Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal ( ADAPTATION )

Chapter 7 - The Prodigal\'s Exuberance

After hearing the verdict from Liam, the other contestants sighed in despair, blaming their parents for their inadequacy!

Looks didn’t matter? If a woman were not pretty, if a man were not fierce, there was no chance of becoming a lackey at all. Those who were not smart, whose reaction were too slow to please their master, had zero chance of becoming a lackey.

Liam happily claimed, “Hmm, not bad, good choice. Where’s the driver?”

Driver: “I’m here.”

Liam: “One, two, three… six, seven, eight, nine… six women and three men, give them a luxurious car each. The men will be drivers. The women, passengers. That will look good from outside.”

“…” The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I understand, I will arrange it immediately!”

The selected men and women were nervous but excited and worshiped Liam as though they were worshiping God.

The contestants who had not made it stomped their feet and exclaimed how unfair God was.

“Okay, you, come here!” Liam pointed at the prettiest among the lot, who looked about 22 or 23. “Pour your master and madam a drink.” He then pointed at Tzuyu and spoke to the others. “Do you see her? She will be your madam! Her words are my words! You should never go against her wishes, understand?”

The remaining eight lackeys nodded their heads and bowed. “Yes, Madam!”

Tzuyu stood in the corner, furious. “Who is your madam? Only this prodigal is capable of doing something like this. Don’t get me involved!”

The eight lackeys: “Thank you, Madam, for your advice!”

“I said I’m not your madam!” Tzuyu felt like she was on the verge of breaking down. She should not have come out with Liam today. It had been a terrible mistake. This couldn’t get any worse! To think she was an exceptionally bright and intelligent girl, but being with Liam was an utter disgrace to her intelligence.

Tzuyu was deeply worried that if she remained where she was, she would rot away.

Liam nonchalantly snapped his fingers, and a lackey came to his feet immediately. “What can I do for you, Master?”

Pleased with the lackey’s reaction, Liam threw his bank card at the lackey. “Go, find the managers and give them each 5,000 yuan. Settle tonight’s charges as well.”

One meeting was worth 5,000 yuan—that could be their private earnings. The eight lackeys were filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Master! May you have an eternity of blessings and longevity.”

It was as though they knew he had a weak constitution. The words of the lackeys made him very happy, and Liam laughed. “Good, good, make haste. Let’s go to the corner to sit down. Yes, how about the lights? The music? Let’s make it happen! That’s right, that singer—yes, you—why are you dreaming? Quick, start singing. I won’t forget to tip you.”

What did it mean to be nouveau riche? What did it mean to squander money like a prodigal? This was it!

To sleep to one’s content, to count money till one’s hands ached? So what? The best feeling in the world was squandering money without a care in the world!

Upon hearing how much this sucker had spent, the singer sang with all his might. Liam could not take it after just two verses. “Can’t you choose a better song? I can’t even swallow my water in this manner!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” The singer trembled in fear and anxiously sang another song, but the song was still not to Hong Dali’s liking. Before Liam could say anything, something came to his mind: Since I’ve tipped him, regardless of how dumb he is, he should know to sing a song he is good at. But he instead chose such a bad song, which the others seem to like. Does that mean songs like “Tears through the Metal Grill” are popular here? Dammit, I can’t live like this…!