Of course, if possible, he wouldn’t mind establishing a relationship with Thomas Reed; after all, that was a regret from his youth.

Days passed by in such calm and uneventful fashion.

During this period, William Brooks was focused on two things. One was preparing a development plan report for Ma Family Pomelo. If he wanted government support, he had to present a feasible development plan.

This was not something William Brooks worried about, because in later years, Ma Family Pomelo wasn’t fully developed until 2017. With the benefit of hindsight, he naturally knew how to maximize its development and utilization.

Besides that, the second thing William Brooks was doing was studying diligently. He had forgotten too much of his previous life’s knowledge and needed to spend time reviewing.

Fortunately, after this rebirth, although he didn’t have any golden finger, William Brooks found his memory had improved a lot. After a week, he had managed to review about two-thirds of the knowledge he had previously forgotten.

At this rate, by the time of the college entrance exam, getting into a first-tier university shouldn’t be a problem.

As usual, after school, William Brooks headed to the parking lot, ready to ride his little electric scooter home. But when he arrived, he found someone already standing there.

“Why is she here?”

Seeing Mary Foster, William Brooks was a bit surprised. Ever since this young lady had declared that they were strangers from now on, he hadn’t seen her again.

Today, Mary Foster still sported her explosive hairstyle and a cool outfit. Seeing the surprise on William Brooks’s face, she snorted lightly.

“Are you free tonight? It’s not me who wants to see you, it’s my dad. He has something to discuss with you.”

Actually, Mary Foster was quite reluctant to see William Brooks, because ever since she was little, she had always been the center of attention, and no boy had ever dared lose his temper with her—William Brooks was the first.

“See your dad?”

William Brooks’s expression turned a bit odd. The current richest man in the county wanted to see him? How would someone as insignificant as himself even be on his radar?

Thinking of this, William Brooks fixed his gaze on Mary Foster. Mary Foster didn’t dare meet his eyes, her gaze flickering slightly, but she still explained the reason.

“Didn’t you tell me last time to persuade my dad not to play the stock market? I mentioned it to him when I got home. Yesterday, he asked me why I would say that, so I casually brought you up.”

Looking up at the sky, William Brooks finally understood the reason. So he’d been sold out by this young lady. Someone smart enough to become the richest man in the county would definitely be suspicious.

“If you don’t want to go, it’s fine. My dad won’t make things difficult for you.”

Mary Foster could see William Brooks was a bit hesitant and said coldly, though her expression seemed to show a hint of dissatisfaction even she hadn’t noticed.

“I’ll go. Since your dad wants to see me, I’ll meet him.”

William Brooks pondered for a moment and finally agreed. The reason was simple: Mary Foster’s father was the richest man in the county, with extraordinary connections. He couldn’t afford to offend someone like that right now.

And of course, there was another reason: the other party was rich, and he currently needed a lot of money.

Thinking of this, William Brooks glanced at Mary Foster. This young lady had already given him over three hundred thousand yuan—who knew how much more he could coax out of her father?

“What are you looking at?” Feeling uncomfortable under William Brooks’s gaze, Mary Foster snapped, because she felt his look was up to no good.

“Nothing. I just think, if you straightened your hair, you’d probably look even better.”

Chapter 10: I Have a Money-Making Project

Mary Foster’s home was right in the center of the county, so she usually took a rickshaw home from the school gate. For a rich girl like her, a one or two yuan rickshaw fare was nothing.

But since William Brooks was riding an electric scooter, this time Mary Foster didn’t take a rickshaw and instead rode back with William Brooks.

The scooter stopped in front of a three-story Western-style house in the center of the county. All the houses in this neighborhood were like this, each with its own yard—a bit like a prototype of the villa districts of later years.

William Brooks was naturally familiar with this neighborhood. It was currently the most upscale area in the county, and anyone living here was a person of considerable status.

“I don’t know why you’re dawdling. No one would even look at your crappy scooter here.”

Seeing William Brooks stop and carefully take out a lock to secure his scooter, Mary Foster rolled her eyes dramatically.

“It’s not the same. What if it gets stolen?”

William Brooks was unmoved. An electric scooter cost over three thousand yuan at this time, which was about a month’s salary for an average person, so he had to be careful.

After locking the scooter, he followed Mary Foster through the gate, and was immediately greeted by an extremely luxurious hall.

Huge blue-and-white porcelain vases, cabinets filled with famous liquors, rosewood furniture, and a middle-aged, pot-bellied man sitting on the sofa making tea.

Without even thinking, William Brooks knew this must be Mary Foster’s father, Charles Foster.

As William Brooks sized up Charles Foster, Charles Foster was also sizing up William Brooks, and found that this young man’s demeanor was a bit unexpected.