7. The Function of the Skill Bar

Nicole lay on her bed in the dormitory, unable to fall asleep. All three of her roommate had gone out to socialize at the boy's dormitories tonight.

She had made up an excuse, claiming that she was not feeling well and skipped out on the activity. In truth, she rarely participate in such activities. After all, her family background could not compare to the other three. Her family had practically gone bankrupt in order for her to study at a music academy, so she would only attend such events if she really could not avoid skipping out.

At this moment, she was thrilled that she had not gone out with them. Otherwise, she would have missed the reward from Tycoon Matchstick.

Recieving a one-time reward of 2.6 million was a situation that even famous streamer's rarely encountered, much less a small-time streamer like her.

Before she ended her live stream just now, several association had already contacted her. They offer to nurture her and help raise her rankings. They also offered to contact two famous streamer's for collaboration in order to entice this wealthy tycoon into offering more gifts. Judging by his wealth, there is a possibility that he might even offer gifts worth ten's of millions at the time.

The association were familiar with the tempers of wealthy tycoon. What did they care about the most? It was definitely their pride. They would never allow themselves to be embarrassed in front of their favourite streamer's. As long as one could grasp this weakness, then they could make these wealthy tycoon offer various gifts continuously.

Needless to say, the reason the association offered to raise her rank was to profit from the money pouring in from this wealthy tycoon. She would not get a dime in return and might even have to ask for a share from the tycoon himself.

However, Nicole rejected their offers. She did not wish to cheat Dalton out of his money with such methods. In the end, the other party threatened to hinder her streaming career.

She did not know whether she would regret her action in the future or whether Dalton had only acted on a whim. There was also the share of profits worth over one million that she received earlier. She had to think about how to use this money reasonably in order to improve the condition of her family at home. Therefore, she was destined to lose sleep tonight.

Meanwhile, Dalton Instagram account was extremely lively at this moment. What he posted about the night view of the riverside garnered hundreds of comments. The angle he took the picture was far to beauty that one could tell that he was above the 30th floor of the Rochdale Luxury Condo .

What kind of place was Rochdale Luxury Condo? It was the most expensive real estate in the entire Rochdale, with a starting price of 200,000 per square meter. Any random small appartment would be worth a minimum of 50,000,000. Hence, it was shocking to see that he had posted a picture taken from such a place.

Comment one: 'Dalton, where did you steal this picture? That's such a great angle!'

Comment two: 'Dal, are you working as a part time worker here? Can you introduce me to the job? I might get lucky and befriend the local tycoons living there!'

Comment three: 'Dal, have you been taken in by the wealthy lady living there? Are there any open spots available? I don't want to work hard anymore.'

There were all sorts of comments in the comment sections, but nobody ask whether he had bought a house there.

It was almost noon by the time he woke up the next day. After washing up, he walked to the window and looked out. He still felt as though he was living in a dream whenever he gazed at the riverside scenery.

"What should I do today? Oh, right! I planned to buy a car."

The , he suddenly realised something. I don't even know how to drive. What shall I do? Don't tell me I have to hire a driver.... Hiring a driver isn't fun as driving by myself. Besides, why should I hire a driver just to buy a sports car? Isn't that plain bullsh*t?

It would take at least a month, even if he signed up for classes at that moment. However, he felt he could not wait for more than a month.

All of a sudden, he remembered the skill that could be found in the Mega Trillionaire System. The skills in the skill bar could be freely added as he pleased. Hence, he pulled up the system interface.

There was an additional Trillionaire points. He had transferred 10 million into his TikTok account last night, which added up to more than 500 million under his name. That was why he had gained another Trillionaire point.

He tapped on the plus sign behind the skill bar and entered the word 'driving'. Immediately after that, the system began to load.

A few seconds later, he suddenly felt as though a lot of knowledge had appeared in hi mind. It was all related to driving car's. He understood which pedal was a brake, and which pedal was the throttle, which pedal was the clutch, and how to start the engine, how to engage the gears, how to turn, how to put the gear into reverse....

It felt as though he had driven a car himself.

