While they were chatting enthusiastically, Uncle Thomas's gaze suddenly shifted and landed on him.

"George Miller, if you want to achieve something in the future, you must remember one thing. Listen more, observe more, think more, and the key is to talk less and do more." Uncle took off his cigar and gently tapped it in the ashtray. "You're only in high school now, and you'll go to college later, and only after that will you start working. Whether it's studying or working, remembering this will benefit you in every aspect."

"And also, spend more time with Samuel Harris and Fiona Reed. You are all siblings of the same generation, all around the same age. They've been playing some war chess game lately, wasting time all day. You should try to talk some sense into them."

Uncle had been in business for a long time, with extremely complex connections both in the underworld and legitimate circles. On the surface, he was just an ordinary businessman, but in reality, he had considerable hidden power, and even possessed his own gun license.

George Miller kept nodding in agreement with his head lowered. He knew very well that although Uncle appeared gentle on the outside, deep down he was a very stubborn and obstinate person, not allowing anyone to go against his arrangements, with a very strong will of his own.

The bearded man also smiled and said, "Is this your nephew? Young people these days really have it good. Back when we were kids, we never had such good living conditions."

"That's true, but when things are too good, people don't know how to cherish them." Uncle shook his head and smiled helplessly, then started chatting with the bearded man about business matters again.

George Miller stood to the side, listening to the two adults discuss business, while in his mind he was figuring out how to get that five thousand yuan. Usually, every time Uncle Thomas saw him, he would give him some pocket money, sometimes a few hundred, sometimes eighty or ninety, but it was still far from five thousand.

He didn't plan to ask Uncle for it either, since this was only the first time. In the future, there might be a second or third time. Maybe once would be okay, but if it happened multiple times, even if Uncle liked him, he wouldn't indulge him.

"So I still have to find a way myself..." George Miller thought of the martial arts school. "If I pass the assessment at Baiyun Martial Arts School, I'll get a bonus every month as a reward, usually two thousand yuan. That's some money. Also... there are a lot of scholarships at school, totaling a hundred thousand, but with my current level, there's no way I could get one, and there are only two months left until the end of the term. Unless I can get attribute point bonuses. Except for Chinese classics and history, my intelligence for the other subjects hasn't reached the minimum requirement. Only if I reach it can I memorize everything at once and understand it thoroughly. If my intelligence isn't high enough, I can only study step by step, slowly."

Suddenly, a thought flashed through George Miller's mind: "There's also the archery and fencing competitions! Grace Carter is going to participate in one of these, and if she wins, even third place gets a ten thousand yuan prize. How are George Miller's archery and fencing skills?"

As soon as this question flashed through his mind, he immediately saw the symbols for subject items at the bottom of his vision slowly change, switching to fencing, archery, and basic combat attributes.

Fencing: Beginner. Archery: Beginner. Basic Combat: Beginner.

"I wonder if I can add attribute points to these skills..." George Miller suddenly had an idea.

He tried focusing his attention on the first item, fencing, and the flow of energy in his mind suddenly surged, as if it was about to burst out.

"It actually works!!" He quickly stopped the energy flow, shifted his attention away, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

9 Change

He calmed himself down. Standing to the side, listening to the two of them talk, the sky gradually brightened, and it was close to noon.

It was getting late, and finally Uncle Thomas and the guest got up and walked to the door together, seeing the guest out.

"Uncle, I should head back too." George Miller took his scarf from the coat rack.

"So early? Stay for lunch before you go." Thomas Evans turned around. "You rarely come over, why not stay and hang out for a while? Samuel Harris will be back soon, shouldn't you brothers spend some time together?"

"Next time, Uncle. Grace Carter is still waiting for me at home." George Miller smiled. "I promised her I'd go back for lunch."

"You rascal... Alright then. Be careful on the road." Thomas Evans scolded him with a smile and ruffled George Miller's hair.

"Okay."

George Miller had just put on his shoes and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a warm roll of paper stuffed into his right palm. Looking down, he saw it was a roll of hundred-yuan bills. Turning back, he saw a faint smile on Uncle's face.

"Take it. I haven't seen you in a while. Just a little pocket money. Just focus on your studies at school."

"Got it, thank you, Uncle." George Miller smiled and nodded quickly. "I'll get going then."

"Alright, go ahead. Come visit me more when you have time."

"Will do."

Coming down the stairs, George Miller returned to the first-floor lobby. In the center of the lobby, among the sparse flow of people, a blond boy in a white bodysuit was standing next to a white angel statue. When he saw George Miller coming down, the boy raised his eyebrows.

"George Miller, come here." He waved at George Miller casually, holding a white ball in his other hand, bouncing it from time to time, while chatting with a black-haired girl beside him.