When Carl took off his hat and held it in his hand, his glossy and slicked-back hair was revealed.
Every hair was in its rightful place, absolutely not out of line.
Carl, who used to think twice about spending five cents to fill his stomach, now spends three dollars on a hairstyle without hesitation.
Money decides everything.
He took off his coat and held it in his hand until the person standing by the door took his coat and hat from him. Only then did he say thank you and walked up to Lance.
"Mr. Lance?"
Lance pointed to the sofa next to him, motioning for him to sit down.
During this period, Carl hired two private tutors, one teaching him the social etiquette of the upper-middle class circles in the Federation.
Theoretical things are definitely much more complicated than practical ones, but he's very hardworking and has been striving to learn.
The other tutor teaches him some knowledge that's more common, covering all aspects, so he won't embarrass himself in public.
