Classic Novel
Chapter 25
Sean immediately became interested when it came to making money.
Which guy didn’t dream of playing games and making money at the same time?
After a moment of contemplation, Carlisle shook his head and said, “The drop rate for the rare.
equipment, Judgment, was too low, and their value depreciated rapidly.
“The Judgment could sell for five or even six figures in 2002. Last year, it could still fetch four figures. But this year, it’s down to three figures!
While speaking, he stood and stared straight at Sean, emphasizing each word. “Besides, when I talk about
making money, I mean making big money!”
Players of The Legendary Tale should know that in 2002, the first server of The Legendary Tale was sold
for over 300 thousand dollars.
At that time, 300 thousand dollars was more than enough to buy a 2000 square feet house in the town.
“Making big money…” Sean muttered to himself. “How much do you mean by big money?”
Carlisle held up one finger.
“Ten thousand?” Sean swallowed hard.
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In this era, where the average salary was less than one thousand dollars, ten thousand dollars was indeed
a significant sum.
However, Carlisle shook his head slowly.
Sean’s throat felt even drier, “100 thousand?”
Carlisle shook his head again and said, “Let’s start with a small goal. We’ll aim for a million!”
A million!
A small goal!
These two phrases circulated in Sean’s mind continuously.
After a while, Sean finally came to his senses. He reached out to feel Carlisle’s forehead, then his own. He
muttered, “Do you have a fever? Or is it me?”
A million?
And that was considered a small goal?
How could Carlisle dare say such things?
It was good to have dreams. But the dream had to be somewhat grounded in reality.
Sean’s ran his own business and made only 30 to 50 thousand yearly.
It would take 20 years to make a million.
“Forget it. There’s no point in explaining further now. You’ll understand later!”
Carlisle couldn’t be bothered to explain. However, he understood Sean’s skepticism.
Had it not been for his rebirth, anyone saying such things to him would have seemed like a fool.
After the two agreed to meet at their usual spot to surf the internet, they went their separate ways to go home.
Carlisle went upstairs after he locked his bike downstairs. Just as he reached for the door, he heard Hilda
sobbing.
“If he fails the exam, he can simply retake it. He’s only 18 now. Repeating for a year will only make him 19!”
Word of Carlisle’s deeds had reached her ears.
Like others, they also believed that Carlisle hadn’t taken the SATS seriously due to immense pressure.
Gordon lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke. He said, “I’ll talk to him when he gets back. If he’s really not interested in studying, he can pursue a skill!”
“I still think it’s better to repeat the year!”
“If he can’t get into college, will you be able to raise your head when we return to the village to visit?” Hilda lowered her head and wiped away her tears.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Gordon took a deep drag of his cigarette. With a loud voice, he said, “What do you mean by not being able to raise my head? How many college students are there back in the village?”
Gordon’s mood soured due to Carlisle’s situation. In frustration, he raised his voice.
Hilda was startled and trembled slightly.
With her eyes reddened, she shouted, “Are you still unaware of your brother’s and sister–in–law’s
characters?
“In no time, they almost belittled you to the point of humiliation. And you don’t even dare to stand up to them?”
After being yelled at by Hilda, Gordon’s face dropped into silence.
Hilda added, “I don’t care. If our son doesn’t make it to college, I’ll have him repeat the year, even if it means selling pots and pans!”
As he stood outside the door, Carlisle felt a pang in his heart after hearing his parents‘ argument over him.
His parents held high expectations for him, but he had disappointed them in his previous life.
Not getting into college must have made his parents very upset. Yet, they always wore a cheerful demeanor around him. They didn’t want to burden him with too much pressure.
“Mom, Dad, I’m home!” Carlisle called out as he pushed the door open.
“Hurry up and wash your hands for dinner. I’ll get you a serving.”
Hilda smiled and walked into the kitchen.