Adrian Hawthorne then took out a radio. "These radios go for fifty-one apiece. You guys can sell them too. I'll give you a six-yuan commission for each one."
He tuned the radio to a station and played a segment of Vessarian opera. Winston Lowell and the other two listened, utterly captivated. They grew even more excited, and their admiration for Adrian Hawthorne flowed stronger than the mightiest river.
They also felt a little ashamed. 'We're several years older than Adrian Hawthorne, yet we're as useless as they come, completely clueless about everything. But thankfully, our luck is good. We've run into a God of Wealth like Adrian Hawthorne! We'll definitely make a fortune in the future. We'll live the good life—in a western-style house, driving a fancy car, eating bread, and drinking milk!'
