Chapter 35 At Your Age, Is It Really Necessary to Cry Like This?

Chapter 35 At Your Age, Is It Really Necessary to Cry Like This?

As soon as Mr. Cross said this, the two wealthy ladies immediately leaned in curiously.

"What is it? Something money can't buy? Let us see."

"That's right, Mr. Cross. You know our family backgrounds—what price can't we afford?"

Mr. Cross gave an awkward laugh and said tactfully, "Ladies, electronic components aren't luxury items. Just buy what you need."

He actually disliked talking to these people who knew nothing about computers. He was even annoyed that they treated his carefully assembled computers like collectibles to show off, never actually using them. But unfortunately, kindred spirits were hard to find, and no matter how talented he was, he still had to make a living.

Mr. Cross's shift from warm to cold made the two ladies feel awkward. But his clerk immediately jumped in, "Boss, your reputation is the luxury item. Computers with our shop's name are always used by people with status and prestige. Not just anyone can use them—that would damage our shop's image."

At the clerk's words, the two ladies' expressions immediately improved. They straightened their backs and said in a sarcastic tone, "Mr. Cross, you have talent and skill, but your shop's current business is all thanks to your top salesman's smooth talking."

"You're too kind, ladies. Our shop can do without me, but absolutely cannot do without our boss." The clerk flattered Mr. Cross for a bit, but the smile on his face was already showing through, somewhat carried away. "Boss, if you ask me, that hard drive can't be sold to poor people, but these two ladies can definitely buy—"

"I said it's not for sale!" Mr. Cross sharply cut him off, furious.

The clerk immediately fell silent in fear. The two ladies also exchanged awkward, displeased glances. The shop fell into a strange silence.

A few seconds later, a light laugh rang out clearly in the shop.

"I never said I wanted to buy it." Evelyn raised an eyebrow, speaking matter-of-factly. "I'm here to take these things."

With that, she casually tossed a coin onto the table.

Mr. Cross stared at the coin in shock, too excited to speak.

The clerk, seeing this, actually laughed in anger and started cursing, "You beggar, what do you think this place is? I've never seen anyone with a face as thick as yours—"

"Shut up!" Mr. Cross interrupted him again, glaring with an unfriendly tone. "Get lost."

The clerk froze, then stepped back a few paces, feeling wronged and annoyed.

Mr. Cross then gestured to the two wealthy ladies, "I have an important guest to attend to today and need to close the shop. Ladies, please leave."

The two ladies had never been kicked out in public before. They couldn't save face, and after glancing at the poorly dressed fat girl, they muttered as they walked out, "What terrible judgment, can't tell trash from treasure..."

Mr. Cross ignored them and looked at Evelyn with great respect. "This coin, where did you get it?"

Evelyn didn't answer him, her tone still indifferent. "Can you give me the things now?"

Mr. Cross was stunned, then immediately nodded. "Please wait a moment."

He told the clerk to get the items, then stared blankly at the coin on the table. He recognized it immediately—this was the antique coin that the person he admired used to play with. He had even seen her use this coin to take someone's life within ten steps. But that person had clearly died from falling off a building.

Hearing the order, the clerk was very unhappy and was about to speak when he saw Mr. Cross glaring coldly at him.

His boss usually didn't like managing things, and the shop was basically run by him, the clerk, which had made him arrogant. But no matter how lazy he was at work, Mr. Cross never said anything, and certainly never lost his temper like today.

He really couldn't understand—all for a poor person?

What the clerk couldn't figure out, Evelyn understood very clearly.

This hard drive was something she and Glitch had made when they were bored. She had casually given it to one of their underlings, not to this so-called computer genius everyone talked about.

Later, she saw in the news that this computer expert had won a gold prize with the hard drive she and Glitch made. With the prize money as startup capital, he established his own brand and jumped social classes to become the Mr. Cross of today.

Stealing the hard drive they gave to someone else and using it to enter competitions—these things weren't honorable, and Evelyn knew it all. But she couldn't be bothered to care. The only reason she came back for it now was because she was too lazy to spend time making a new one.

"I know you've been doing charity all these years, and your business success is your own achievement. Some things are in the past—no need to dwell on them." Evelyn glanced at the guilty Mr. Cross and said casually.

Mr. Cross's eyes reddened, and he immediately nodded with a choked voice. Afraid of being seen, he quickly turned to take the hard drive the clerk handed over.

"I've kept it in a safe all these years, couldn't bear to use it." Mr. Cross carefully placed the hard drive on the table. "I'll personally pack the other components and deliver them to your home. Are you taking this hard drive today?"

Evelyn frowned at the hard drive, then looked deeply at the clerk with his head down. "Install it in any computer right now."

At these words, the clerk's whole body shuddered, and he shouted loudly, "Any computer? Do you know how valuable this hard drive is? You poor—"

"Shut up!" Mr. Cross shouted him down again, then turned and sighed, explaining to Evelyn, "I've spoiled this kid too much. He's not bad at heart. Please forgive him."

He usually didn't like dealing with people and wasn't married. Knowing that much of the shop's business was built by the clerk, he genuinely treated him like his own son and had even prepared to transfer the shop to him after his death.

He guessed Evelyn's identity was special and still wanted to earn some goodwill for the clerk in front of her.

Unfortunately, Evelyn had already confirmed her suspicions from the clerk's attitude and didn't even bother to verify. "This hard drive has been damaged."

"What?" Mr. Cross was shocked and carefully examined the hard drive. It did seem different from what he remembered.

But he didn't want to believe it and immediately rushed to a computer in the shop to verify. Soon he froze in front of the computer.

The hard drive was indeed broken.

"How could this be, how..." Mr. Cross looked at the hard drive helplessly and gradually lost control, breaking down in tears.

But soon he glared angrily at the clerk and rushed over, grabbing his collar. "It was you! You tampered with it?"

The clerk initially tried to deny it, but seeing Mr. Cross about to call the police and check the surveillance, he finally got scared and knelt on the ground. "I just couldn't stand her being so arrogant, wanted to play a joke—"

"A joke? A joke!" Mr. Cross was so angry he almost fainted. But his sadness still couldn't cover his rage. His legs went weak and he collapsed on the ground, crying helplessly.

Evelyn twitched her cheek and finally softened, sighing helplessly. "It's just a hard drive. If you like it that much, I'll teach you how to make one when I have time."

"A grown man crying like this—it's not necessary. So noisy."

She spoke lightly, but Mr. Cross's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the ordinary-looking middle school student before him.

The clerk couldn't help but speak again, "You?"

The next second, Mr. Cross slapped him across the face. "Get out! Get out of here!"

"You're firing me?" He covered his face in disbelief. "Just for this poor person?"

"No, I'm also going to blacklist you in the industry. Once I check the surveillance, you just wait for the lawsuit!" Mr. Cross glared at him resentfully, no longer patient enough to hear his pleas. He kicked and pushed him out.

The shop was finally quiet. Mr. Cross walked respectfully to Evelyn again. "You can make this hard drive?"

"Yeah." Evelyn responded lightly, then wrote down an alternative hard drive model on paper. "First get the things I need ready."

Mr. Cross immediately nodded and bowed. "Of course, rest assured. I'll deliver them to you as soon as they're ready."

Evelyn was very satisfied with his response. Too lazy to say more, she left her delivery information and left the computer shop.

Mr. Cross watched her solid figure and carefree back, unable to recover from his shock for a long time.

So similar, really too similar. No—this personality and tone were exactly the same as that boss in his memory!