Chapter 8 Supplies Gradually Arrive
Steven left the address and asked the Olive Garden staff to deliver the pasta sauce.
As for the food ingredients, he could directly pick them up from Walmart's warehouse when needed.
Only the pasta sauce wouldn't actually be sold; even the bagged sauces available on the market were far inferior to those in the restaurant.
Otherwise, no customers would come to the restaurant for pasta.
After finishing his meal, Steven was about to go home when he received a call from the manager of Waldorf Astoria.
"Mr. Rogers, the meals you ordered are ready. Are you available to receive them now?"
"Yes, just bring them over."
Steven went home and waited for the delicious food and drinks to be delivered.
These meals would be enough for him to eat for two or three years.
With $1.1 million left, he didn't mind spending money at all; in fact, he was eager to spend it all.
On his way back, Steven thought about what else he liked to eat.
So, he placed orders with several major restaurants in Starlight City, asking them to deliver 1,000 portions each.
He ordered thousands of portions of various cuisines and flavors!
This way, he had solved his food needs for half a lifetime.
Soon after, the food trucks from Stellar Grand Hotel arrived at the entrance of Sunshine Community.
A grand procession of twenty or thirty food trucks blocked the road, astonishing the neighbors.
The security guard, Henry, hurriedly stepped forward to stop them and ask why they were there.
The hotel manager explained the situation, but Henry insisted that the homeowner had to come to open the gate.
After all, the scale of the delivery was too large, and he couldn't let them in without considering the community's safety.
The hotel manager had no choice but to call Steven.
Steven then went downstairs to the community entrance.
At that moment, the entrance was crowded with people, including Steven's neighbors and onlookers Alice and Ivy.
Steven walked up to security guard Henry and smiled, "Mr. Garcia, these people are delivering food for me. Let them in!"
Mr. Garcia was full of surprise. "Delivery people? What kind of food needs a dozen food trucks to deliver?"
The surrounding neighbors were also in an uproar when they heard it was food trucks.
"My God, this must be enough to feed thousands of people! Where is he going to put it all?"
"Is Steven hosting some event at home?"
"Is he getting married? But that's way too much food!"
"Look closely, that's from the Waldorf Astoria, a five-star hotel!"
"Ordering that much food from there must cost at least tens of thousands of dollars!"
"Oh my God, spending tens of thousands on a single event. Steven must be really wealthy!"
"I always knew his family was well-off, but now it seems he's a real tycoon!"
The neighbors chatted among themselves, their gazes toward Steven becoming more admiring and respectful.
Alice, standing by the roadside, bit her lip and became even more determined to win Steven over.
She walked up to Steven and smiled, "Steven, what's been keeping you busy at home lately? You bought so much stuff."
Steven ignored her and handed a cigarette to Henry.
Seeing the homeowner, Henry opened the gate and let the Waldorf Astoria's convoy into the community.
Steven led the way for them.
Although he didn't respond to Alice, she didn't seem to mind at all, chatting and laughing beside him. "Is there something you can't tell me? Aren't we good friends?"
"In the future, I hope to know more about you. I hope you can see me as someone close," she added.
Steven looked at her deeply and sneered, "All this stuff is for my boss. And the last time we went to the restaurant, he was the one who treated us." Sighing, he added, "I wish I were that rich."
Alice's expression instantly fell. "You're... you're not joking with me, are you?"
Steven shrugged, "Why would I lie to you? We've known each other for years; you know my family's situation." He added, "My parents passed away, and I'm just a warehouse supervisor. I don't have any money!"
His explanation made Alice's expression turn very unpleasant.
She had indeed suspected that a typical rich scion would at least have a family business.
Steven's parents had passed away years ago, and although they left some inheritance, he couldn't be considered a rich scion.
Now that Steven admitted he wasn't a rich scion, all of Alice's doubts were cleared up.
She silently distanced herself a bit from Steven, then adjusted her hair and said with a polite smile, "Whether you're a rich scion or not, we're still best friends, right? I'm not a material girl."
She emphasized the word "friends" deliberately.
A scheming person never acted too coldly because she still needed a loyal pursuer to serve her.
Steven smirked and stopped talking to her.
Meanwhile, the Waldorf Astoria staff began moving trays of gourmet food to the location Steven had specified.
Steven had good relationships with people, so he borrowed an underground storage room in the community from the property management. He had them put the items in the storage room first.
Although the amount of food he ordered was large, once packed in meal boxes, it didn't take up too much space.
Steven had ordered the finest foods: lobster, foie gras, truffles, caviar, you name it.
But moving such a large amount of food into the storage room took some time.
Even the hotel manager was a bit shocked; in all his years as a manager, he had never encountered such a large takeout order.
Steven told them just to keep moving the items into the storage room.
He then secretly waited until the movers left and stored all the food in his extradimensional space.
Others might have found it suspicious and thought Steven was acting strange.
But in this world, everyone was quite busy and didn't have time to care about an unrelated person.
So whether it was the neighbors or the hotel staff, they might gossip a bit, but no one really paid much attention.
Soon, Steven had stored all the gourmet food in his extradimensional space.
In the evening, Steven received a call from Alexander, the manager of IronShield Security Company.
Alexander told Steven that they were ready and could come over anytime to build Steven's safe house.
He asked when Steven would be available to start the work.
Steven told them they could come over the next day.
He planned to move into a hotel first.
After discussing the safe house, Steven waited for Alexander to complete the modifications.
He had another important matter to discuss with Alexander: getting a gun.
After hesitating for a moment, Alexander lowered his voice and said to Steven, "If you really need that, I can recommend a channel. But the price might be a bit high."
Steven nodded; he understood that. Money was no longer an issue for him. "That's not a problem, as long as the quality is good," he answered.
Alexander replied easily, "Great, in that case, I'll make the introduction. I'll notify you of the transaction location in three days."
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