Actually, he wasn't bragging just now. He did make some money with this cheap jewelry, but all the money was spent on his mother's illness. Over a year ago, his mother, who had been in poor health, suddenly worsened. After using up his savings, he had to borrow money at high-interest rates. Originally, he thought that as long as he took it easy, he could earn the money back with a little more effort.
However, after his mother's illness worsened that time, she didn't recover much. Without money for better treatment, the $20,000 turned into $120,000 now, and the $10,000 he had paid back in bits and pieces had all turned into interest. If the person in front of him hadn't suddenly appeared, he might really have lost his hand.
How could those who only know how to fight and kill understand that his hand was everything to him? If he lost his hand, he wouldn't be able to draw design drafts or make jewelry again. All that awaited him would be his mother's death due to lack of money for medicine and his destruction. So he was grateful to Roy.
The word "mother" stirred up some memories in Roy's mind that he didn't want to recall. He didn't have a good mother. From a very young age, he didn't expect his mother to do anything for him, and he would never have the idea of trying to find his mother again. But Janet let him know that not all mothers in the world were like his, and that maternal love could indeed be great.
"A few years ago, your store sold a diamond ring. Do you remember? At that time, you said it was the treasure of your store." Roy stated his purpose for coming here.
Bernie looked at him in surprise. "How do you know?"
"Answer my question."
"Yes, that's right, I remember very clearly." Bernie recalled, "At that time, my mother's health had already started to deteriorate. In order to treat her illness, she took out the only diamond necklace my father had given her, and I took the diamonds off it and made several rings."
Selling the diamond necklace alone wouldn't have fetched much. But after he redesigned and remade them, the several rings sold for three times the price of the necklace, which made him proud for a long time, so he remembered it very clearly.
But soon, his eyes dimmed. "At that time, I was still too young and dismantled the necklace as my mother said. Later, seeing her always looking at a photo with nostalgia, I realized it was a photo of her wearing the necklace with my father. Unfortunately, I couldn't help her get the necklace back."
The feeling of doing something for his mother, Roy felt he might never experience it in his life. So he ignored his words and focused only on the previous part.
"If I want a better diamond ring, can you design a ring better than the original?"
Bernie was stunned for a moment, a bit skeptical if his mind was a bit muddled, otherwise how could he hear such an incredible request? "Are you here to have me design a ring?"
"Yes, I bought one of your treasures back then and gave it to my girlfriend. She liked it very much, but now that I have money, I want to give her something better."
"I understand, I understand." Bernie nodded repeatedly. Of course, he knew that his design back then was very good, otherwise it wouldn't have sold for so much money. But he also understood that someone who could easily give away $120,000 could certainly afford to spend more money to buy a more expensive ring.
Roy looked at him. "My girlfriend likes the ring you designed, so I'm here to ask you to design a better one, more suitable for her to wear, as our wedding ring."
Bernie's expression became solemn. The fact that his design was favored by such a "wealthy person" was a confirmation of his design ability and also an opportunity. Wealthy people generally associate with other wealthy people, so if someone sees and likes the ring he designed, perhaps he can fulfill his dream of becoming a jewelry designer!
"You can rest assured that I will design a ring that satisfies you! If you are not satisfied..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Just when they thought it was the same people coming back for trouble, a woman carrying a baseball bat burst in, shouting.
"Bernie! I heard those bastards are back?"
Roy looked in surprise at the woman who had just barged in, holding a baseball bat in her hand.
"Is it him?" The woman mistook Roy for one of those debt collectors and swung the bat fiercely towards Roy.
The whistling sound of the bat could be heard as it was about to hit him, definitely enough to smash a hole in his head.
The woman's movements were too fast. From the moment she entered to the moment, she swung the bat at Roy, not even ten seconds had passed, making it impossible for Bernie to find the time to stop her.
"Don't hit him, he's not..."
Before Bernie could finish his sentence to stop her, the bat had already come down, forcing him to despairingly close his eyes, waiting for his dream of almost coming true to be tragically shattered.
However, there was no sound of impact that he expected, instead, he heard a light laugh. This made him cautiously open his eyes and see his "wealthy client" casually gripping one end of the baseball bat with his hand, making it impossible for the woman to free the bat from his hand no matter how hard she tried.
Kidding, Roy had practiced martial arts for so many years, if he could easily be hit on the head with a baseball bat, it would be too embarrassing.
"I'm not here to collect debts."
The woman, originally surprised by his strength, looked at his face seriously after he said this. However, Roy was still wearing a hat, scarf, and sunglasses, making it impossible to see his face through so many accessories.
At this moment, Bernie certainly couldn't let her make a scene anymore, dragging his somewhat soft feet in front of Roy, he said, "Monica, he's not one of those people, he just saved me!" Now what he wanted to do most was actually to pray to the Almighty God, thanking him for not letting his wealthy client get hit by a baseball bat, otherwise even if he sold everything, he probably couldn't afford the compensation.
"Really?" Monica looked at Roy with some disbelief. "He's wearing sunglasses. He doesn't look like a good person. Are you sure you're not being deceived?"
Roy's mouth twitched. Wearing sunglasses means you're not a good person? That's too hurtful to too many people, right?
Well, indeed, there aren't many people wearing sunglasses when the sun isn't that strong in March, but you can't think someone's not a good person just because they're rare, right? After thinking about it, he took off his sunglasses.
However, neither of the two people talking noticed this little movement of his.
Bernie obviously thought she made sense, but you really shouldn't say such sensible things in front of others.