This still isn’t enough. David Hamilton casually added, “Oh, by the way, one more thing: I’m sincerely recruiting a few followers—yes, the so-called lackeys. Young and pretty women preferred. I’m dumb but rich, so if you’re interested, come quickly! Monthly salary is ten thousand, tips not included, limited spots, first come first served!”

Recruiting lackeys! Dumb but rich! Ten thousand a month! Tips not included! Limited spots!

As soon as David Hamilton finished speaking, the scene instantly exploded. That’s a ten-thousand-yuan monthly salary! Work for a year and you could buy a big house. You know, even for pretty decent white-collar jobs these days, the monthly salary is only three to five thousand!

And that’s not all—tips are extra. With such a big spender, how could the tips be small?

In just a blink, no fewer than ten young and attractive women shrieked and rushed forward, nearly throwing themselves at David Hamilton’s legs: “Pick me, pick me! Please take me in, please keep me!” “Choose me, I can cook and warm the bed!” “Pick me, I’m sweet-voiced, soft-bodied, and easy to push over!”

At first, only the women were tempted, but soon men joined in, crowding around David Hamilton and shouting desperately: “Pick me, pick me! I can fight and kill, I can take on the nursing home in the south and kick the kindergarten in the north. I’d make a first-class lackey!”

Grace Carter watched from the side, utterly speechless. She covered her face and stomped her foot, saying, “This prodigal! He’s really embarrassing me today! My lifelong reputation—if anyone finds out, how will I ever show my face again?”

David Hamilton, looking smug, casually pointed at a few young women who looked pleasing enough: “You few, you’re my followers from now on!” Then he pointed at a few fierce-looking, burly men: “You guys will be my lackeys. If I tell you to go east, you can’t go west. If I tell you to catch a dog, you can’t chase a chicken. Any problems?”

The girls and young men snapped to attention: “Absolutely no problem!”

David Hamilton nodded in satisfaction. “From now on, just call me Young Master, heh heh.”

The lackeys shouted in unison, “We’ll follow all of Young Master’s instructions!”

Chapter 0007: A Prodigal Must Have the Bearing of a Prodigal

When David Hamilton finished picking his people, the rest who weren’t chosen immediately sighed and grumbled, blaming their parents for not giving them the right looks to be a lackey. Outrageous!

See, looks really do matter. If a woman isn’t pretty or a man isn’t fierce-looking, you don’t even get a shot at being a lackey. And if you’re not quick-witted, forget it. Just look at how fast and decisive these people changed their address—only that can make the boss happy, right?

At this moment, David Hamilton was very pleased. “Hmm, not bad, you’ve got good eyes. Driver, where’s the driver?”

Driver: “At your service.”

David Hamilton: “One, two, three… six, seven, eight, nine… six women, three men. Get three cars for them—good ones, the kind that’ll blind people when we go out! The men drive, the women sit in the back. That’s what I call style.”

“…” The driver wiped his sweat nervously. “Yes, sir, I’ll arrange it right away!” With that, he hurried out to make calls.

The six women and three men who were chosen felt their hearts pounding wildly, looking at David Hamilton as if devout believers worshipping a deity.

As for the others who weren’t chosen, they all beat their chests and stamped their feet, lamenting the unfairness of fate.

“All right, you, come here!” David Hamilton pointed at the prettiest girl among the nine lackeys, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, and said, “Pour a drink for your Young Master and Young Mistress.” Then, pointing at Grace Carter, he said to the rest, “See her? She’s your mistress from now on! Her words are my words! No objections allowed, got it?”

The remaining eight lackeys immediately bowed and nodded to Grace Carter: “Greetings, Mistress! Thank you for your hard work, Mistress!”

Grace Carter’s face flushed red with anger as she stomped her foot, saying, “Who’s your mistress? Only this prodigal could do something like this—don’t drag me into it!”

The eight lackeys: “Yes, we will heed Mistress’s teachings!”

“I said I’m not your mistress!” Grace Carter was on the verge of a breakdown. Coming out with David Hamilton to squander money today was truly the worst decision ever—so bad it couldn’t get any worse! She prided herself on being clever and quick-witted, but somehow, being around David Hamilton made her feel her IQ was plummeting.

Grace Carter was genuinely afraid that if she stayed any longer, she’d end up with dementia.

David Hamilton, however, didn’t care at all. With a snap of his fingers, a male lackey immediately came over, fawning: “Young Master, what are your orders?”

David Hamilton, pleased with his response, tossed him a bank card: “Go, find the manager and swipe the card. Each of you gets five thousand as an expense allowance, and while you’re at it, tally up tonight’s expenses.”

Getting five thousand as a meeting allowance right off the bat—that’s basically pocket money! The eight lackeys immediately expressed their gratitude: “Thank you, Young Master! May you live for thousands of years, enjoy immortal blessings, and have a life as long as the heavens!”