Becoming the Richest by Farming

The outside had exploded with excitement due to Cecil Jack’s arrival, while Ellen Young was inside chatting with him.

She had poured tea for Cecil Jack, brewed by herself.

Of course, she hadn’t made it herself; it was a gift from someone else.

Anyway, it was something valuable.

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Cecil Jack wasn’t particular about such things, just looking around at the backyard setting, and watching the little black dog running around Ellen Young, he couldn’t help but sigh, "This is rather nice for you. After all that busyness, you deserve some rest. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to be so surprising, not even giving us a heads up before joining the live broadcast. You have no idea how the news about you lately has been infuriating."

Imagine him, an academician of his stature and age, getting into arguments over Ellen Young on the Internet.

He couldn’t quarrel, only debate with others using facts and reason. He wouldn’t use Internet slang but rather argue with particularly difficult-to-understand logic.

Oftentimes, during a back-and-forth with haters, they would eventually stop engaging with him.