Idle Money System

Seeing her gaze, which seemed indifferent to her words, May did not spoke anymore. Everyone then called for a gathering at the table.

The place they were in right now were considered good, the walls are a deep blue, accented by a diamond-patterned wall with blue LED lighting. A long, plush sofa runs along the wall, inviting guests to relax and enjoy the atmosphere.

The room is furnished with low coffee tables, perfect for drinks and snacks. A large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall displays a vibrant underwater scene, adding a touch of color to the otherwise dark space.

All of them then sat on the sofa as a girl in uniform went inside their room, clearly a waitress, to deliver their drinks and snacks. Alexander was seated on the far-left part, with Zya beside him to keep him company, as she was the one who invited him.

Each person had a glass cup, and they all poured drinks into them.

"So, Alexander, you haven't told me what your work is. Can you give me the honor of telling me?" Michael didn't waste any time and target Alexander directly.

Alexander glanced at the glass of wine in front of him but didn't touch it. Because he wasn't really a drinker.

Hearing Michael's question, he pursed his lips, aware that he was being deliberately targeted by the other party.

"Actually, I work at a restaurant and also I'm a waiter," Alexander replied, meeting Michael's gaze.

The other people at the table were showing a disgusted expression on their faces, "How dare he sit at the same table as them with his low status?" But they kept this thoughts only to themselves.

Alexander could see the disgust in their eyes, but he remained unfazed. Being a waiter was a job, and he didn't see why it should be viewed with disdain.

Michael chuckled at Alexander's answer, but inside, he was cursing at him. "How dare a waiter try to snatch my woman and even dare to challenge me? With your status as a waiter, you even dare to talk back to me and ignore me?" he thought angrily.

"Oh, a waiter, that's really bad," Michael said smugly, taking a sip of the wine.

"I heard that a waiter at a restaurant could only earn about 13,000 pesos per month. Hayss, Alexander, you should focus more on business to be more successful." he educated Alexander, like a grown man.

"Do you see this wine? This is Opus One, it costs around 20,000 pesos per bottle. Be honored that you can drink this," Michael said arrogantly, expecting praise from his friend and yes, they didn't disappointed him.

"Wow, this bottle costs around 20,000 pesos, so very expensive," a girl in the group with heavy makeup exclaimed.

"Big bro Michael, it's really an honor for us to taste this wine for the first time in our lives," another person said, taking the glass of wine that had been poured for him.

"Brother Michael is really rich, such a capable guy is really hard to find" May said full of compliment as she glanced at Zya, but her expression remained stoic.

"Of course, of course, we're friends, aren't we?" he said, full of pride, he was really delighted.

The Opus One wine is a bottle of elegance and simplicity. It has a tall, slender shape, made from dark, thick glass that gives off an air of luxury. The deep blue foil covering the top extends down the neck of the bottle, embossed with the signature "O" of Opus One, a mark of its prestige.

At the center of the bottle, a minimalist white label features two intertwined profiles, symbolizing the collaboration between Robert Mondavi and Baron Philippe de Rothschild. Beneath the image, in elegant blue font, the name "Opus One" is written with the vintage year below it.

May shifted her gaze towards Alexander, looking at him with disgust, as if he were a germ in her eyes.

"Alexander, since Michael let us experience how this wine tastes, why don't you pour wine for Michael to show your appreciation?" May said coldly, her smile a mask of malice.

Alexander, hearing this, furrowed his brows and looked at her. From their earlier conversation between Zya and her, he could clearly hear her, even though she had just whispered it. His enhanced hearing made it possible.

"Sorry, I don't drink wine, and besides, doesn't he have a pair of hands? Why doesn't he pour himself if he's so capable?" Alexander said calmly, meeting her gaze.

Hearing Alexander's words, many were angered, "How dare you, a poor waiter from a restaurant, have the nerve to decline May's suggestion? Will you die by just pouring one glass for our big brother?" the guy said, glaring at Alexander.

This was the same person who had asked Michael about Alexander earlier.

The girl with heavy makeup also chimed in, "Yeah, you're handsome, but you're so full of yourself and so arrogant. If you weren't with Zya, I would have kicked you right now," she said, her voice laced with venom, clearly wanting to hit Alexander.

May was also dissatisfied and felt humiliated by Alexander's words, "Hmph, what can your pride even do? Can it even help you earn money? Zya, are you not going to say anything about this?" she said, looking at Zya, expecting an answer.

