William Foster headed straight for those containers. To deal with the lead seals, William Foster used forceful methods. After opening more than a dozen containers, he began to check them one by one.

In these containers, one box was full of underwear, which greatly disappointed William Foster. Then he looked further—inside the second box were actually tools. Seeing the customs seal, it was probably meant for export to some underdeveloped country.

……

Snacks, drinks, water bottles, watches, large bandages...

“So many things! They’re all mine!”

William Foster was like a busy worker bee, carrying out quite a few things from the warehouse in several trips.

“Xiaobai!”

Seeing Little White running in, lifting her skirt as she dashed, William Foster felt he had become decadent—he was actually ordering the maid around so smoothly.

Little White stared wide-eyed at the piled-up items, her mouth agape. “Young master, where did all these things come from?”

William Foster sat in a chair, took a sip of tea, and pretended to be nonchalant as he said, “Just some overseas goods. Tell the steward to pick a few to sell, and use the money to prepare a dowry for Miss Zhang.”

Little White picked up a plastic comb, playing with it fondly. Hearing this, she ran out happily.

When Jason Foster came running in, panting, William Foster said with a look of disdain, “Steward, take a look and pick a few things to sell. And while you’re at it, prepare a dowry for Miss Zhang.”

William Foster was indeed a bit dismissive. The things piled up on the table were just stainless steel thermos cups and makeup boxes. In that world, these were the most ordinary goods.

But what William Foster didn’t care for made Jason Foster’s eyes go wide. He picked up a makeup box and tried several times to open it. Only when William Foster reminded him to press the switch did he finally see what was inside.

“Ah! What’s this?”

When Jason Foster saw an old man appear in the mirror, his hand shook and he almost dropped the makeup box.

“Young master, is this... is this a mirror? How is it so clear? Which craftsman made it?” After getting over his initial shock, Jason Foster started to wonder how much this thing could be worth.

“Craftsman?” William Foster remembered that they still used bronze mirrors here, and he also realized how valuable this thing would be.

The old and the young, the two of them exchanged glances, leaving Little White, who was admiring herself with a makeup box, to the side as they walked outside.

Outside the master bedroom was a small courtyard with a few trees planted. The ground was paved with stone slabs, and William Foster was a bit worried about slipping when it rained.

Jason Foster sneaked over and said, “Young master, this thing can reflect every detail—it’s a real treasure!”

William Foster pointed at the open makeup box and said, “There are two more layers below. You can store quite a few women’s items in there.”

Once Jason Foster figured it out, he slapped his thigh in delight. “Young master, this thing is so precious! I’ll sell them one by one and say they were brought back from overseas by your friend.”

Well! William Foster looked over his chief steward, thinking this guy actually understood the principle of limited supply—what a talent!

“All the stuff is yours. Do as you see fit, but make sure to get Miss Zhang’s dowry ready!”

The big landlord William Foster waved his hand, walked with an official’s gait, and swaggered outside.

But just as William Foster stepped out of the courtyard, a hurried voice came, along with stumbling footsteps.

“Brother Dehua, Brother Dehua, I’ve come to see you!”

What the—! William Foster stood there, completely confused, as a chubby, medium-built man ran in.

This man wore a light blue long robe, his “luxurious hair” tied up with a pink ribbon in a rather flamboyant style, giving him a bit of a cultured look. But his face was a bit fat and shiny with oil.

And as soon as he spoke, any sense of refinement vanished.

“Brother Dehua, don’t you recognize me? I’m Ethan Brooks! We used to be called the Two Tigers of Beiping, as close as brothers...”

As the man spoke, all his facial features squeezed together, and he kept waggling his eyebrows in a sleazy way.

“Who’s Dehua?” William Foster was utterly frustrated. Did he already have a courtesy name? And such a tacky one at that.

Fang Dehua? Why not just call me Andy Lau!

“Young Brooks, my young master has only just woken up and doesn’t remember much from before. Please forgive him.”

Upon hearing Ethan Brooks’s voice, Jason Foster, with agility that belied his age, quickly teamed up with Little White to stash all the items under the big bed, then strolled over to explain the young master’s situation.

“Really?” Ethan Brooks looked at William Foster in utter grief.

“Really.” William Foster pointed at his own head and gave a wry smile. “I only woke up a few days ago and have forgotten everything from before. Luckily, I still have loyal old servants by my side, or I’d have gone to see my father by now.”

As he spoke, William Foster gestured to Jason Foster, who cooperatively put on the look of a devoted servant.

Ethan Brooks’s chubby face trembled, squeezing out a look of sorrow, then said, “Brother Dehua, don’t worry. With me here, I guarantee you’ll remember the glory days we shared!”

Glory days, my ass!