7 Customers
I watched Kevin carefully from the bar counter as he one by one tried to convince the drunk fellas to take a good taste of my products.
And fortunately after a few minutes of sweet talking the people inside the bar, we were able to gain three customers.
Three!
F*cking...
CUSTOMERS!
My first customers!
I'm so proud of myself I could cry.
I then observed Kevin as he slowly make his way towards me, this was already his 5th time going back and forth from me and the people inside the club.
"Guys are too hammered to walk, I recommend you must go to them instead." Kevin explained.
Nodding my head, me and Kevin started to make our way towards my first customers.
These three customers are actually a single group of people, so I did not have to go through asking them one by one.
Once I arrived, I finally got a good look at their appearance, the first one, a young man that looks like is on his early teenage years, complete with a beanie, oversized gray hoodie and blue jeans, the second one, a young man also on his early teenage years, he had a green sweater and black cargo pants on him, and the last one, a man on his early twenties, he had a black leather jacket and brown jeans on him, and all of them are smashed to the one.
Hell, one of them is even mumbling nonsense about him meeting God or something.
Sitting on the chair besides the guy in beanie, the three men all looked up and stared at me and Kevin sluggishly.
"You got...*cough*....the...s-stuff?" the guy with the leather jacket asked us, his eyes darting around frantically.
I looked behind me, when I saw there was no one watching us, I then turned my head back at what's in front of me.
The man with the leather jacket tilted his head at me.
Sighing, I placed a pack of cracks on the table, which is a total of a single gram.
The three of the men slowly eyed the product in front of them, and after a few minutes, they bursts out chuckling.
"Hmm" the guy with the green sweater slowly reached his hand out to grab the pack but Kevin immediately stopped him by grabbing his hand in the air.
"Money down first" Kevin said.
I nod my head, slowly pulling the pack of crack away from them.
The one with the beanie clicked his tongue, scratched his head, then looked at me.
"how much?" he asked.
How much eh?
I'm going to take advantage of the small 190 dollars investment I had on these shit.
Hmm let's see.
30?.... nah
40?.... nah
60?..... nah
75?.... nah... still too small.
80?.... hmmm
Alright, I've finally made up my decision.
"80 dollars each pack." I said.
He thinks for a moment, before finally answering.
"Five... p-packs" he said as he handed a few bills on the table.
I took the money then counted it.
200... 350.. 400
Holy f*cking shit! everything's all been worth it!
I now had twice the money I had before, not only that, I still had two dozen and a few packs left with me now, if I could sell everything, I could become a f*cking walking bank!
So.... I only had 33 packs left with me now.
"Pleasure doing business with you." I smiled as I extended my hand.
"W-We... *cough*... might need some... in the...f-future." he shook my hand.
"You know who to talk to." I said, before leaving them alone in their fun.
I noticed Kevin staring intently at the bill as I slowly pocketed it.
"F*ck off, you'll get yours sooner or later, don't worry." I pat him on the shoulder.
"Alright" he lowered his head down.
At this, I stopped and turned to look at him.
"Huh?" he said in confusion at my behavior.
Reaching out to my pocket, I grabbed a 50 dollar bill and quickly stuffed it into his empty hands.
"What the...?"
"Man you look so miserable, just keep the money."
"Hey, I still had a dozen with me, you know."
"Shut up and keep it." I began walking towards the bar counter.
Arriving, I sat on one of the stools and ordered a drink.
Not long after, Kevin has catch up with me and sat on the stool besides me.
He had a very happy expression on his face now.
If I found out you're going to use the money I just gave you into gamblings, I'm going to beat your sorry ass.
At that, the bartender had just placed a glass of beer in front of me to which I took it and took a little sip of it, before putting it down on the counter.
Glancing at Kevin, I can also see he had a drink of his own too.
At that, a thought suddenly came into my mind.
Reaching out for my phone, I dialed Andrew's number.
After a few seconds of ringing, an audible click could be heard through the phone.
"Albert my friend, how's your day?" Andrew greeted me through the phone.
"Fine, you?"
"Aside from dealing a few contracts with various clients, everything's fine." he chirpily said.
"Good, actually I need you to do something for me." I suddenly went straight to the point.
"Hoh~ what is it then?"
"I've already started selling the shit I got from T-Rock, and you know what? we can't convince all of the people here, so I want you to bring us some more eager customers." I explained.
"Hmm, I can do that"
"Really?"
"Yeah, just make sure you had the money in you."
"No problem" I said.
"Alright, see you." Andrew immediately ended the call.
Pocketing the phone, I looked towards Kevin who was in turn looking back at me.
"Andrew?" Kevin asked.
I nod my head as I took another sip from the glass of beer in front of me.
So... what am I supposed to do from now on?
It's only a matter of time before sister noticed I've been getting a lot of money lately, I should just probably lie and tell her it came from my part-time job.
Mother's not going to be happy at me.
But oh well, it's my life, I'm going to be the one to choose when to be comfortable or not.
Since I'm doing this for the family, it should be understandable and okay.
At that, I suddenly remembered something.
Tomorrow's school again, as much as I want to drop out and continue my new life, I can't just waste my mother's effort of getting me inside school, I have to at least finish high school and college before working.
Well it's not like I can't continue my work while in school.
I just had to run my operations in the school, though there's too much risk, it's worth the shot.
That was when an idea suddenly clicked inside my head.
To keep snitches from telling on me, I just had to run and rule the school.
Rule using bribery, intimidation, and threats.
If the latter won't work, then I'll just have to give them a taste of my fist.
But...
Everyone thought I'm still the old Albert, the nerdy, lame, stupid, and cowardly Albert.
Well, it's such a shame that the old Albert is already dead, I just had to gain their respect again.
But there's still a problem, and that problem is none other than those bastards Jamie and his gang.
They've been picking on everyone every single day, and the last time some girl told her parents and the teachers their behavior and what they have been doing everywhere, f*ckers raped the girl in her own house when her parents aren't yet home.
Everyone in the school knew what happened but still decided to keep quiet about it, fearing the same thing also happening to them.
Can you believe that???
Those as*holes really pissed me off.
And as for now, ruling the whole school is out of the question, unfortunately.
I must slowly gather and build strength, and once I already had the power, I'll slowly dispose those punks and show the school who's the new boss.
I smiled at the various thoughts on how to make my bullies suffer after all of this.
Should I let Kevin rape Peter's mom in front of him? or... or we could burn Robert's house with his family still inside as we beat him up, or Torture all of them as we cut their fingers one by one?
I sighed at the thoughts whilst I took another sip from my glass.
In order to make things right, I'm going to become the thing I hate the most... so I can protect my family,
I'm never... ever going to let what happened to my sister happen to her again.
"You want?" I was suddenly brought back to reality by Kevin's words.
Turning to him, I can see him extending a cigarette towards me.
"Sure" I accepted it, lit it using Kevin's lighter, and took a puff.
Gonna be a f*cking long journey...
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CHAPTER DONE!
