So, his words were essentially telling Layla that he was now earning thirty thousand a month.
And Layla understood men’s bragging tactics very well because men who pursued her often did these things. After seeing it so many times, she had become numb to it. At this moment, she even wanted to retort: “You earn thirty thousand a month; why should I care? Moreover, do you know that Mr. Jacob, sitting next to you, spent over thirty thousand just on buying classes and membership cards yesterday and then spent over fifty thousand on a bag? His car is worth over a million.”
Earning thirty thousand a month is indeed more than an ordinary worker, but what’s there to brag about in front of a rich guy like Mr. Jacob?
“Where is Mr. Jacob making his fortune?”
Seeing that Layla didn’t respond, Ryan tactfully changed the subject and started chatting with Jacob.
In his view, there were two ways to elevate one’s status: one was to elevate oneself, and the other was to use others to elevate oneself.
He had already tried the first method, but the effect was not very obvious.
So, he planned to try the second method, using the contrast to elevate his own status.
Having worked in the restaurant industry for over a decade and seen countless people, Jacob could see through this young man’s thoughts at a glance.
Young people always like to show off in front of the girl they like; it’s understandable.
So Jacob cooperatively said, “Currently unemployed at home.”
“Uh…”
Ryan was slightly taken aback, not expecting to encounter a soft target.
At this age, he was still unemployed; no wonder he was so stingy when treating beautiful women!
“What did Mr. Jacob do before?”
Ryan was still quite steady, wanting to probe into Jacob’s background. What if the guy had a really impressive job before and was just taking a break now?
“Delivering takeout,” Jacob replied honestly.
“Oh, that sounds tough,” Ryan remarked, a sense of superiority rising within him, his chest puffing up by two centimeters.
He couldn’t compare himself to successful people, but when it came to a takeout delivery guy, he undoubtedly had the upper hand.
Listening to their conversation, Josie couldn’t help but silently mock: Here we go again, he’s at it again!
This rich person’s twisted hobby of pretending to be poor!! When asked if he has a house, he says no! When asked if he has a car, he says it’s a Mercedes-Benz!! And yet, he casually spends over eighty thousand in a day, driving a Mercedes-Benz GLS-Class worth over a million! And he delivers takeout?
I can’t believe you! This old baby is so cunning!!
Josie ranted in her mind for a while, then looked at Ryan with some sympathy, wondering how he would feel when he learned the truth.
“Mr. Jacob, I heard that delivering takeout can be quite profitable. Some people can earn twenty thousand a month,” Ryan said again.
“That kind of income is extremely rare. You have to work at least twelve hours a day without a day off to even have a chance,” Jacob explained.
Having delivered takeout for a few months, he understood the real income of delivery workers. In a provincial capital like Coastville, there were indeed delivery guys earning over twenty thousand a month, but that was truly a life-or-death grind.
His highest monthly income was eleven thousand, which was considered quite good among delivery workers.
Actually, Jacob’s previous career plan was to deliver takeout for a while to save up a few tens of thousands as startup capital, then rent a small shop in a remote area to continue in the food business, starting with snacks or perhaps a food truck.
But the arrival of the system meant he no longer needed to struggle like that.
“I thought delivering takeout could really earn that much, almost catching up to me,” Ryan seized the opportunity to show off.
Jacob smiled: “That can’t compare to you, Brother Ryan!”
“Can’t say that. Actually, we fitness trainers also earn our money through hard work!” Ryan humbly replied, then used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of tripe for Jacob, quite pleased with this supportive role: “Mr. Jacob, try this, it’s really good.”
“Thanks, I can manage on my own,” Jacob said, feeling quite satisfied with this little brother, appreciating his manners.
“By the way, Layla, can I eat?”
Jacob now completely regarded Layla as his nutrition consultant, asking her before eating anything.
“A little is fine,” Layla replied.
Jacob nodded, immediately dipped the tripe Ryan had picked for him into the sauce, then slowly savored it.
For someone on a diet, today’s meal was a bit indulgent. After finishing, Jacob couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, thinking he needed to work hard to burn off what he had eaten today.
