Becoming the Richest by Farming

Lucy Wood and Naya York’s relationship had gone from bad to openly hostile.

It’s a bit subtle when the items they displayed repeatedly ended up in a collision. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The key was that although Lucy Wood’s display didn’t seem to make the front-page news, it looked much more natural when she presented it.

Ellen Young didn’t hold the little black dog and call it any pet names like "darling" or "treasure"; instead, the dog happily played in the courtyard when it appeared on screen.

In contrast, the Doggy held by Naya York looked somewhat stiff, spending most of its time curled up in a fancy doghouse, not moving around.

Dog lovers who knew their stuff said this was a sign of resisting an unfamiliar environment, indicating that the dog hadn’t been in this home for long and wasn’t fully accustomed to the surroundings yet.

But Naya York’s fans wouldn’t admit that, of course. They argued in the barrage comments that others were talking nonsense, consistently refusing to acknowledge that Naya York was just imitating others.

Instead, they claimed that it was Ellen Young who was frantically imitating Naya York, resulting in an unflattering attempt to copy.

Naya York’s cello cost 2.19 million, and the neighbors claimed it was a gift from Flora—a 12 million cello that completely surpassed imagination and didn’t fit with the image Ellen Young had presented. Most fans were adamant that Ellen Young was just bragging.

Now she could only afford to have a native dog.

It was laughable. If Ellen Young had money, wouldn’t she have chosen a super expensive breed of dog instead of a native one?

Speciesism seems to exist everywhere, and of course, it’s starkly evident when it comes to dogs.

Lucy Wood planned to go hiking with Ellen Young in the afternoon, but while taking a break to use the bathroom, she received a message from Felicia Frost.

However, this time Felicia Frost wasn’t as indignant as before, but kept laughing, "Naya York is really going to be the death of me with laughter. You play the cello, and so does she. It must be the staff here who told her you brought the cello over, and I heard her cello lesson was arranged at the last minute. And the dog, she really won’t stop until she crushes you; she bought that dog three days ago. Who is she performing for now?"

Lucy Wood furrowed her brows, feeling a wave of annoyance upon hearing about Naya York’s actions, "She’s really got issues, always having to compete with me. Won’t she be embarrassed when her face gets swollen from being proven wrong? Just last month, she was competing with me over who had a better sister. I don’t even want her to know Ellen Young’s true status now, for fear that she might jump off a building out of shame and claim I forced her."

Felicia Frost laughed, "Hahaha, I can’t tell that there’s a time when your little mouth gets so sweet."

Lucy Wood sighed, "I really don’t know if I’ve desecrated her ancestors’ graves or something. That idiot ex-boyfriend of mine sent me a WhatsApp message yesterday."

Felicia Frost was startled, "You actually didn’t delete his WhatsApp?"

Lucy Wood, "Why delete it? Rest assured, I treat it as a joke, hardly ever replying. Every now and then, he mocks me, thinking I can’t get over him because Naya York and I are at odds."

Felicia Frost, "..."

Awesome.

Just then, Ellen Young’s voice called from outside, and Lucy Wood hurriedly hung up the phone, put on her headset, and returned to the set.

Ellen Young asked her to pick up a parcel.

She had bought a lot of things, so the couriers generally delivered once a day, and the task of receiving the parcels fell to Damien Frost and the others.

Seeing Damien Frost holding two large packages and pretending to be a courier, Lucy Wood laughed enthusiastically, "Thank you, comrade, thank you, comrade!"

Damien Frost, "..."

What year is she living in with that sort of greeting?

Lowering the brim of his cap, Damien Frost grunted and carried the items into the house for her.

Barrage:

[I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while, does being a courier these days require such high standards of appearance? Even behind the mosaic, this man’s handsomeness cannot be hidden.]