Casanova walked cheerfully with his hands in his trouser pockets. His legs swayed as if floating in the air.
The young man was happy as if he had just won a prize. Until he didn't feel his mouth humming a little and whistling singing songs that were often played on the radio.
"Hahaha... it's nice. Now, I know that Mister Adam has a mistress. This information will be of use to me in the future. And I will write it down in my head. This will be my 'Kartu As' if I ever get into trouble with these wealthy conglomerates," he said as he continued walking, whistling, humming cheerfully.
A moment later Casanova reached into his pocket. He found that his pants pocket, which was thin only containing coins, had now become very thick.
It takes out all of its contents. Bunch of dollar bills tied with rubber bands.
Wala! Casanova widened his eyes. Bright green!
"Dollars! Dollars! Ahahaha... Not only did I win over Honey's heart tonight, but I also managed to steal all of her money! Huhuhu, you're really unfortunate, Honey. But no problem. After all, at least now he has learned a valuable lesson about how to subdue men. Ah, I can't wait to see Honey put it to work on Mister Adam." Casanova said while laughing continuing his cheerful footsteps.
The knowledge that was just given to Honey about the 3 most sensitive points that can stimulate a man was obtained from a book.
To be precise, a translated book from India, with the title Kamasutra!
Correct! Casanova loves to read.
He regularly visits the library next to the city park to devour volumes of books. So even though he never received a formal education, the young man is arguably very intelligent and knows a lot of things.
Until footsteps came swinging at an intersection, Casanova paused for a moment.
He found a deserted bread cart. On the glass of the wagon is written the brand "Torta Choco Bumm", or something that means "Exploding Chocolate Bread".
The seller was an old man, who had been just sitting dreamily beside his cart. What a pity, Casanova thought. Then he idly approached the old grandfather's cart.
" Grandpa, why is your trade so quiet?" Casanova asked, observing the buns still neatly stacked in the glass cart. Judging from the pile, it didn't seem like a single loaf of bread had been sold today.
The old man shook his head wearily. He then saw Casanova and pointed in the direction ahead.
"Oh, young man, maybe it's because my stall isn't as attractive as the bakery across the street, " said the old man. "In the past, everyone bought bread at my stall. I have many customers. They compliment the taste of my bread which is very delicious. But, after the bakery opened, all my customers ran there. It's so quiet here, while there the visitors are always busy. Oh, young man, I've given up on this situation," he explained in frustration.
Casanova nodded in understanding. He began to cast his eyes across the street, observing the bakery that was very busy with shoppers, while trying to understand the situation.
Yup! The bakery across the street is quite big. Decorated with colorful lights that glow brightly, so that the wake looks attractive from the outside. Not only serving bread but there are also various hot drink menus available.
Cappuccino. Expresso Coffee. Hot chocolate. And other menus are deliberately written on a large blackboard, displayed next to the entrance.
A beautiful woman wearing waitress clothes stood in front of the shop. And he would bow whenever someone passed in front of him, eagerly offering the best menus and telling people to come into the tavern.
Now Casanova understood the situation. Then he quickly asked the old man.
"Hey, Grandpa, then how about the taste? Does your bread taste better than the bread made at the shop across the street?" asked Casanova starting to gather information.
The old geezer nodded firmly!
"Ah, when it comes to taste, don't ask! I can guarantee that my bread is tastier than the bread made in the shop over there. Because I inherited the recipe from generation to generation. Try this, young man, try it if you don't believe it. You will love my 'Torta Choco Bumm'!" The old man eagerly offered his bread.
A loaf of bread still steaming hot.
Apparently, under the cart, there is a fire that is always burning. Making the pieces of bread that are neatly stacked in the glass jars are kept warm.
"Torta Choco Bumm?" Casanova was surprised by the strange name. Never before found an Italian bakery with a nickname like this.
But what can I do, he just accepted the hot bread and immediately took a bite.
boom!!
As the name suggests, the taste explodes on the tongue!
The combination of bread dough tastes sweet, salty, savory, and who knows what else, but what is clear is that the texture is very crunchy on the skin, but feels chewy on the inside!
It managed to dumbfound Casanova for a moment. What's more, after being bitten deeper. And boom!
Surprisingly from inside the bread came a thick brown liquid and the sweet taste exploded! Sweet-tasting delicious and melts in the mouth.
Extraordinary! This is a masterpiece! Casanova couldn't stop chewing it. The young man's head subconsciously nodded to himself, for the sake of enjoying every bite of the grandfather's delicious bread.
"How does it feel, young man? Isn't my bread delicious?"
"Extraordinary!" replied Casanova as he ate the last bite. "In all my life, I have never seen bread this delicious."
"Hahaha, I told you, didn't I? This is a recipe passed down from my family that we always take care of." The old man finally laughed in relief. "The combination of savory and crunchy flavors on the skin, then with the chewy texture on the inside of the bread, plus the thick sweet chocolate when you bite into it, will make this bread very perfect. Well... but that's how it is, young man. After all, my stall is just a small and ordinary bread cart. How can you possibly compete with the fancy bakery across the street?"
Casanova waved his hand. "Don't worry, Grandpa, everything can be arranged. You have a great product, but it's a shame you just can't sell it yet," Casanova said casually.
"T-then, what should I do, young man?"
Bruck!
Casanova slammed down his wad of dollars.
And while kissing the index finger that was still left with melted chocolate jam, he said, "Use this money of mine to build a big bakery! You have to be able to compete with that fancy bakery on the side of the road. However, make sure 2 things you have to do, Grandpa!
"First, you have to keep your prescription. Don't change anything because your bread is already perfect.
"And second, don't just sell bread! You must be able to provide the best facilities to your customers. People will come to your shop not just to bite a piece of bread. But more than that! They also want to enjoy serving sexy girls who have big and sexy asses. Therefore, make sure you look for female employees and dress them in half-open clothes. I'll bet on my head, Grandpa! If you do all my advice, you will win this business competition. And even then, you're going to put your rival bakery on the roadside out of business!"
Casanova ended his sentence, then left leaving the old geezer who was still dumbfounded in disbelief.
How could an angel come to his bakery? Then give a lot of money, and give great advice on how to grow his business?
"Oh, am I dreaming?" The old man slapped himself on the cheek. But he still found the pile of dollars lying next to his pile of bread. So this is not a dream, but a reality!
After realizing that all of this was real, the old geezer immediately shouted!
"Hey, young man, what's your name?" he shouted.
Casanova paused, then turned around.
"You don't need to know my name! What is clear, I will soon be the richest person in the City of Venice!" The young man waved, then turned around and resumed walking.
The old man fell to the ground. He prostrated and wept.
"Thank you, Lord, thank you for sending one of your angels!" she sobbed, shedding tears.
It's not quite like the story though!
The old geezer just doesn't know, the one who just came to his place is not a noble-hearted angel. But on the contrary! That young man is a devil with a cunning heart! It doesn't matter even if you wear a handsome mask.
"Did I lose by giving all my money to that stupid geezer?" Casanova said with a laugh, then answered his question.
"Wala! Of course not! Because I'm just laundering my stolen money. To be sure, it would be very dangerous if I had to hold that much money myself. So, I'll just leave everything to that stupid old man!"
He laughed in satisfaction, then continued to speak.
"Then later, after that stupid old man has managed to raise his bakery, I'll take over the patent rights. Ahahahaa... so, it's just a matter of money laundering, and also a promising investment in the future! Ahahaha... Ahahaha...."
Confidently Casanova walked cheerfully on his way home.
Tonight is a night of really big victory!