Chapter 115 The Wealthy
Noah's voice was calm, but his words left Ethan frozen in place, his face pale, unable to move.
"Noah," Ethan trembled, his teeth chattering, "Listen to my explanation..."
"I don't need to listen to your explanation. When you were young, you did go through a lot of hardship, losing both your parents. But you were filial to your grandmother, had good character, and managed your relationships with the residents of the poor area well. That was why I let you take over Liam's position and entrusted you with the compensation work for the shantytowns."
"My wife is in charge of the shantytown renovation project, and I hope she can complete it successfully. I also hoped that you could do a good job with the compensation work for me and not cause trouble for my wife."
Noah looked at Ethan.
"But now, you’ve disappointed me.
"What I see is not someone who can help me handle the compensation work. What I see is just a nouveau riche, someone who spends their compensation of one hundred million on Armani, Longines, and Rolex. A nouveau riche who buys Louis Vuitton.
"Ethan, you’ve been lost to money. You’ve forgotten the purpose of helping me."
"I'm sorry, Noah."
Ethan lowered his head, his face filled with shame.
"You don't need to apologize to me because from now on, you’re no one to me. There is no relationship between us." Noah's voice turned icy.
"There are many things I won't say, but don't think I don't know about what you’ve done.
"Remember one thing, Ethan: I can make you soar from a small thug at the bottom of the shantytown to become the boss and the person in charge of the compensation work.
"At the same time, I can easily bring you back to your original state, turning all your pride into a mirage. You’ll spend the rest of your life in a daze in the shantytown at the bottom of society."
"There are many capable people in this world, so if you are useless, I can replace you anytime."
Thud!
When Ethan heard those words, he could no longer control himself and knelt before Noah, tears streaming down his face.
"Noah, I'm sorry! I beg you, give me another chance!"
He cried loudly, his face covered in tears.
"Huh?!"
Nathan and his cronies were dumbfounded. They had felt a strong blow to their worldview. The boss of the slums, Ethan, who was in charge of resettlement compensation, was actually kneeling to this punk kid? And he was sobbing uncontrollably?!
"How is this possible?"
"Are my eyes fooling me?"
They rubbed their eyes and realized they hadn't made a mistake.
"It seems like that punk kid was the one who gave Ethan his current status and position!"
Nathan looked at Noah, his pupils shrinking, his heart filled with shock and fear.
"Then who is that punk kid?"
"You want another chance?"
Noah sneered, "You disappointed me. What makes you good enough to ask me for another chance?"
"Noah, I was wrong!"
Ethan wailed and started to kneel. Bang, bang, bang!
The floor made a sound with each forceful knock, and his forehead was soon streaming with blood.
He knelt down in front of Noah, hugging Noah's left leg and sobbing.
"Noah, I was wrong, I really was!
"I admit, I did embezzle from the compensation fund!
"When that one billion compensation was deposited into my account, I thought I would work hard for you.
"But I found that the job was too simple. As soon as I returned to the slums, some influential figures found me and offered me money and women if I was willing to give them a cut!
"I had never experienced the feeling of being flattered in my life.
"I admit it, I couldn't resist the temptation and ended up indulging in eating, drinking, and gambling all day, and I lost a lot of money.
"In the end, I had no choice but to use the compensation money to cover the debt.
"Alright, stop talking, get out of here, don't let me see you again."
Noah furrowed his brow and kicked Ethan away with one kick.
He believed that Ethan was a decent person, filial and courageous.
But Noah also believed in human nature. He had suddenly gained one billion dollars in his account, and had immense power since he was in charge of resettlement compensation.
If your willpower isn't strong enough, you would have twisted thoughts.
You would use money to indulge in food, drink, prostitutes, and gambling, extravagantly squandering your wealth.
You would use power to form cliques and gather support, amassing wealth.
Clearly, this was what Ethan had become.
The kick sent Ethan flying five meters away.
He fell to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth, his breathing weak.
"Noah, I truly was wrong, please give me another chance!"
Ethan crawled on the ground, wailing loudly.
"I promise, there won't be a next time, I will work hard for you!"
After saying that, he gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, and then grabbed his left pinky finger with his right hand, fiercely tearing it off!
Snap!
He snapped off his entire pinky finger, and blood gushed out.
"Ah!"
Ethan screamed in pain, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes red. He looked at Noah and said, "Noah, give me another chance!
"If I let money blind me again, I'd rather kill myself right in front of you, just like what I did to my thumb!"
Noah's face remained cold, but he closed his eyes slightly and saw the elderly figure of Ethan's grandmother, Heather, in his mind.
"Alright, I'll give you one last chance," Noah said, sighing deeply with his hands behind his back.
He admitted that he felt a hint of pity. After all, Ethan was just an ordinary person who hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of money, and he had a grandmother, Heather, to take care of. His life had been miserable.
"Thank you, Noah! Thank you, Noah!" Ethan kept kneel.
Nathan and the others who had witnessed the scene were dumbfounded.
Who was this kid named Noah and what kind of background did he have? He had been able to determine Ethan's fate with just a few words.
"Now, it's your turn," Noah said as he looked at Nathan.
Nathan trembled all over, feeling a chilling sensation as if he had fallen into an icy dungeon under Noah's gaze.
"I said that if one person kneels three times, the matter will be settled," Noah said expressionlessly. "Now, this is your last chance."
His voice was extremely cold, resonating and causing everyone to shudder.
Nathan was not foolish. This young man had the power to decide Ethan's fate with just one word. He had even asked Ethan to cut off one of his own fingers. He must have an incredibly terrifying background.
This was a person they couldn't afford to offend.
"I... I’ll kneel, I’ll kneel!" Nathan immediately knelt in front of Noah and kneeled three times loudly.
After seeing their boss kneel, the rest of the underlings looked at each other and then knelt down in a row, kneel to Noah.
The sound of foreheads hitting the floor continuously echoed in the restaurant.
Without even glancing at them, Noah turned around with his hands behind his back and walked out of the restaurant.
