John played dumb and asked, "Young Master, what key?"
"BMW Series 5, hand over the keys," Omi glared.
John only had to hand over a bunch of car keys to Omi.
Omi took the car keys and grunted, "Alright, you guys can go now." After saying that, Omi's figure moved and rushed up the stairs in the blink of an eye; no matter how fast the elevator was, it wasn't as fast as he was.
"Wow," Jean saw Omi's body dash up the stairs like a string of shadows, dumbfounded.
"Young Master's lightness is too high."
John urged, "Jean, hurry up. Although we don't have a BMW anymore, we can still start afresh. We can definitely live happily ever after."
Jean huffed, "Who's going with you? I've decided, I'm going to stay and be the young master's maid."
Omi took the car keys and went back to sleep, sleeping until nine o'clock at once.
After waking up at nine o'clock, Omi walked out of his room. The house was quiet, and it seemed that the two maids had indeed left.
Omi didn't feel sorry for them. It was just that he would be alone in the future, not yet accustomed to the world, and no one to explain to him.
Omi turned on the TV, which was broadcasting news about the home invasion that happened at two in the morning today.
Omi watched with pleasure.
The news said that a total of 3.8 million cash had been stolen from the theft.
3.8 million was a big number, so it was big news in Linjiang City and caused a big stir.
Omi was shocked to learn the amount. 3.8 million for his own use. At least he wouldn't have to worry about food for years.
Unfortunately, Omi was robbing the rich to help the poor, and he would never leave a single penny for himself. Otherwise, it would go against the chivalrous spirit of robbing the rich to help the poor and would be disreputable to the people of the world.
Omi turned off the TV and prepared to go out for breakfast.
"I only have a few hundred dollars left on me. What should I do?" Omi got sad, not expecting to come to this world and worry about food every day.
"In this world, if you don't have money, it's really hard to eat a meal," Omi muttered and went downstairs.
At this moment, downstairs in the Songtao neighborhood, there was a Mercedes-Benz parked, the same one that had followed Omi the previous evening.
Omi got off the floor and walked out of the entrance of the community, preparing to go to a restaurant for dinner. Don't ask him why he didn't cook it himself; where would Omi use an induction stove?
Omi walked out of the gates of the Songtao community. More than ten meters behind him, that Mercedes-Benz car slowly followed up.
Omi's eyebrows furrowed. "It's this car again. What is it following me for?"
In fact, Omi had already noticed it. He had felt it when he came home from school the evening before. But the day before yesterday, he was unfamiliar with the world and thought that cars were animals. But now he was not so unfamiliar with the world and knew that cars were not animals.
Omi turned at an intersection in front of him and disappeared from the Mercedes-Benz driver's view.
The Mercedes-Benz driver immediately accelerated to catch up and also turned toward that intersection.
However, after turning around the intersection, the Mercedes driver still didn't see Omi's figure.
"Huh, disappeared. Where did he go in a flash?"
Just then, Omi's voice came from the backseat of the Mercedes. "Why are you following me?"
The driver of the Mercedes turned around and was shocked to see Omi sitting in the back seat of his car.
"Gah!" The Mercedes let out a screech of brakes.
"You, when did you sit behind me?" The driver of the Mercedes-Benz looked at Omi in horror, not even sensing Omi getting into his car at all. Of course, he left the rear window glass open; otherwise, Omi wouldn't have been able to get in.
Omi inquired earnestly, "Tell me, what's the reason behind following me? Your honesty could be your ticket for not getting beating up."
"No, no, no, I'll say, I'll say."
"Hurry up and say it; I'm still in a hurry to go to dinner."
"Hello, I'm Song Daitian's driver. I went to the school to pick up Song Daitian's daughter that day, but I didn't think I'd be late, and Miss went back first in her classmate's car. As I was about to go back, I saw you smash a Porsche with a slap, I was shocked, you are definitely an expert in deep hiding."
Omi said, "Cut the crap, it's none of your business whether I'm an expert or not. Why are you following me, what's your purpose? Did you see that I still have a few hundred dollars in my pocket and want to rob me?"
"Senior, I don't have the strength to rob you; I don't mean any harm by stalking you."
"Then what do you want?"
"It's like this, our boss was looking for a campus personal bodyguard for his daughter, and I'm a martial arts practitioner and know some experts in the field, so he asked me to ask around as well to see if there were any suitable introductions for him. I just happened to see you, so I wanted to get to know you a little better and then I followed you, that's all."
"Uh, campus personal bodyguard?"
"Yeah, it's a popular profession these days."
"You're stalking me because you want me to be your boss's daughter's bodyguard?" Omi asked.
"Oh, if you're willing, you can certainly give it a try."
"Why would I want to be your lady's bodyguard? Is it lucrative to be a bodyguard?"
The driver was busy saying, "I don't know if it's profitable or not, but I definitely won't treat you badly. I'm following you just to see if you have any plans in this regard, senior, how about giving it some thought?"
Omi said, "Do you think I'm so good at martial arts that I would easily be a bodyguard for someone?"
The driver smiled, "Senior, you're right, so I have no illusions. Just give it a try. Since you don't have the intention, then forget it; sorry to bother you."
Omi busily said, "Wait a minute, for the sake of you being so sincere, as long as the salary is still okay, it's not impossible. If I can pay five thousand yuan per month, I think I can reluctantly agree."
The driver was taken aback: "What? Five thousand yuan."
Omi was stunned, busy changing his words, "Then four thousand yuan."
"Ah, four thousand yuan?" The driver was shocked again.
"Not even four thousand, that's a minimum of not less than three thousand."
"Three thousand?" The driver stared at him.
Omi clenched his teeth and said, "How about two thousand for each side."
The driver was even more incredulous: "Senior, can you stop joking? Two thousand?"
"Damn it, five hundred, it really can't go any lower. If it goes any lower, I really won't consider it." Omi was depressed. A moment ago he had said five thousand before reluctantly agreeing, but he didn't expect that in the end he had taken the initiative to drop to five hundred; this was too unruly. Where is it that people wanted to recruit him; it was obvious that he was a deadbeat who wanted to do this job, and also said that he wouldn't be an easy bodyguard. He beat his own face, ah.
The driver laughed, "Senior, you're really joking. With your price, you must be at least fifty thousand."