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Chapter 469 - 463. The Road to Riches in the Fugitive Career (Second Update)_1

Chapter 469: 463. The Road to Riches in the Fugitive Career (Second Update)_1

Just as Ren He started his new life as a waiter, the Federal Bureau of Investigation was also searching among the tourists to see if that little professor had mingled in with them. There was even an FBI professional agent aboard the Oasis of the Seas.

It was a coincidence that he had also infiltrated the crew, taking charge of the housekeeping department, which gave him more convenience to enter and exit guests’ rooms, ensuring that he would have the chance to screen every tourist.

In their minds, it was very likely that the other party sneaked aboard and blended into the crowd of tourists. However, they never imagined that Ren He would manage to find someone like Steve to assist him in the United States, and not under the guise of a tourist, but with the same identity as a crew member...

The Federal Bureau of Investigation had always been monitoring the coastline, but they never expected that Ren He would brazenly board the ship. If they knew the truth, Steve could forget about ever walking out of prison again in his lifetime!

While on the ship, Ren He even had the interest to learn mixology from the bartender, and he picked up the tricks as soon as he was shown. The bottles flew in his hands as he played with them, inventing many high-difficulty moves.

Steve was just sulking by the side, truly finding it unfair. On the same ship, both of them were waiters, yet he could barely earn 20 US Dollars in tips per day, while Ren He earned at least 300 US Dollars a day.

Where was the justice in that? Damn it, here was someone on the run managing to get rich quickly minute by minute, while if he himself had such ability, he wouldn’t need to steal art pieces!

Ren He also found it very interesting, the process of learning mixology was fun, and the process of collecting tips was enjoyable too. Even though he was already worth over ten billion, he wouldn’t bother picking up a 10-dollar bill if it fell on the ground.

But in this moment of being down and out without a penny to his name and unable to use bank cards, receiving a 10-dollar tip could make him happy for half a day.

It was like the early days when snatching red envelopes first became popular; even though there wasn’t much money, everyone scrambled for it with fervor...

In fact, the reason Ren He could earn such high tips wasn’t solely because of the bartending skills he had learned; even the original bartender didn’t earn as much in tips as he did.

It was because of his inherent +3 charm attributes that made many tourists feel an inexplicable sense of affection towards him.

Although Ren He was made-up, he hadn’t intentionally made himself look ugly, and many guests found the young waiter clean and refreshingly likable.

By the third day, some female passengers even came over specifically to chat with him, and would slip him notes with their room numbers on them, the implications of which were all too clear.

Every time Steve witnessed this, he felt like his lungs were about to explode with frustration. He had been coerced and brought onto the ship in misery, only to endure immense mental anguish every day – simply unbelievable!

The women slipping Ren He notes were not lacking in beauty, and among them was even a third-tier American celebrity!

Steve was also puzzled in his heart: could it be that there really are people in this world who naturally excel at everything they do?

On this ship, only he knew Ren He’s true identity. It was one thing for the other guy to be strong in the field of extreme sports, and to have a beautiful romance.

All these aside, that guy could actually paint, write songs, was a sharpshooter, and even a master of martial arts!

Man, truly, without comparison there is no harm.

Ren He now also had some spare cash in hand, while Steve managed to hang on to his own savings. But the moment Steve saw Ren He counting money cheerfully in the dorm, he felt uneasy: "I say... aren’t you a Knight? How come you act like you’ve never seen money before?"

"It’s the first time I’m making money off my good looks, and I think it’s quite nice," Ren He explained with a shy and reserved face.

Damn it! Steve turned over and went to sleep! He had already realized that Sir Knight had skin as thick as the corner of a city wall!

Lying there for half the day, Steve couldn’t fall asleep and couldn’t help but be sarcastic: "That little star invited you to her room, why didn’t you go? She’s been coming to see you mix drinks every day, even slipping you a hundred US Dollar tip. Aren’t you tempted? She’s very pretty, and although not as famous as your girlfriend, she’s got a hot body, peach hips that shake when she walks."

"What a joke," Ren He scorned: "I sell my skills, not my body, okay? Do you think I’m like you?"

God damn it, selling my skills, not my body... And how am I supposed to be like him? What the hell have I done?

When will we ever get to Jamaica... Steve wondered, crying inside.

The cruise ship had only just left New York three days ago and would only reach Miami tomorrow. As for when they would get to Jamaica, who knew? Steve always felt that on this journey alone, Ren He could probably make a fortune...

Do you even have the awareness of being a fugitive?!

The next day, when Ren He and his colleagues arrived at their poolside post for the early work shift, there were already girls coming over under the pretense of buying drinks to chat with Ren He.

Ren He was well aware of their intentions and couldn’t help but remark on how American girls indeed differed greatly in personality from those back home.

It wasn’t that they were as open or promiscuous as people back home made them out to be, but rather that they showed enthusiasm for a person they liked without pretending to be reserved.

However, the more Ren He rejected their friendly invitations, the more interested they seemed to become in him. Men were considered creatures that thought with their lower half; so how did it come to be that suddenly there was one who practiced abstinence...

Steve, next to him with a dark face wiping glasses, decided to block his ears and ignore Ren He’s casual chats with those girls. At that moment, the little star came to the bar in front of Ren He, greeted him with a brilliant smile.

She wore a bikini and draped a white towel over her body, not swimming, just sitting in front of the bar, deliberately showing off her beautiful figure for Ren He to see.

To be honest, Ren He was a young man with impulses too, and the fact that he was still able to maintain his loyalty to Yang Xi in such a situation was something he admired in his own willpower...

However, for Ren He, it may be fine to squander one’s youthful energy when feelings were not yet decided, but once in a relationship, what one should give more of is responsibility, not unrestrained desire.

Loyalty and trust were the cornerstones of a relationship, like a sort of spiritual contract: a mutual commitment, and from then on, both parties are unique in each other’s world.

Ren He missed Yang Xi. On this path of escape, he yearned for the girl who had ended his loneliness like never before; he wondered how she was doing now, whether she would think he was dead, whether she would cry for him.