Chapter 215: Kiss Me!
In the game storyline of his past life, immigrant laborers were treated terribly and subjected to heavy discrimination.
Yet only Davey understood that even so, huge numbers of people still came. In the East of this era, ordinary people lived little better than slaves. Here, even with poor treatment, they were at least treated as human beings, with the basic rights of a person.
Even when sold as indentured laborers, many still did everything they could to sneak across.
At this time, the East presented a strangely surreal picture.
Western powers’ warships sailed into Eastern waters, and instead of fear, the coastal populace gathered together and cheered loudly at their arrival.
When the old authorities poisoned wells, local civilians would tell them which wells were safe to drink from.
They even helped transport ammunition and set up ladders—something almost impossible to believe.
The auxiliary units established by the Western powers offered conditions far beyond what ordinary people could imagine, and people rushed to join them.
How could an army of only a few thousand break through a great city with millions of inhabitants?
Because vast numbers of civilians became their steadfast support.
One Western soldier once sighed,
“What a miraculous land this is… In one place, they trade with you, but in another, you fight them, kill them, and destroy them!”
Compared to life back home, the immigrants in Saint Denis felt genuine happiness here.
As long as they worked hard, they could eat their fill and even save some money.
Compared to their former lives, this was simply unimaginable.
In fact, even the lowest wages here were far better than living like pigs and dogs under the old system.
What was more, in the western United States—and especially in Saint Denis—some immigrants had already grown wealthy.
The owner of this Jade Dragon Restaurant was one such example.
With such upscale décor and a storefront in Saint Denis, buying this place alone would have cost at least tens of thousands of dollars.
And this district clearly had a considerable portion of its properties owned by wealthy immigrant merchants.
“What a wonderful lunch, Davey. I never imagined food could have so many flavors. It was incredibly delicious,” Stella said.
“I noticed there are so many kinds of dishes on the menu. Maybe we can come back more often.”
After stepping outside, she sighed with lingering satisfaction.
“Of course,” Davey replied. “There’s so much variety in the world when it comes to food.”
“You know, Stella, different parts of Asia alone have countless culinary traditions, each with its own styles and flavors.”
“Maybe I should hire a few skilled chefs who specialize in different kinds of cuisine to make our meals more diverse. What do you think?”
Stella replied happily, “That’s a wonderful idea, Davey. I can already imagine how great it would be.”
Davey smiled. “Alright. I’ll let them know and look into recruiting a few talented cooks.”
He hadn’t really thought about it before. Wandering with Dutch, eating Pearson’s stew, he had more or less gotten used to it.
Even after leaving the gang and having slightly better meals, it still felt the same.
But this meal had thoroughly awakened Davey’s taste buds. At this point, he found himself eager to experience more variety.
Hiring a few skilled cooks was now inevitable.
After the meal, Davey accompanied Stella on a shopping spree, with all the expenses naturally paid by Davey himself.
Even in this era, shopping was something women never seemed to tire of. Fortunately, Davey had brought enough staff, and all the shopping bags were carried by his employees.
The date finally came to an end late in the evening.
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“Today, I was really happy, Davey. I don’t think I’ve been this happy since graduating,” Stella said softly.
“You know, when I first came to Saint Denis to open my law firm, many people thought I would fail.”
“And honestly, I really was on the verge of failure back then.”
“I was already prepared to give up, but then you appeared and brought a ray of light into my world.”
“Davey, thank you.”
On the third-floor balcony of the Land Manor mansion, beneath a sky filled with stars,
Stella’s cheeks were slightly flushed as she looked straight at Davey and spoke from her heart.
On the balcony table sat a half-finished bottle of red wine.
“No, Stella,” Davey said gently. “Even without me, you would have succeeded. You’re an outstanding graduate of the Federal University—like gold, you’ll shine wherever you go.”
“I only added a bit of polish at the right moment, letting you shine even brighter, wouldn’t you agree?”
Davey raised his wine glass and clinked it against Stella’s.
Stella giggled. “You really know how to talk, Davey. I don’t think there’s any girl who could resist your sweet words.”
“Well, even I can’t, it seems.”
“So stop talking.”
“Davey!”
“Kiss me!”
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