Would Enid also... *Hiss—* Victor took a sharp breath in his mind.
That would be an impressively sized army of little wolf cubs!
Formula! Teething sticks! Dog... er, wolf dens! And the massive expenses for future schooling, getting into trouble, and possibly needing to buy guns for self-defense!
His expression became extremely serious, his brain working at lightning speed as he began a tense and intense financial audit and future planning session.
While the profits from the arms business were considerable, faced with a potential reinforced company of wolf cubs, the existing scale of the industrial chain was clearly far from enough.
Perhaps he should expand into new businesses? Monopolize the chocolate supply at Nevermore? Or develop explosive candy specifically for cubs?
His eyes gradually glazed over, filled with "worries" for the future and a craving for money.
Enid noticed that Victor was staring intently at her stomach with an extremely complex, focused, and somewhat worried look, as if there were already a bomb about to trigger a financial crisis inside.
"Victor!" she screamed, suddenly covering her abdomen with her hands, a mix of shame and anger. "What... what kind of messy things are you thinking about in your head!"
"How much formula money I need to earn to raise a litter of wolf cubs so they don't go hungry."
Victor was completely immersed in his mind palace and blurted it out subconsciously.
The air instantly froze.
Enid petrified.
Ms. Qiong raised an eyebrow.
Mr. Eli let out an ambiguous soft snort from his nose.
"Uh... that... what I mean is..."
Victor finally snapped back to reality. Seeing Enid's face, which looked like it was about to bleed, and her eyes that were practically spitting fire, cold sweat immediately broke out as he tried to fix it.
"I mean... future... long-term planning... uh... sustainable development..."
Ms. Qiong suddenly pulled Victor over, her arm strong and powerful, her face wearing an appreciative "I get you" expression:
"Oh! Good boy! Such thorough consideration! Planning for a rainy day is a sign of a responsible man! Tell me, how much do you have in savings now? Is it enough for a down payment... oh no, is it enough for the initial investment?"
"Uh, in the last few months... maybe... about a hundred thousand dollars?"
Victor cautiously reported a number, his mind rapidly calculating the average cost of raising a wolf cub.
"But it might... not be quite enough..." His tone was full of sincere worry.
A hundred thousand?! Dollars?!
The entire Sinclair family experienced a collective pupil earthquake.
"What kind of business are you doing that makes so much money?!"
Mr. Eli finally couldn't help but speak, his steady voice carrying a hint of unbelievable shock.
"Arms—"
Victor's truth-telling skill automatically triggered again.
"IT'S HANDICRAFTS!!!"
With lightning speed, Enid lunged forward and firmly covered Victor's mouth, her strength so great she almost choked him out.
She squeezed out an incredibly stiff, sweat-beaded smile toward her parents.
"Ahaha... Victor is very skilled with his hands! He makes... uh... handmade necklaces! Yes! Purely handmade! They're very popular! Demand exceeds supply! Hehehe..."
Ms. Qiong cast a meaningful look at her daughter's bright red face and Victor's face, which was turning pale from being smothered. She leaned into Enid's ear and whispered in a volume she thought was low but was actually audible to everyone present:
"Listen to your mother, make your move quickly! A man who looks good, has a... well... unique mind, and can make money is a scarce resource! Don't lose out by being late; you have to tie him to the house if you must! Don't wait until some other girl steals him away, or you'll have nowhere to go to cry!"
Enid cast a resentful glance at Victor, who had just escaped her "clutches" and was gasping for air. Her heart was crying a river.
What could she say? That her daughter was already late, and was currently sharing this "scarce resource" with a "little gothic girl," and even had to sign a damn "peaceful coexistence" agreement?
Just then, Karl, who had been hugging Victor's leg, looked up and delivered a fatal blow in his milky voice.
"Is Big Brother going to marry Big Sister Enid and have babies? Then will you be able to play frisbee with me every day?"
He blinked his innocent big eyes and continued to drop bombs.
"If you don't like my sister, that's okay too! I have many good friends, and they all have very pretty sisters! I can introduce them to you! As long as you play with me every day, Big Brother!"
Enid: "!!!"
Her small fists instantly clenched!
This little traitor! Biting the hand that feeds him! Undermining her right in front of her face?! And even introducing other "pretty sisters"?!
Fearing her mother would ask more devastating questions, and to prevent her brother from continuing to sell out to her "love rivals," Enid made a snap decision. She shoved Victor away and pointed to an old vending machine in the corner of the square, speaking at high speed:
"Victor! I... I'm thirsty! I want milk tea! The kind without tea and without milk! At that vending machine! Go buy it for me, quick!"
"Huh? Oh..."
Victor's brain was still processing "formula money," "arms," "pretty sisters," and "milk tea without tea or milk"—information that was on completely different wavelengths. He was in a state of total confusion.
He nodded blankly, like a robot that had received a command, turned around, and wabbled toward that lonely vending machine.
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