million, in cash," Brewster added.

"Welcome to our hotel, distinguished Mr. Brewster." The hotel manager immediately changed his previous attitude and became extremely respectful. "Please sign here."

This continuous daily display of wealth was extremely smooth, refreshing and pleasing to the eyes, and it elicited bursts of applause from both inside and outside the play.

"OMG, I really want to be the leading actor." The teenagers were envious.

"But the protagonist is an Oriental..." This seemingly warning immediately aroused the disgust of many people who valued money over ancestry. "If I could be as rich as him, I wouldn't mind being an Oriental!"

With the two attributes of capitalism first and immigration country superimposed on each other, how much sense of belonging to the country and homeland can we expect from this generation of young people?

Especially since this is a slum area where almost no one has any money at home.

The audience member who complained about the Oriental protagonist shut up and looked up at the big screen. The more he watched, the more excited he became: If only he could be as rich as this Oriental protagonist, then...

The audience, each with their own thoughts, gradually quieted down.

"Here is Chuck Fleming's real-time tracking report. We have arrived at the Plaza Hotel now. This is Brewster, who has just inherited a 30 million US dollar estate tax-free. He is in this hotel..." Because the commotion on the street was so huge, and the news of this sudden wealth was indeed very topical, it didn't take long for the TV station crew responsible for real-time news to get wind of the news and hurried over to get first-hand information.

"Mr. Brewster, what are you going to do with the money?" The host named Fleming handed the microphone to Brewster's mouth.

"Spend it all!" Brewster blurted out, then laughed, "Just kidding, I'm going to use it for investment - I'll set up a company tonight and I'll be able to start business tomorrow morning..."

"What kind of business is that?" the host asked.

"You know, I'm just an actor, so I'm willing to find other ways to do some other business, art, painting, invention or something... I hope everyone can get the opportunity to realize their dreams!"

"I don't care how many times you fail, bring your plan here, I want it all!"

"This is my good friend and the company's senior vice president, Spike Nolan, who is in charge of this matter..." Brewster pulled his friend, who had been neglected for a while, to his side, "I will pay him... pay him $100,000 a month!"

Hearing this, Spike, who had always been at odds with the private detective who changed his attitude according to the situation, and was a little disappointed when he was ridiculed for abandoning him, a loser, after Brewster became rich, immediately straightened his back.

After a quick transition of interviews and reports, in the Plaza Hotel at night, Spike, wearing a high-end suit instead of the floral shirt that rock musicians loved before, opened the door of the presidential suite.

The neatly trimmed light brown short hair made the young man's features more clear and sharp, which was completely different from the charming blond boy in the old movies.

Those who wanted to find traces of the world's most beautiful boy in him probably could not have imagined that in just a few short years, he had already moved towards a different style of painting.

"I used the money you gave me to buy the expensive guitar I always wanted, and also bought a lot of things and rented a venue downstairs. Then I can hold a concert without catering to the audience!" After happily telling Brewster the news, Spike took another look at his custom suit and asked, "What are you planning?"

As if remembering something, Spike raised his voice: "You can't do this - Assistant Woods already has a fiancé. You can't just interfere with other people's relationships just because you have money!"

"How did I interfere with other people's feelings?!" Brewster was confused. "Back home, I have a childhood sweetheart who is waiting for me to come back!"

"Then why did you do this?" Spike was also confused: after hearing Woods' assistant say that her fiancé Warren also worked in that law firm, Brewster turned around and paid a high price to hire lawyer Warren to be the interior decorator of his room.

Assistant Woods, who had always acted as if she was not moved by money, was very confident in her fiancé, believing that this excellent fiancé would not bow down for money - unfortunately, money is always invincible in many cases. For this rare high price, Lawyer Warren, who had only learned some interior design knowledge from his ex-wife, agreed on the spot to temporarily change his career to become an interior decorator for a month.

"Because I saw it on the stage last month, this lawyer Warren and another woman - maybe his ex-wife, sitting in the audience in a very intimate posture..." Brewster explained, "Assistant Woods is a very good assistant, and I don't want to see her disappointed."

Although their nationalities, races and genders are different, Woods' assistant's fighting spirit is almost identical to his.

Exotic Chinese, blonde sweetheart... these are two of the attributes least recognized by the mainstream in this country with extremely high stereotypes, but they want to reverse this stereotype through their own efforts and gain the respect and achievements they deserve.

He was fortunate to have inherited a huge amount of money and thus won everyone's "respect" and "love", but Woods' assistant still hid his beautiful youth, which should have been shown, firmly under black-framed glasses and tight professional suits, and dared not go beyond that.

Although he squandered his huge inheritance in front of others, Brewster still had a dream in his heart that he wanted to fight for from then on.

Therefore, he also wants to challenge those impossible dreams: for example, dreamers who want to buy icebergs and transport them to the desert with powerful transport planes to make money, those who specialize in buying teams with a high defeat rate, and those who let investment experts hired at high prices use all their funds to buy stocks that are always bearish...

It seems like a "dream" - in fact, being able to spend money as quickly as possible is the key step to realizing his dream.

Brewster sat at his desk, admiring the bills of the past few days: Very good, if I continue to spend at this rate, I should be able to spend nearly 20 million in a month...

Money really is not something that can be spent easily - I have to think of some special projects that can spend money but also make huge losses!

"Brewster!" Spike, Assistant Woods and investment experts hurriedly pushed the door open and walked in.

"What's wrong? Has a new investment project come to you? Or has a project lost money again?" Brewster was delighted.

"No, no..." Spike finally caught his breath and said, "I, I never understood why you picked these money-losing projects - until today, I finally understood your foresight!"

As he said that, he turned on the TV in the room with the remote control.

Brewster looked over in confusion, only to see a TV news report: "Big news on Wall Street today! The International Iceberg purchased by the mysterious rich man Brewster has been acquired by Wometco, the most powerful oil company in the world, because oil was dug out during the mining process. In order to ensure tax benefits in the public market, this purchase will allow the company to obtain high profits and share..."

"Because you spent a lot of money to hype up the stock market, the stocks that were only worth $1.5 before have soared to a par value of more than $9 per share now!" The investment expert was also very happy, "You are really a genius in the stock market!"

"The team you bought has a very high losing rate, so the odds are also very high. After adding up the winning and losing numbers, you actually earned more than 2 million US dollars in gambling money..." Assistant Woods clicked on the calculator, "According to my rough estimate, your 20 million investment amount has at least doubled so far. Including the principal and interest, you can get back more than 40 million US dollars..."

Brewster realized that he was spending more and more money and felt dizzy.