Super Spender-Chapter 277: 271: Hit by Money – Continued

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Upon finishing her speech, Cora Franklin rushes to leave the room clutching the man’s arm. Prince springs up to follow, but Finn Lewis, quick on his feet, grabs hold of Prince and says, “Did a donkey kick you in the head during the break, just like it did Cora? Are you both out of your minds?”

“Huh?” Prince looks at Finn in confusion, finding this behavior out of character. At least for Finn today, who usually spends money like water. Would he fuss about such a small amount of money?

“Chasing them is pointless. What are you going to do, throw money at her until it kills her? I’ve already done the foolish thing of throwing money once, no way I’m doing it a second time. Don’t worry, I have a cunning plan.” Finn tries to comfort Prince with a mischievous look on his face. Seems like he’s gunning for a spectacular failure.

With that thought, Finn stands up, collecting a stack of Flame Nation coins and announces loudly, “Classmates, today is a great day, all of us have been successful this year. On the second day of school, we all got a windfall! Prince, let’s divide it among everyone in our class. Plus, I’m inviting everyone out to play for the new semester. I will let you know the details later. Everyone here has to agree as a favor to me. Also, notify anyone who is not here, we can take it as a class reunion.”

Despite the clash they were expecting not happening, their classmate, Finn Lewis, distributed all of the two million Flame Nation coins. That’s incredibly generous. Although Cora threw the money, no one sees it as hers. Finn is the one whose favour is owed, after all.

Prince and a handful of others laugh before swiftly beginning to distribute the money. In the end, they don’t keep any, instead giving it all to their other classmates. Each classmate receives almost forty thousand yuan, and there’s no real rich person in their class. Everyone happily pockets their share.

After everyone pockets their money, they all thank Finn with a smile.

Conveniently, the class bell rings at this moment, saving Finn from endless thank you’s. During the lesson, the professor finds it odd that all of his students are quite pleased. His happiness spurs him to say that he is glad to see everyone so enthusiastic about studying.

The confused professor’s words are greeted with laughter, but nobody explains why. Prince then whispers, “Are we just going to leave it at that, Mr. Finn?”

Is it over? Hell no. Fuck that. Since when did I start getting debauched with money too? Let her flaunt her wealth for a while; she’ll get what’s coming to her soon. I’d like to see if that guy will continue to throw money at her.” Finn’s expression is mystifying.

Without elaborating, Finn doesn’t ask any more questions. He secretly pulls out his phone and starts to chat with Olivia Thatcher. Identifying the boy is easy, and in no time, Olivia has uncovered his identity. He is rich; his parents own a real estate company in Celeston City, which isn’t exactly worthless, but with the real estate market being what it is this year, who knows how much liquid capital the company has.

After class, Finn swings by his mentor’s office and then promptly leaves. As soon as he steps into his car, before even leaving the school gates, he receives a call from Prince, urging him to check out the school forum. Finn opens the forum to find a post claiming that he, who once threw money at others, has been paid back in his own coin by Coran Franklin.

From the angle of the shot, it’s clear it was taken by someone in the corridor outside the classroom. Finn doesn’t have to guess who set this up – it’s obviously Cora. With a snort of derision, he turns off his phone and calls Hannah Lincoln.

“Young Master.”

“Hmm, my goods are almost here. How is the shop renovation going?” Finn asks.

“It’s nearly completed. All the craftsmen are working overtime. There are just a few minor details left to button up.” Hannah responds promptly. “Hmm, can it be completed by today?” Finn raises an eyebrow inquiringly. “Yes!” Hannah asserts confidently.

“Good. I will send someone to put the supplies inside tomorrow. You should get there early. I might ask you to start tonight.” Finn instructs her and then hangs up.

After hanging up, Finn decisively commands, “Zero, extract all of the Tlooos.” Following that, Finn calls Matthew Chan.

“Mr. Lewis.” Matthew greets him with a smile.

“Hmm, I’ve found a place to put them. When can we arrange the delivery?” Finn asks.

“How about tonight? Better to be discreet and we have the armed police to assist.” Matthew suggests.

“Okay.” Finn nods in agreement. After setting a time, he hangs up.

When Sarah Wood receives a call from Kay Lee, she is taken aback by the information, “Are you telling me that his shop has been renovated already?

And you really believe what he said?”

“Why wouldn’t I believe it?” Kay Lee asks, confused.

“You’re… you’re very naive. I admit there are high-end luxurious restaurants, but a pot of tea for 100,000 Flame Nation coins? It’s not high-end luxury; it’s prodigal! Even billionaires wouldn’t be extravagant enough to spend 100,000 yuan on a pot of tea, not to mention the cost of the food inside.” Sarah Wood slaps her forehead.

“Hehe, I believe him. Haven’t I told you about the things that happened to him? Are you saying that if it were someone else’s business, NW’s new game would have achieved such success today? He’s a marketing genius!” Kay Lee giggles. Sarah is left speechless. She really wants to say, “Miss, that’s not marketing, that’s extravagance! Damn it!” Sarah of course heard from Kay Lee about Finn’s antics in the game. Despite the unexpected results, she certainly wouldn’t consider this kind of move to be marketing. “When did marketing become the exclusive domain of the prodigal?!”

“Forget it, I won’t argue with you. Is it tomorrow night? I will definitely be there! I want to see how he caters to his customers with his prodigal restaurant! Humph! I really can’t believe it!” Sarah huffs in defiance..

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