Chapter 311: Ross Opens a New World - I am an Urban Legend! Detective Chuck, Who is He?
"Are you insulting me?!?"
Ross glared at Chuck, his face ashen.
"Am I insulting you?"
Chuck looked at him calmly.
"...It's you!"
Ross paused, but still angrily said, "You know I'm Jewish, and you know pork is unclean for us, yet you compare me to livestock, isn't that an insult?!"
"Okay."
Chuck nodded honestly. "You're right."
"..."
Ross was furious that Chuck was openly insulting him, his face red and his neck thick, but facing the calm Chuck, that was it.
Not to mention he didn't have the courage to confront Chuck, he also needed Chuck's protection to save his life.
So he could only keep glancing at his sister Monica, hoping she would come to his rescue.
But obviously, the $400 thank-you fee was too embarrassing for Monica, so she pretended not to see his glare.
After struggling for a while, his face flushed and neck red, completely unable to back down, he suddenly blurted out,
"Chuck, you can insult me, but don't insult yourself. If I'm equivalent to... $165.70, then what is Monica? And what are you?"
"Wow! A sharp retort!"
Chandler teased.
Ross laughed immediately.
Anyway, he and Monica were siblings, and Monica was Chuck's girlfriend. They were blood relatives, so if anyone wanted to insult someone, they would insult them together. Who was afraid of who!
"In The Godfather, besides the Don and the main players, there are different family members with different roles,"
Chuck said calmly. "There's a classic saying: 'Blood is thicker than water, but business is business.'
There's also a saying: 'The difference between people is sometimes greater than the difference between people and animals.'
So, if people with huge differences can become siblings, then people and lesser beings can naturally become family too.
If you find this surprising, you can consult Little Sheldon about this.
Trust me, he will explain it to you in detail."
"Chuck,"
Monica couldn't help but tug at Chuck's clothes.
"This is hilarious! Looks like I've got a new joke for my show."
Chandler chuckled, trying to smooth things over.
"Don't bring this up on the show!"
Ross and Monica shouted in unison.
"That's the joke!"
Chandler shrugged and laughed. "Who do you think I am? Even if I said this on the show, it wouldn't get aired. And if it did, there would be a massive boycott and a ban. I'm not stupid.
This is mockery, don't you understand?"
Seeing Ross's dark expression and silence, he teased, "Actually, speaking of which, I think you don't need to worry. You're going to donate money to your rabbi anyway, right?
Donate more, let him help you smooth things over. With your community's unity and economic influence, no one will dare touch you.
After all, in many urban legends, you're the real players behind the scenes, aren't you?"
Ross's eyes lit up instantly.
A rabbi is a special leader within the Jewish community, a symbol of teachers and wise men, who study various Jewish scriptures and serve as the spiritual leader of Jewish communities or synagogues.
Jews have a tradition of donating to the synagogue.
Organizations with religious ties and economic foundations like these do indeed wield considerable influence, especially in the United States.
You can offend everything in the name of righteousness, but once you offend the embodiment of money, no matter how many buffs you have or how righteous you are, you have to step aside and face the storm.
Chandler's sarcasm directly exposed Ross's limitations.
After all, he used to be just an ordinary Jew, unable to access the glamour of the upper class.
Now, with $2.04 billion in his hands, he has every right to dream of the joys of being a behind-the-scenes power player.
Who cares about Detective Chuck anymore?
I gave you the opportunity to be my connection, and not only did you refuse, you even mocked and humiliated me!
Now Ross has begun to look down on Chuck.
I am the king of the world!
"Alright, I'll take the check."
Jack waved the $400 dinosaur check in his hand, a half-smile on his face. "After all, we're friends, helping each other out is only natural.
Consider the $400 as gas money, but next time it's your bodyguard, remember not to do this.
Otherwise, don't give him anything at all—it'll be a huge favor.
Or give him more, otherwise it's easy for people to misunderstand, to feel a strong sense of loss, and then something unspeakable might happen..."
