[Chapter 868: The Laughable Plot]
Whether it was some payment services or whatever, none of those things would be showing up in the U.S. The money in your bank account was your legitimate income. As for the cash, one couldn't just dismiss it as worthless paper, since it was always given at a discount.
In the U.S., buying a can of soda with a card, getting a pack of cigarettes with a card, and even tipping at restaurants was all done with a card. There would always be a space above the signature line for you to fill in.
If they wrote zero, it was best not to return to that restaurant. The waitstaff would definitely spit in your food.
In a nutshell, the so-called tips in America were actually part of the wages. That money wasn't just for the waitstaff; it was also shared with those who ran the tables and the cash register.
Where would cash be used? The valet attendants were a bit miserable; they couldn't carry around a POS machine everywhere. If you didn't want your supercar to be treated badly, it was best to tip generously. That was the price for who you were trying to show off to.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"Darling, what's wrong?" Sophie shot him a glance; she clearly felt a bit awkward about it. This guy had played Wallace at home more than once.
"It's nothing; I just choked on the soda. Please, don't pinch me; I didn't mean it like that."
"Speak up, otherwise, hmm, some things that look firm can actually crumble."
"Cough, darling, Edward III was born ten years after Wallace died. This director was really something else; was he forcefully implying infidelity?
Or perhaps Wallace didn't actually die but was just hidden away, with the idea to undermine John Bull."
"That can't be right?"
"Why not? Who wrote this script? It's too funny; the timeline doesn't match up at all. Oh no, John Bull is going to go crazy.
Hahaha, this movie was clearly meant to annoy John Bull. Isabella opposed the disgusting privileges of the nobles, so John Bull would bear the brunt of the blame."
"You're telling me, now I kind of regret it."
"It's got nothing to do with you, darling; only John Bull gets roasted. Cough, and Isabella was just a silly girl infatuated with heroes, which fit right into the French values."
"Pfft, who said that was our value? Romantic love was."
"Alright, alright, my mistake. I'll make it more romantic next time."
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