The matter of people fighting online for food, didn’t just happen once, but severally.
Suddenly, everyone wanted to know where these ingredients that could make the masses go crazy, ca from?
News outlets began reporting the strangeness. And soon, a single na flooded the tabloids – Gort.
Who was he, and how did he artificially grow such splendid ingredients?
Then, this company was pulled out, and many people almost fainted in disbelief when seeing how fast he made millions.
There were all sorts of news on the TV, radio stations and even newspapers
—The future is truly for the young!
—Young genius no older than 15, starts a ga company that makes billions in weeks!
—The hope of Gwintia Country: We Too Have Geniuses that Stay Back!
—Drop out turns down invitations from the Big 3, choosing to settle down in Gwintia Country.
—Gort, who is he really?
—People claim to have miraculously healed after eating Food.
—Miracle Food or Poison? Doctor nser decides!
—Coma patients show signs of awakening after eating food. Will this be the future of dicine?
...
Such tabloids flooded the Internet and the world all of a sudden. And those most left in shambles, were those who actually knew him.
The children of those in Geldhan village who didn’t believe their parents earlier, were now calling back like crazy.
"Mom, so you didn’t lie last ti? The Company Gort started is really making mill– no, billions?"
"What? Dad, you only bought 1 share? What the hell were you thinking? Why didn’t you buy more? Yes, I know I told you not to, but since when have you ever listened to , so why did you start now?"
"What? Grandpa, our family actually has a share? Great! Good... good... but wait, didn’t you say we had 3 earlier?... What? You pulled 2 shares out because of the Wen family? Bah— those bastards! Why did you listen to them? Aiysh~... my chest, it hurts."
"Rich, rich! So we’re rich and you allowed to continue working out here when I can just co back and work for the company? Yes, yes .. you told to return back then. But how was I to know that you were actually making sense?"
[Parents/Grandparents in the village] : ’ —’
... Is it too late to return these bastards to the womb?
After all this ti, it’s now that they believe them. Only a few had their children believe them from the start. Those few had long returned to the village, integrating with new job positions allocated to them.
The pay was far higher than what they earned in the County, the food was incredible, and they were right at ho, no longer having to worry about being picked out from their apartnts from late rent paynts and so on.
They had good food, friends and neighbors they grew up with around them, a new exciting and fulfilling job, and most importantly, a high fat paycheck!
No wonder these villagers were unwilling to see Gort walk under the sun or have him stress his body in any way. So long as they keep seeing this money, they would even be willing to carry him on a throne so his feet never touch the ground.
Wasn’t it the other day when they all woke up to see money in their bank accounts?
Hey .. seeing was always better than believing. Only when the paycheck money hit their accounts that they smiled like fools. Those without bank accounts received cheques and headed straight to the country to open new accounts and deposit the cheques into.
With money in their bank accounts, they felt relaxed, no longer missing hair follicles over daily expenses.
Such is life.
One always says that if they get so-and-so amounts, they will do this and do that. But when you actually get it, you suddenly beco a little confused on what to do next, but also very calm.
Of course, this was just money from their paychecks. The big one was still underway—the one everyone in the village was looking forward to.
Money! Money! Money!
People called their children to return fast from the city, to witness and participate in the eting.
At the sa ti, Larkh’s family and several others, including their students and other lab workers, also arrived.
Thus, the village beca bubbly and lively these days.
Larkh laughed and almost rolled to the floor after seeing how the villagers treated Gort. "What’s next, your Majesty? Soone feeding you grapes on a—"
" Brother Gort, why don’t you taste these grapes I bought for you?"
[Larkh who was interrupted]: Daughter, why must you co in now? And you bastard, how dare you make my baby feed you? What’s wrong with your hands?
Larkh suddenly felt like soone was strong, his well cultivated plum from his farmland. Gort maintained an innocent grin, opening his mouth and making Thulu feed him.
Happy!
His future wife was the most caring.
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