Time flies, and before we knew it, another day of leisurely campus life had passed.
The light and shadow in the kitchen, driven by dawn and dusk, lingered back and forth between the woks, until finally Wednesday morning arrived, and Fagga poured vegetable oil into the wok.
"Hmph~ Hmph~~"
Fagga hummed a lullaby softly as he waited for the oil in the pan to heat up. He then poured the beaten eggs into the pan and stirred them while listening to the sounds coming from his headphones.
[New Ailidu Morning News Report]
Dear citizens, do you remember the recent demolition incident at Vision Industrial Park?
[That's right, Vision Industries representative Perlman has finally recovered from his gunshot wound, but what awaits him is not freedom, but a just trial!]
As is customary, suspect Mr. Perlman will travel by the court's airship to the Supreme Court in New Elidu one day in advance to await trial!
Listening to the morning news, Fagga tossed his fried rice around, then suddenly remembered something and said to the air, "Eileen, if I remember correctly, the Rabbit House is supposed to attend the trial to defend the rights of Canvas Lane, right?"
As dawn broke, the range hood whispered softly, and Fagga's ears were filled with the sounds of spatulas striking iron pots and the serious broadcasting voice of the TV host.
But the next moment, the instant Eileen's voice came through the earphones, it was as if everything was drowned out, leaving only her soft voice as she dozed off, yet still patted her cheeks to try and stay awake and chat with Fagga:
"It seems so... but why are you asking this? The legal fees for the Rabbit House have nothing to do with us, right?"
"It's really okay."
Faga nodded slightly, but being separated by a floor, Ellen didn't see the sly look that suddenly appeared on Faga's face. She said softly:
"But then I suddenly remembered that during the gold rush at Dead End Alley, we got three percent of the profits. I'd never asked about it, but now I think it's time to collect the rent!"
"I wonder how Canvas Alley is doing now... Hey, Ellen, do you think I could take three percent of all the profits from Canvas Alley beyond the gold rush?"
Keep in mind that Nico was already hospitalized at the time, and only Nekomata and Ambition were negotiating the agreement with Fagga.
These two young people had no idea about all the intricacies. At the time, Fagar deliberately left a loophole in the contract—three percent of the profits from Canvas Lane would go to Victoria Housekeeping.
It looks fine, right?
Actually, there's a much bigger problem!
Normally, it should be the direct benefits of the Canvas Lane's dead-end, empty gold rush.
The absence of so many modifiers directly resulted in Fagar having a much wider range of techniques at his disposal.
For example, Canvas Lane used the profits generated by the gold rush to develop industries unrelated to the gold rush, and still made money.
If Fagar is willing to try and extract money, he can get three percent of it!
Cough cough... How can you say it's knocking?
They were clearly following the spirit of the contract and protecting their legitimate interests.
As soon as Fagar finished speaking, a long silence followed in the earpiece. No one knew how speechless Ellen was at that moment.
Time seemed to pass for a long time, so long that Fagga unknowingly turned off the stove and used a spatula to scoop the fried rice into a bowl.
Finally, Ellen's helpless voice came from the other end of the earpiece: "Faga, do we really need to be eyeing their meager earnings?"
"Well..."
Faga's eyes darted around for a moment, then he wiped nonexistent sweat from his forehead and smiled casually:
"I just wanted to make you happy! Think about it: we serve high-net-worth individuals, so instead of trying to scrape together two coins from Canvas Lane, we might as well go out and take on a couple more commissions."
"Yeah?"
A voice of doubt came from the other end of the earpiece. Ellen knew Faga too well; he was a vampire through and through!
Eileen narrowed her eyes and said sarcastically, "Since you think that way, why did you leave a trap in their agreement?"
"Ahem, this is a racial trait!"
How could Fagga possibly admit that it was his own problem?
Since he had never spent a single day in the vampire clan, he had no sense of belonging or collective honor.
Therefore, Fagar did not hesitate to shift the blame to his own race:
"It's all the vampires' fault! They're an inherently evil race that's constantly eroding my kind and upright soul."
"Especially since I recently got close to people from the vampire clan, it must be that Bourne has awakened the greedy part of my bloodline."
"Ah, this sinful race!"
Eileen: "..."
...
Meanwhile, at a meeting somewhere.
Bern Kunmutu, who lost the second "Beast," is being questioned.
"Achoo!"
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