“Jul, why’d I sleep in so late? Why didn’t you wake me?” Jasper got up and spoke to Julian who walked in. He pressed a finger against his throbbing temple.
Julian replied exasperatingly, “I came over to wake you twice, Jasper. You didn’t wake up the first time, and you were incoherent when you replied the second time only to fall right back asleep after. I realized that you weren’t in a good condition anyway, so I let you sleep.”
Jasper got off the bed and went to clean himself up. Jasper saved a mental note to himself to not drink so much next time. Making him late was one thing, but the hangover the following morning was horrible.
“Have the people from General Motors arrived?” Jasper asked while brushing his teeth.
“They arrived half an hour before the agreed time at 9:30 this morning. They’re still waiting,” Julian replied.
“I’ll be there right away,” Jasper spoke.
“Won’t you eat something first?” Julian asked.
“It’s fine. I’ll be meeting Winston Benett later anyway and there’ll be food to eat for afternoon tea,” Jasper replied.
In DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel’s executive lounge sat two irritated men clad in suits.
“It’s already 2:10 p.m., Dalton. I don’t think there’s any need to wait anymore,” the slightly chubby man spoke irritatedly.
Dalton was also irked as he glanced at the time. “Let’s wait another ten minutes. We’ll leave if we don’t see him. It seems like this person isn’t sincere at all.”
“What if they’re just joking? The Gulfstream G500 costs 47 million US dollars. How could someone with such horrible time management afford that?”
“I don’t think that’s possible. This is someone whom Colossal Investments’ Jameson introduced…” Dalton spoke hesitantly.
“If he’s not coming to buy later then we’re not going to be very polite either. People like this need to be taught a lesson.”
Five minutes later, Jasper hastily appeared in the executive lounge.
Jasper made a beeline for the two commercial sales representatives. He was about to apologize before one of them spoke impolitely with a frown.
“What on earth is going on with your boss? Where is he? Just tell us if he’s not willing to buy the plane and stop wasting our time. Why’d he send a young man like you over anyway? To apologize?”
Dalton almost could not conceal his anger when he saw Jasper.
After being made to wait aimlessly for four to five hours, the other party decided not to show up and instead sent a young man over. Dalton felt severely humiliated.
Hearing him, Jasper knew that they had misunderstood.
“I’m Jasper Laine, the person who wants to buy the Gulfstream,” Jasper stated.
“My apologies, I’ve had too much to drink yesterday.”
Jasper did not fault them for their resentment considering he had made them wait four to five hours. He apologized sincerely.
This had nothing to do with wealth but rather a person’s upbringing. Having made them wait so long, Jasper was aware that it was his mistake and there was nothing wrong with being more humble.
“Mr. Laine, we’re only here because you’re Mr. Jameson’s friend. If you can’t even manage your own time, we’re seriously doubting your sincerity in buying our plane. Plus, with how young you are, do you even have the money to buy it?”
Dalton spoke coldly.
Jasper’s brows furrowed slightly. It was his fault for being late and he would not refute them if they scolded him about his lack of time management. However, that last comment did not sit right with him. This was the United States and he did not know looking down on people was a trend here too.
“Age and wealth have no direct correlations. I entrusted Jameson to contact you on my behalf because I sincerely do want to purchase your Gulfstream G500 private plane,” Jasper explained patiently.
Dalton sneered and mocked, “Really? You’re telling me you’re actually going to buy this plane priced at 47 million US dollars?”
At this moment, Dalton still did not believe that Jasper would buy his company’s plane.
Firstly, Jasper was too young.
Secondly, he was of Somer descent.
As far as he was concerned, Somerland was an extremely poor and underdeveloped country. There was no way people from such places could afford a private plane costing tens of millions of US dollars.
“I don’t like joking about serious things, nor will I make a fool of people because of a simple joke.”
Jasper spoke as he looked at Dalton calmly.
Dalton scoffed and replied, “I can’t imagine that people from the poor and underdeveloped Somerland can afford private planes. When Mr. Jameson said it was a Mr. Laine, I thought it would be some big shot from Coreana willing to do business with us. Looks like I’ve misunderstood.”
“How ridiculous of you to make us wait here aimlessly from 9:30 a.m. to now when it’s almost 2:30 p.m.”
Dalton then glanced at Jasper mockingly, saying, “The Gulfstream G500, priced at 47 Million US dollars with no available discounts. There’s nothing wrong with you buying it, but I’m going to need to check your bank account first. Please hand me your bank account card with the most money in it. I’ve already brought my device.”
At that, Dalton pulled out a small machine.
“Imagine if he brings out his payroll card and there’s only a few hundred thousand in it.” The slightly chubby commercial sales representative suddenly turned to Dalton and mocked with a sneer.
“I heard that instead of being given checks, people in Somerland receive their salaries by having it transferred to their bank accounts at the same time. Everyone earns a monthly payment of at least 100 US dollars.”
“Pfft.” Dalton laughed aloud exaggeratingly. “100 US dollars? Damn it, what a big amount. My daily coffee costs even more than that.”
The two shared a look and laughed aloud.
Jasper calmly pulled out a debit card and stared at them, saying, “Here you go.”
Dalton took a look at the normal debit card. Seeing how it was not some limited edition card either, he looked down on Jasper even more and simply swiped it over the machine.
“Please key in your password,” Dalton told Jasper lazily, “I just don’t get it, why do you actively try to make a fool of yourselves? Are all you people of Somer descents like that?”
Putting the machine back down, Jasper received a call.
“Hello, Mr. Laine. I’m Mr. Benett’s personal life assistant. I previously invited you on behalf of Mr. Benett for afternoon tea today. Are you free right now?”
“I am,” Jasper replied curtly, “But I’m currently dealing with something in the hotel’s executive lounge.”
“Alright, Mr. Laine. I’ll be there shortly. Mr. Benett asked that I personally bring you over to meet him.”
While Jasper was on the call, Dalton and his colleague had also seen the balance in Jasper’s debit card on the machine.
Unit: US Dollars.
Balance: 31,294,124.12.
