The takeaway was stolen

Eugene spent the whole day dealing with banquets and deliveries, then he returned to the community.

Just yesterday, Freeman had already brought the renovation plans for him to look at, and he also got the property deed. So, the renovation work was underway.

Eugene sent another 20 million to him, urging him to quickly buy materials and get started.

As he walked in, just as the elevator doors were about to close, a woman hurriedly approached, repeatedly pressing the button to go up, causing the elevator doors to slowly open again.

A stylishly dressed woman entered, a fragrant breeze following her, the kind of high-end perfume that was pleasant without being overpowering. Her appearance was quite striking, exuding a radiant charm that seemed to illuminate the elevator a bit more.

The woman was around 168 cm tall, not short, but Eugene was 178 cm, so she was still a little over half a head shorter.

She pressed the 17th floor button.

Neither of them spoke, the only thing filling the elevator was the scent of perfume wafting through.

Eugene stood behind, admiring the mature woman's voluptuous curves.

In the past, he would definitely have been unable to look away, but now his character had done a 180-degree turn, and he genuinely was just appreciating.

The woman glanced at Eugene from the almost mirror-like elevator wall, then turned around suddenly, asking, "Oh, you're Eugene, right?"

Eugene was taken aback.

He couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, I am indeed Eugene."

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, but her figure was so alluring that it still caused a stir, waves of charm rippling through. She cleared her throat and said, "Well, you see, I'm Cathy."

However, the trip from the 1st floor to the 15th floor didn't take long. Ding, the elevator arrived at the 15th floor. Eugene nodded to Cathy and walked out of the elevator.

He quickly forgot about this little encounter, walking from the skywalk to his own doorstep, opening the door and stepping in. As he sat down on the sofa, about to turn on the TV, he couldn't help but think that he had ordered takeout on his way home, and it should have arrived by now.

He opened the app to check, and indeed, it showed that the takeout had been delivered. However, when Eugene looked outside his door, he didn't see the takeout.

He contacted the delivery rider, who said that indeed he had delivered it and even took a photo.

Where could the takeout have gone?

Stolen?

It was possible.

Eugene couldn't help but think of the stories of stolen takeout he had seen online, never imagining it would happen to him.

Well, no, he absolutely can't let the person who stole the takeaway slip away like this!

He ordered the takeout again and then went to find the property management to explain the situation. The property management helped pull up the surveillance footage.

Sure enough, at 5:07 p.m., the delivery rider delivered the takeout, took a photo, and left. Shortly after, the door of 1501 next door opened, and a young boy came out. After playing in the hallway for a while, he noticed the takeout, looked around, then suddenly grabbed it and went into his own home.

Case closed.

Eugene brought the property management team back, knocking on the door of 1501.

"Who is it?" came an impatient voice from inside.

"Property management, we have something to discuss." The property manager led the way, after all, Eugene not only bought the only villa in the neighborhood, but also was the winner of a 500 million prize, so he naturally wanted to ingratiate himself a bit.

Footsteps approached, the door opened, revealing an elderly man, looking at the property manager with a puzzled expression. "What's the matter?"

The property manager smiled, "It seems your grandson, or should I say, your grandson, stole the takeout from next door, 1502."

"Nonsense!" came a loud shout, and then an imposing middle-aged woman strode over, glaring at the property manager and launching into a tirade, "Where did you see that? My grandson is so well-behaved, how could he possibly steal someone else's takeout? I warn you not to talk nonsense, or I'll smash up your property office!"

The property manager maintained his smile, "Aunt Joanna, we really didn't wrongly accuse your grandson. I have surveillance footage here, you can see."

He took out his phone, pulled up a video, which was just recorded from the surveillance room.

"What are you showing me!" Aunt Joanna didn't even bother to look at the video, pushing the property manager's hand away, "Now get out of here, don't disrupt our dinner, or I'll call the police and report illegal intrusion."

With a bang, the door closed.

Inside the door, Aunt Joanna's scolding of Uncle Harry (Uncle Turner) could be heard, advising to quickly drive away people and close the door when encountering such situations, without any unnecessary fuss.

This made the property manager quite upset.

"Your grandson stole the takeout, the evidence is clear, and yet you're still so arrogant? Outrageous!"

"Mr. Eugene, I'm sorry, we will continue to communicate with this family and make sure they compensate you," the property manager said. Someone like Eugene, who was "Xiao Five Billion," naturally was a high-quality owner in the neighborhood, capable of enhancing the overall image of the area. But as for Aunt Joanna's family... well, heh.

Eugene thought for a moment and said, "Alright, let's just leave it at that for you guys."

He returned to his home, beginning to contemplate.

What could the property management do?

He had to handle it himself.

He searched online, "What to do if a mischievous child steals takeout?"

Looking at the various answers, some were serious, while others were completely joking. Who would order takeout worth ten thousand?

"I can," Eugene chuckled. The money had to be spent within three months, otherwise, it was just waste paper, or a string of numbers sealed in the bank.

Alright, time to make a plan.

The mischievous child stole the takeout and didn't receive any punishment, not even a scolding. This naturally was encouragement, so he would definitely do it again.

Giving you a chance.

Soon, the takeout arrived, and Eugene started eating.

After finishing, he went downstairs, planning to buy some fruits from the fruit store.

With the global extinction of almost all plants, how could he possibly get fresh fruits?

Impossible!

Just as he stepped out, he didn't expect the door next door to also open. Aunt Joanna came out with the mischievous child. When the child saw Eugene, he seemed a bit guilty, but Aunt Joanna was full of hostility.

"I'm telling you, with your wealth, why are you so petty?" Aunt Joanna began to rant, "What's the big deal if he ate your takeout? It's nothing to you, isn't it? Yet you still want to involve the property management!"

"We are all neighbors, fellow villagers. Don't make it awkward, or I won't spare you!"

Eugene smiled inwardly.

"When one's heart is mean, he becomes invincible," it was indeed true.

Your grandson stole my takeout, and you're still acting so arrogant?

Still warning me? Threatening me?

Eugene really wanted to give her a slap, but after some thought, he realized he couldn't act recklessly. He still had to use his own methods to deal with them. If he acted harshly now, scaring the mischievous child into not stealing again... wouldn't it be a waste of his whole plan?

So, he kept silent, simply walking into the elevator.

Aunt Joanna was quite pleased, the mischievous child's eyes turning, as if brewing something.

Ding, the elevator arrived at the 1st floor, Eugene walked out, with Aunt Joanna and the mischievous child following behind. He could still hear Aunt Joanna saying, "Little baby, next time, take his takeout again. After all, he's rich, so it's only right to take a little from him."

"Yeah!" With the support of the adults, the mischievous child naturally had no fear.

A faint smile appeared on Eugene's face. This was exactly what he wanted - their insatiable greed.

He bought a bunch of fruits from the fruit store, knowing he wouldn't finish them all. He just threw them into another dimension, where they would stay fresh forever.

Back home, he washed an apple and began to eat.

Who knew how long this global disaster would last, so it was likely that in the future, for hundreds, even thousands, or tens of thousands of years, fruits might not be seen again. He needed to stock up a bit.

Well, that should be enough for several lifetimes' worth of eating.