Seeing the worry in Ross's eyes, he quickly added, "I meant your future bodyguard, not myself! Of course I'm not that kind of person! Hahaha!"
That night, Ross contacted the rabbi who had watched him grow up.
The next day.
Jack drove his sports car, bought with all his savings, to work, where he ran into his bickering rival, Detective Amy Santiago.
"Where did you skip work yesterday?"
Detective Amy Santiago had a bet with him and was always watching his movements.
"Had to make some money,"
Jack grumbled. "Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to afford this car."
"You've finally decided to go into the escort business,"
Detective Amy Santiago immediately retorted sarcastically. "But looking at you, even if you do, I doubt you'll make much money."
"You have no taste,"
Jack laughed. "With my looks and physique, if I really went into that business, I could definitely make a fortune. Look at this!"
He pulled a $400 check from his pocket and waved the number in front of Detective Amy Santiago.
"Huh, $400? That's a lot?"
Detective Amy Santiago was slightly surprised, then immediately suppressed a laugh and scoffed, "But why is there a dinosaur pattern printed on the checkbook?
You didn't join some weird organization or some weird activity, did you?
Listen to me, just stay calm and collected, don't go so wild~"
"..."
Jack's lips twitched, then he immediately laughed. "You think working with Detective Chuck is some weird activity?
Then why were you so enthusiastic about it before? Does this mean you're hiding some weird hobby that no one else knows about?"
"Chuck contacted you?"
Detective Amy Santiago's attention was immediately diverted, seemingly believing but not believing. "I don't believe it! Why doesn't he contact me if he needs something?"
"What, are you jealous?"
Jack teased. "You still miss him? Let me tell you, he has a few more incredibly beautiful women around him—you can't even get a chance."
"Who told you I couldn't reach him? Back then…"
Detective Amy Santiago immediately tried to retort, but stopped mid-sentence.
Jack and she exchanged a glance before looking away, neither pressing the issue further, as if the topic had never been raised.
After all, Amy Santiago had indeed admired Detective Chuck.
However, her looks were only around Chuck's baseline, in a borderline state, which the straightforward Chuck directly pointed out. Only with Jack's consent, coupled with special circumstances, could they become research partners.
From then on, the unspoken understanding between her and Jack was broken.
Although they weren't officially together yet and continued their bickering, they shared a common attitude on these issues: tacit understanding and enjoying the ultimate ambiguity of their bickering relationship.
"You haven't said why he's looking for you yet?"
Detective Amy Santiago changed the subject.
"He…"
Jack was about to speak when a sports car overtook his and sped away.
Hmm.
Okay.
Mainly because his car was parked there to refuel.
The passing sports car was moving at a pathetic speed.
"What a beautiful Porsche 911!"
Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but praise it, then subconsciously retorted to Jack, "It's much prettier and more stylish than the sports car you bought with your entire fortune!"
"But this guy's driving skills are terrible."
Jack mocked. "He drives a sports car like it's a golf cart—no, calling it a golf cart is an insult to golf carts. Believe me or not, I can run faster than him!"
"I don't believe you!"
Detective Amy Santiago laughed.
"Keep an eye on my car!"
Jack tossed the keys to Detective Amy Santiago and then took off after him.
"You actually did it!"
Detective Amy Santiago laughed as she caught the keys, pulled out the gas pump, and drove after him.
Jack raced for several kilometers, and he actually caught up with the brand-new Porsche 911 at a bend.
There was no way around it!
This driver was even more novice than a novice—he slowed down unnecessarily at the bend.
"Hey buddy,"
Jack panted as he caught up, leaning over the back of the car and teasing, "You're driving a sports car, not a bicycle!"
The person inside panicked for a moment, the sound of engines revving echoing, seemingly trying to escape. This triggered Jack's police instincts; he immediately reached for his waist and shouted, "Hey buddy, what can I help you with?"
"It's me, it's me!"
The window finally rolled down, revealing Ross, who was clutching his chest in relief. "You're Jack, right?"
"Ross?"