Zya frowned at their words. She was even more disappointed in her friend May. If only she hadn't invited Alexander, he wouldn't have been humiliated.

"Alright, alright, stop now. Don't let a poor guy ruin our drink," Michael said, shaking his hands, his face plastered with a fake smile.

They continued their drinking session, and Alexander didn't touch the wine; he truly wasn't a drinker.

"I'll go to the bathroom first," May said to the others, leaving the room. Zya also drank some, but only one or two cups, as she wasn't a heavy drinker and had a low tolerance.

"Brother Michael, is it true that you've bought a new car?" the same guy with brown hair asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Hearing this, Michael knew it was his time to show off again. He didn't waste any time in flaunting his wealth.

"Yes, Bard, I've recently bought one. It's a Toyota GR Supra, you know it cost me millions of my hard-earned money to buy. But a friend of mine gave me a discount since he treats me as a brother," he said, acting cool and showing off his connections.

Bard, the guy with brown hair, looked at Michael with stars in his eyes and began to bootlick him.

"Young master Michael is really capable. If only I had just a small fraction of your skills, I wouldn't be this poor," he said, lamenting his current situation. And also changing his way of calling to brother to young master.

The other girls had their eyes shining and couldn't help but lament that he hadn't pursued them. They were a little jealous of Zya for having a rich man pursuing her, but she didn't even care.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Young master Michael is really capable and godly," another man said, showering him with praise.

The rest of the people continued to give praise for him. Alexander couldn't help but chuckle at this. He had clearly seen the car when he was inside, and it was old, almost like a second-hand car. It wouldn't even reach millions if it were sold. This guy could really win an award for his bragging skills.

Hearing Alexander's chuckle, the people around the table quickly narrowed their eyes. Bard slammed his hand on the table, feeling displeased just by seeing this guy acting arrogant again even though he was so poor.

"If you're so capable, why don't you try buying a car that costs millions?" Bard said coldly, baring his teeth.

Alexander didn't get angry. If he really wanted to, he could buy a car he liked with just one day of grinding. Hearing no response from Alexander, Bard could only scoff. Their favorability towards Alexander was now negative.

Zya, feeling embarrassed, couldn't help but lean in and whisper to Alexander's ear, "Sorry, Alexander, for inviting you here. I didn't know that they would act this aggressively towards you," she said sheepishly. She looked so cute and beautiful the way she looked at him.

Alexander just smiled at her and replied without any care about their words, "Don't worry, I'm fine," he whispered back into her ear.

Feeling his breath on her ear, Zya's face turned red, and she lowered her head like a child. Her blush even reached all the way to her ears.

Seeing this scene, Michael was so angry. How dare they act so lovey-dovey in front of him?

"Alexander is working in the restaurant, really good? What about I recommend you to become a call center agent? You're salary will be around 20,000-21,000 pesos per month if you want to," Michael said mockingly.

He was mocking Alexander for mentioning he was working at a restaurant while pretending to offer him a job. It's like acting as a saint and demon at the same time.

Alexander couldn't help but laugh at this. Even if there was no system that earned him money, Alexander wouldn't accept his offer. His salary was 1,000 pesos per day, which was higher than any other job. It could earn him about 29,000-31,000 pesos every month.

"No need, I love my current job," Alexander replied instantly, not even considering it.

"Hmph, if you don't want to, then it's your loss. This is an opportunity, but you didn't even bother to think twice about it," Michael snorted.

"Young master Michael is already acting humbly towards you by offering you a job with a good salary, and you didn't even think about it. No wonder you're so poor," Bard said exasperatedly.

Then there came the others' insulting words towards him about being too prideful. Alexander just looked at them calmly, with disdain in his face.

They were about to say more when suddenly the door opened, and May finally came back. There seemed to be something wrong with her.

"May, are you okay?" Zya said, standing up and going to May, touching her cheeks. There was a red handprint in her face, and her face was full of fear while her hair was so haggard.

"Don't worry, Zya, I'm fine," May said, but the fear in her voice was vivid. Suddenly, the closed door was slammed opened, and a bunch of men with tattoos and big muscles came in.

After they were inside, there was a fat middle-aged man with a red, beaten face that looked like it was slapped by a hard object. His right face was bleeding, and everyone wondered what had happened and who is this fat man.