"Good evening, sir, you look like a Sydneyan." Jack handed his notebook to his assistant and then took the ID handed over by another gentleman: "Mr. Hill Clinton, good evening, what brings you here?"
"Collecting rent. You know, I have over a dozen properties, and I have to take a few days each month to collect the rent. Otherwise, I'd die of boredom." Mr. Hill was well-dressed, a respectable gentleman. The record stated he owned sixteen properties for rent, he had two farms in hand, and he had just put a large sum of money into Prince Malin's Rongma southern new farm development project; one could say he was a very wealthy gentleman.
His mention of dying of boredom made Jack's heart weep silently—everyone was about the same young age, so why was there such an enormous disparity? He was working every day, 007 style, while this gentleman came to collect rent to avoid dying of boredom.