Jack relaxed, pulling his hand back, and walked over with a smile. He looked him over carefully, finding nothing amiss, before laughing, "How come it's you?"
"That's what I should be asking!"
Ross retorted. "How come it's you! You were wearing sunglasses, I almost didn't recognize you! You scared me half to death! Why were you chasing my car?"
"You have the nerve to say that!"
Jack laughed. "You're driving a sports car, and I had to run to catch up? What kind of nonsense is that? If you ever do that again, don't ever drive on the highway!"
"Why?"
Ross retorted. "The highway only restricts high-speed driving. Can't I drive cautiously?"
"I remember Chandler said you were a doctor?"
Jack's expression was a little strange.
"Yes!"
Ross said proudly. "I am a doctor!"
"Now I know why Chandler always makes gestures when he talks about that."
Jack teased. "How did you get your driver's license? Remember, the highway restricts not only high-speed driving but also low-speed driving. Luckily, you ran into me this time. If any other cop had stopped you, you would definitely have gotten a ticket!"
"Even if I had been stopped, I believe the traffic police would have been understanding."
Ross retorted. "Besides, do you think I care about a ticket?"
"Heh."
Jack smiled noncommittally, then suddenly realized something and began to examine the sports car. He smiled playfully. "A new sports car?"
"Yes, isn't it beautiful?"
Ross was very proud. Now that he was no longer nervous, he finally restarted the sports car and said goodbye. "Jack, I have something to do. Talk to you next time!"
The Porsche 911 slowly drove away.
At this moment, Detective Amy Santiago also drove up and picked up Jack. "You know him?" she asked curiously.
"Sort of,"
Jack replied, staring at the sports car ahead.
"Not bad, you actually know such a high-quality friend. Why don't you introduce him to me?"
Detective Amy Santiago chuckled.
"Believe me, you don't want to meet him,"
Jack scoffed, then pointed to the slow-moving Porsche 911 ahead. "Pass him!"
Detective Amy Santiago immediately floored the accelerator, and the sports car sped past Ross's car.
"Let's go to the bank first!"
Jack said, pointing the way.
"Why?"
Detective Amy Santiago asked, puzzled.
"To cash the check first, otherwise who knows if it'll turn into a bad check,"
Jack said, toying with the $400 dinosaur check, a half-smile on his face. "Then we'll go buy a gift."
"What gift?"
Detective Amy Santiago's heart skipped a beat, but she asked casually.
"What you buy isn't important, the price is what matters!"
Jack chuckled. "I'm buying a gift for $234.30!"
"Why $234.30?"
Detective Amy Santiago hesitated. "Does this number have any special meaning?"
She probed, her eyes darting towards Jack, afraid it was a new, trendy number she was out of touch with.
"Because this number represents the deepest praise!"
Jack's smile was odd.
Well!
He'd essentially saved a life, only to receive $400. To save face for Ross, he readily agreed to link this life-saving favor with the $400, avoiding Chuck's humiliating plan.
But the very next day, he saw the same stingy Ross buying a brand new sports car.
Well!
Turns out, stinginess is only towards others. As for himself, regardless of whether he has money in his account, he won't wait until he receives the prize to enjoy it.
Now it seems Chuck had the best eye!
He absolutely could not ask for an extra $400; he had to return $234.30 to Ross.
Yes.
Because like Ross, he's very principled and doesn't want to owe anyone favors!
He only needs $165.70 to save Ross!
Detective Amy Santiago could only suppress her doubts and drive him to get the money first, then go shopping at the mall. While Jack was browsing and making the sales assistants' heads spin, she secretly searched online to find out what $234.30 meant.
But she found nothing and had to give up in frustration. She watched as Jack negotiated with the sales assistant, printed out the receipt, and the price was indeed $234.30.
She then watched helplessly as Jack put the receipt in the gift, stuck it in the most conspicuous place, and then called Chandler over and handed it to him.
"What does $234.30 mean?"
Detective Amy Santiago was furious as she watched Chandler, who had just arrived and instantly understood the number, high-fiving and chuckling with Jack.
(End of Chapter)
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