Inside the Mercedes G-Class, the slightly drunk Jiang Wanzhou yelled and raged impotently.
"Cheng Zhu, you've angered me!"
"Who has heavy yin energy, who are you saying has heavy yin energy!" He raised his orchid finger, pointing at Cheng Zhu and cursing.
"Won some money and your words got cocky!"
Cheng Zhu turned a deaf ear. He opened the car window, considering whether to light a cigarette.
But thinking this car belonged to Jiang Wanzhou's family, and not knowing his family's lifestyle habits, he ultimately didn't smoke in someone else's car.
Overnight, Cheng Zhu's assets multiplied several times.
But he really didn't think much of this little money.
He was in a good mood tonight, but only limited to good.
Since regressing, he'd always felt a bit of a gap in his heart.
After all, he was originally young and accomplished, not even thirty yet, with nearly a hundred million in assets.
Look at now—missing several zeros.
"Have to work hard to earn again from scratch." Cheng Zhu thought.
He suddenly remembered a classic line from the first few seasons of "Go Fighting"—This is fate.
"Is this fate's doing?" Cheng Zhu thought.
But soon he smiled wryly: "Fuck you fate. Fate is a weakling's excuse, luck is a strong person's modest word."
Taking advantage of the alcohol, he suddenly felt like singing loudly: "Look at success and failure, in life one must be heroic, just start over from the beginning."
But Cheng Zhu held back, afraid of scaring timid President Jiang.
After thinking it over, he decided to set himself a goal.
"Within three years, assets must exceed my past life, and double it."
With this thought, he took out his phone and opened his notes.
At this moment, only one sentence lay quietly in his phone notes—"Don't let down good girls, don't waste bad girls."
Below this sentence, Cheng Zhu wrote another.
This was a sentence he'd use to admonish himself every time he failed in business ventures in his past life.
"Now I've regressed, not failed in business, but it's fucking strangely appropriate." Cheng Zhu thought.
He started typing.
"[Don't be afraid to start over, because this time, you're not starting from scratch, but starting from experience.]"
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After the Mercedes G-Class arrived at the hotel, Cheng Zhu went to his room, washed up, then started sleeping soundly.
Obviously, although he said Jiang Wanzhou had heavy yin energy, in his heart he had no defenses against him.
You have to know, in his past life Cheng Zhu not only guarded against men—sometimes he even guarded against women.
Boys, listen to me. These days, boys going out must learn to protect themselves. Promise me, okay?
Jiang Wanzhou, having had a novel experience tonight, had no sleepiness. The sky was already bright but he still lay in the hotel's standard room bed chatting on WeChat, chatting nonstop.
He only slept at 7:30 AM, planning to sleep straight until hotel checkout time.
The next day, on the other side, after a beautiful beauty sleep, Shen Qingning woke early to her alarm.
It was summer vacation now. She had no special plans today but still set an alarm, which could reflect part of a person's character.
Shen Qingning picked up her silenced phone and paused slightly.
"So many WeChat messages?" This surprised her slightly.
She lifted her silk thin quilt. Wearing a black knee-length nightdress, she curved her proportioned fair calves, her jade feet searching for slippers on the floor.
Shen Qingning browsed WeChat while walking toward the bathroom.
The WeChat messages she received mainly came from a WeChat group and her best friend Lulu.
This WeChat group included Shen Minglang, Jiang Wanzhou, and another cousin of hers.
The earliest messages were from Shen Minglang saying in the group chat that after subtracting principal from the winnings, he'd transferred money to Shen Qingning and Jiang Wanzhou's Alipay accounts.
Yes, Cheng Zhu first transferred money to Shen Minglang, then had him place bets.
But Jiang Wanzhou and Shen Qingning hadn't transferred money at all.
Shen Qingning couldn't help pausing slightly: "Actually won?"
In her mind, she couldn't help but picture Cheng Zhu's face. Just last night, this high school graduate very confidently only bet on this one score.
Because of a brief encounter with him at night, Shen Qingning's Alipay had an extra thirteen thousand.
The money wasn't a lot to her, but the experience was quite miraculous.
She picked up her electric toothbrush, brushing her teeth while continuing to browse the group chat messages.
The oldest cousin in the four-person group had obviously also been watching the World Cup. Dawn had broken but he still hadn't slept. After seeing Shen Minglang's message in the group, he immediately said:
"Holy shit, you guys hit the score? Most people betting on scores all lost!"
Shen Qingning could roughly guess that the reason her brother didn't private message to transfer money but left a message in the group was probably to show off to the oldest cousin.
Sure enough, Shen Minglang instantly replied: "Oldest cousin, under my wise leadership, Ningning and Young President Jiang each bet two thousand on 0-0."
This oldest cousin directly sent a "see you on the rooftop" emoji.
Obviously, he'd probably bet on Argentina winning.
Although everyone wasn't gambling addicts, just small gambling for pleasure, but damn it, I'm the only one in the whole group who lost—what kind of situation is this?
Brushing her teeth, Shen Qingning looked at the emoji the oldest cousin sent and just found it somewhat funny. But the next message Jiang Wanzhou sent made her unable to suppress her laughter.
Seeing Shen Minglang showing off in the group, Jiang Wanzhou immediately got upset.
What do you mean under your wise leadership? I clearly followed Cheng Zhu's bet, okay?
He immediately typed, maxing out mockery power: "Right, right, right, the sun rises because the rooster crows, hehe."
The oldest cousin felt puzzled about what exactly happened, so he commented: "???"
Shen Minglang: "I don't care, you and Ningning have to treat me to dinner."
Jiang Wanzhou: "If we're treating anyone it should be Cheng Zhu, right?"
Oldest cousin: "Who's Cheng Zhu?"
Shen Minglang: "Then we'll each step back—treat me and Cheng Zhu to dinner."
Jiang Wanzhou: "I'll consider it."
Oldest cousin: "Wait, who is Cheng Zhu?"
Shen Minglang: "Consider what! It's decided!"
Jiang Wanzhou: "I'll ask Cheng Zhu later."
Oldest cousin: "Can someone please acknowledge me? What am I in this group?"
Shen Qingning looked at the group chat records, a shallow smile appearing on her aloof face.
After closing the group chat, she looked at the WeChat messages Lin Lu sent.
This little beauty who'd worked part-time as a voice actress loved voice message bombing. Shen Qingning clicked on a voice message and immediately heard Lin Lu's excited voice.
"Ahhhhh! Really not even one goal scored!"
"Ah! Really zero-zero! Really zero-zero! So exciting! Won money, I won money!"
"Turns out soccer matches are this thrilling. Next time there's a chance I'll drag you to watch together! Ningning you're amazing, making me money and helping me fly!"
Shen Qingning was both amused and exasperated, clicking on the last voice message.
Obviously, after ten-plus minutes, Lin Lu had calmed down somewhat. This voice message she sent displayed her monster-level voice as a voice actress again. She used a very dominant tone:
"Woman, I'm treating you to dinner."
"This isn't negotiable, it's an order."
Shen Qingning first put down the phone in her left hand, then rinsed the foam off her electric toothbrush with water, then started rinsing her mouth.
After finishing these things, she picked up her phone, originally planning to calmly accept Lin Lu treating her to dinner after making money.
But somehow, the next moment, the sentence Jiang Wanzhou said in the group popped into her mind.
"Right right right, the sun rises because the rooster crows, hehe."
With this thought, she typed a reply to her best friend Lin Lu who should still be sleeping: "Actually it's someone else's credit. Even if we're treating someone, it shouldn't be me."