Richest Man: It All Started With My Rebate System-Chapter 60: Instinct

Steven turned to gaming after he was done with lunch. He gamed until late afternoon before he decided to stop, because he was feeling tired.

He thought of what to do but nothing really came to mind, which he didn’t find surprising as it had been his daily struggle for the past week.

He picked up his phone and went through it. As he did, he thought of his upcoming activities.

The motorcycle licence test was in a few days. He expected to get the report from the due diligence team next week and then he could proceed with the restaurant’s acquisition. Those were the only two things on his schedule.

As Steven thought of the restaurant’s acquisition, he also thought of who he was going to put in charge as manager after everything had been settled.

He had never really thought about it. And now that he was, only one person came to mind. Tisha. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Steven’s reasoning and choice weren’t completely bound by sentiment. He had worked with her for two years and over that long period of time, he had come to see how responsible she was.

While her being responsible didn’t automatically translate to her being fit for the position, it still mattered because it was one of the traits a good manager should have.

Also, she had always been the one taking care of the restaurant whenever Jason was out indulging in his trifles. This was something she had been doing before he got there and before he left. So, in a way, it could be said that she had been an assistant manager and had gotten enough experience on how to manage the business.

With those qualities, she should be qualified enough. Steven would put her in charge but he wouldn’t do it personally, but through the right process.

She might get interviewed but that shouldn’t be a problem for her. He believed she would pass the interview and get the position.

As for the possible dismissals, he already had them in mind and they were naturally those who had been in league with Jason, helping him facilitate his actions and receiving benefits from him.

There was no way he was going to let them continue working. Since he wanted to take care of Jason, they also had to go, as they were part of the infested part that needed to be done away with. And Steven had information on who they all were.

Another thing was that Steven wasn’t going to reveal himself as the new owner of the restaurant. He felt that it was better that way, as his relationship with Tisha and the kitchen staff would go from former co-workers to boss. He couldn’t imagine how awkward that would be for both of them.

Steven had actually wanted to visit the restaurant the day before but he had stopped himself, deciding that he would only do so after the acquisition had happened and everything had been sorted out.

Steven sighed to himself, turning his attention to other things. He thought about the settlement that would happen by the end of the week and the rebate reward he would receive.

The rebate multiplier that would be triggered was completely based on luck, but he was aware that luck or not, he was going to receive significant returns.

Now, the question was what to do with the money. The system was giving him free money through the rebate but that was just the only thing it was giving, which was already a huge win for Steven and he didn’t dare ask for more.

But the truth was that money had to move. It had to go somewhere and that somewhere should be one that would put the money to work, increasing its value over time. He knew that the money couldn’t increase in value while it was simply sitting in his account.

This only left the money one place to go, which was investment. But Steven had no idea how to go about that. Though he remembered what Hargreaves had said during the meeting that day, that he’d have access to JP Morgan’s alternative investment division.

He hadn’t really thought of it then but now that he was contemplating heavily investing his money, he was curious to know more, though that wouldn’t be today, but until after the week’s settlement.

While he could call Hargreaves now and have him explain everything, give him the details and how it worked, he decided not to. He had disturbed the man enough for that day and it was already getting late.

Investing his money wouldn’t only increase the value of his money, he would also receive rebate. And since he would be spending a lot of money in a single go, the rebate multiplier would have much more to work with.

Though Steven couldn’t help but feel that there might not be a need for the investment, that he might be surprised by the system.

He had no idea if his instinct was right and that he should wait, but he knew that the decision was up to him to make and he knew that he couldn’t simply passively wait for the system.

Steven sighed heavily and pushed the thoughts aside. He knew that there was no need to rush.

A call broke his train of thought. He looked at his phone and saw that it was from the front desk.

He wondered what the reason for the call could be as he picked up.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Craig," the front desk staff said. "I apologise for disturbing you. I’m calling to let you know that your laundry was delivered yesterday evening. It’s been held at the front desk since then. Whenever you’re ready, you’re welcome to come collect it."

Steven blinked in surprise. He had completely forgotten about it.

"I’ll be right down," he said.

"Of course, Mr. Craig. We’ll have it ready for you."

The call ended.

Steven set the phone down and stood up from the sofa. He picked up his key card from the side table and left the apartment, pulling the door shut behind him.

The elevator came immediately and he rode it down to the ground floor.

The lobby was quiet in the late afternoon, with only one other resident crossing through toward the entrance as Steven stepped out. He walked to the front desk, where a staff member looked up as he approached.

"Mr. Craig," she said, with a professional smile. She turned and lifted a large, structured canvas bag from behind the desk, setting it on the counter with both hands. "Here you are. Everything came back pressed and packaged. The collection note is inside the top zip pocket if you need it for your records."

Steven picked up the bag and felt the weight of it. It was heavier than he had expected, which made sense given how much had accumulated in the basket over the past week.

"Thank you," he said. "And sorry for leaving it down here overnight."

"Not at all," she said. "That’s what we’re here for. Is there anything else I can help you with this evening?"

"Nothing else," Steven said. "Thanks again."

She nodded once and he turned and walked back toward the elevator, the bag held at his side.

He rode it back up, stepped into the hallway, and walked to his apartment. He pressed the key card against the reader and let himself in.

He carried the bag straight to the bedroom and set it on the bed. He unzipped the top and looked inside. Everything had been returned folded and pressed, each item wrapped in thin paper and arranged in order. The canvas laundry bag itself had been cleaned and returned at the bottom of the delivery.

He unpacked everything methodically, returning each piece to its place in the wardrobe. Training gear on its shelf. Casual pieces folded and stacked. The Oxford shirts hung back on the rail beside the jackets.

When the bag was empty, he folded it and set it on the upper shelf beside the helmet box, where it would be ready for the next Monday collection.

He stepped back, looked at the wardrobe for a moment, then walked back to the living area.