Moreover, he had the knowledge of an F1 racer.

He couldn't help becoming excited. This system is to amazing! I wish there was a car in front of me so that I could try out all the new knowledge I gained!

After exiting The Rochdale, he came to the Golddenn hotel. As soon as he arrived at the entrance, Lydia come out to greet him. Mr. Liddle, your breakfast has been prepared. Please come with me."

He was pleased with her behaviour; she had a good sense of propriety. She had been affectionately addressing him as 'Dalton' on Facebook Messenger last night, but she address him as 'Mr. Liddle' today. Her ability to seperate her private life and work life was something that he highly approved.

After he finished his breakfast and walk out of the hotel, she deliberately approached him and whispered in his ear, "Dalton, don't forget about our promise."

The breath from her exhalation blew against his ear, making him feel ticklish. He cursed inwardly, evil withch!

Afterwards, he spent hundreds of thousands to change his outfit.

As the saying went, 'clothes made the man.' when he replaced his normal clothes with clothing from famous brands, he felt as though he was a brand-new person. Combined with the four Trillionaire points he spent to upgrade his physique last night, he seemed much more energetic than before. He looked completely different from yesterday, almost as though he was another person altogether.

His current appearance was the living example of a rich young man. If he had worn this clothes to buy a house yesterday, he would not have been left hanging in the lobby for so long.

After changing his outfit, he came to a specialized Mercedes-Benz store.

A Mercedes-Benz G-Class worth more than 3 million caught his eyes. Hence, he immediately paid for the car and drove away from the store.

Thanks for the change of clothes, he did not encountered another situation where the salesperson looked down on himand was eventually humiliated by the sight of him swiping his card.

Despite driving his newly-bought Mercedes-Benz G-Class, he did not feel the slightest sense of unfamiliarity. The system really is awesome.

Nevertheless, there was still a problem. He could drive, but he still did not own a driver licence.

How can I get my hands on driver licence? I don't think anybody I know has this ability. What about Lydia?

Dalton had the feeling that Lydia might be able to do something about his dilemma. After all, she was the duty Manager of an eight-star hotel. She was bound to know some powerful people. Hence, he drove the car directly to the entrance of the Golddenn hotel and gave her a call.

"Dalton, are you missing me so soon?" Lydia magnetic voice came from the other end of the call.

"Lydia, I need a favour." He got straight to the point.

"Go ahead and tell me what you need. I will not refuse as long as it is within my abilities."

"Can you come out and talk on person? I'm right in front of the hotel. There's a newly-bought Mercedes-Benz G-Class on the left that has not been registered yet."

"Alright. Give me a moment. I'll be right there."

Lydia ended the call and appeared outside Dalton's car within five minutes. As soon as she climbed into the passengers seat, she inquired about the situation. "What do you need my help with?"

I want to get a driver licence. So you have any connection? Money is not a problem." Dalton said directly.

A driver licence? Doubts sprouted in her heart. Why doesn't a super-rich young man like Dalton have a driver licence at his age? However she did not question the situation since the other party had not mentioned the reason.

"That's probably not difficult. When do you need it?" She ask.

"The sooner, the better."

"In that case, please give me your ID card. I'll take a photo of it."

"Okay."

He took out his identity card and handed it to her.

After taking the card from him, she use her phone to snap a picture, and send the picture to somebody else. Then she immediately mad a phone call.

"Hello! I sent you a picture of an identity card. Can you please ask you husband to help me get a driver licence? The sooner, the better. Yes. Okay. I got it! Thank you! Please thank your husband on my behalf too!"

She ended the call and turn to him. "You will receive the driver licence this afternoon at the earliest."

"Okay. Thank you, Lydia. How much do you need? I'll transfer it to you."

"Why are you talking about money? We are closed enough that you call me by my given name, so there's no need to be so polite with me."

"Okay then. Do you have time, Lydia? I would like you to accompany me somewhere." He stopped being so courteous.

"If you're asking me out, I'll be free even if I don't have time."

"In that case, please hang on tight. We'll be leaving now."

He started the car and drove away from the Golddenn Hotel.