In response to the police officer’s confirmation, Old Lady Wilson nodded and gritted her teeth, “Yes, it’s two hundred!”
The constable thought his ears were out of joint at this point.
“An Lady who lives in one of Thompson First’s finest villas would call the police for two hundred dollars? Something’s wrong…”
Thinking back, he surmised, “Could it be that rich people talk like this, saying two million into two hundred? Last time at the class reunion, that rich kid in class was the same way when he talked about that luxury car of his, it was obviously a Rolls Royce with over five million dollars, and when he talked about how much it was, he downplayed it by saying over five hundred, is this the common disease of the rich?”
But when he thought about it, he was a bit puzzled, “By all means, this Lady is worth over a hundred million, so even if she lost two million, she wouldn’t be so excited.”
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