Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 798 A Terrified Thief

Soon, Gao Dongxu's bedroom was stained with a dazzling crimson.

The first few bundles of hundred-yuan bills were just scattered decorations, but in the blink of an eye, the cash surged forth from the void like a living tide. Bundle after bundle, carrying the slightly raw smell of new ink, they quickly piled up and encroached on every inch of visible floor space. In just a few minutes, a veritable, towering "mountain of money" rose from the center of the room, almost touching the crystal chandelier and casting a vast, suffocating shadow. There was no room to stand in the entire bedroom; as far as the eye could see, there was only that vast, churning red ocean of desire and power.

The women were already too shocked to speak.

Bai Qiangwei stood at the front, her usually aloof and cold eyes wide open, the deepest recesses of her pupils reflecting the red image of banknotes. Her delicate body trembled slightly, as if resisting an invisible electric shock.

Such a strong visual impact triggered her professional instincts; her fair, almost transparent hands gripped her pants tightly, her long, slender fingers, like works of art, twitching slightly uncontrollably.

She wasn't unfamiliar with money, but the wealth presented in the most primitive, brutal, and visually striking form completely shattered her previous understanding.

This wasn't just cold numbers in a bank account; it was a tangible "thing" that could overwhelm everything—power itself. She felt her throat tighten, and her breathing became hot and difficult.

In fact, the reactions of the others were largely the same, only to varying degrees. Faced with this mountain of over two hundred million yuan in cash, words seemed inadequate, and composure was difficult to maintain. This went beyond mere surprise; it was more like a gentle violence, using sheer quantity to crush their psychological defenses.

Suddenly, a suppressed cheer, which then erupted, broke the deathly silence!
She was completely absorbed in the moment. Her beautiful face flushed crimson, as if she were drunk. She could no longer control the wild horse galloping through her mind. Suddenly, she opened her arms wide, as if embracing a lover, and lunged at the mountain of money! She picked up a large bundle of banknotes, the heavy weight of which made her let out a satisfied sigh. Then, with all her might, she threw them into the air!
"I want to buy a supercar!!!"

Pink banknotes scattered in the air with a whooshing sound, like a lavish rain, falling gently and covering her hair, shoulders, and the other girls. The shout was like a switch, instantly igniting the already sweltering atmosphere in the room.

Gao Dongxu watched all this with satisfaction, a smug yet all-encompassing smile on his face. As if by magic, with a flick of his wrist, seven red and blue woven bags appeared in his hand. The rough woven bags contrasted sharply with the luxurious red filling the room, adding to the sense of absurdity and unreality.

“One bag for each person,” he laughed loudly, his voice ringing out clearly amidst the banknotes, “Fill it up as much as you like. These are for your pocket money—”

"Daibak—" Lee Ji-young cheered first, her bright and beautiful eyes already curving into charming crescent moons with laughter.

The sisters Ruqing and Ruxin were even more ruthless, snatching the woven bag from Gao Dongxu's hands almost as if they were grabbing it, and then cheering as they sat down directly in the soft pile of banknotes.

They were like two children playing on a golden beach, except instead of sand, they were holding bundles of hundred-yuan bills. They shoveled the money into their bags, their faces beaming with the purest, most genuine joy.

Go Dong-wook's gaze shifted to Cha Yu-ri and Goo Yeon, who were still somewhat hesitant. Although their eyes also shone with excitement, their steps were hesitant, as if they were still unable to fully accept this sudden and overwhelming gift.

“Alright, don’t be shy,” Gao Dongxu said gently, but with an undeniable air of authority. “Come and take them, make sure they’re full, or I’ll be unhappy.” This almost commanding tone actually made the three women breathe a sigh of relief.

They were acutely aware of their uniqueness. If Gao Dongxu hadn't continuously replenished their yang energy to sustain their existence, they would have long since been separated from this vibrant world by death.

He allowed them to feel the warmth of the sun again, taste the deliciousness of food, and enjoy the beauty of clothing... Now, this mountain of money is also part of this "living" experience, a necessity for them to continue enjoying a "normal" life. This "pocket money" has a significance far beyond the money itself.

Having figured this out, the three women exchanged a smile, a smile as bright and captivating as a flower suddenly blooming. Without further hesitation, they stepped forward lightly, took the woven bags symbolizing acceptance and gifts from Gao Dongxu, and joined the ranks of the "gold diggers."

"You two—" Gao Dongxu handed the last two bags to A Ning and Bai Qiangwei, who were standing a little distance away.

Aning wore a simple white slip dress, her beautiful face still showing a calm expression, but her slightly quickened breathing and the fleeting ripples in her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil.

Bai Qiangwei, in a white vest that accentuated her beautiful curves, and loose trousers that couldn't hide the stiffness in her body, her gaze still fixed on that mountain of money.

Hearing Gao Dongxu's words, the two women turned their heads. A Ning nodded slightly and quietly took the bag. Bai Qiangwei took a deep breath, as if inhaling the entire room's wealth, before reaching out to take it, her fingertips lightly brushing against Gao Dongxu's palm. Neither of them uttered any pretentious words; their actions spoke volumes.

Soon, a pleasant rustling sound filled the bedroom—the delightful sound of brand-new banknotes being rubbed, squeezed, and stuffed into woven bags.

The women surrounded Qian Shan, their eyes shining and their smiles radiant. Their faces, usually elegant, aloof, or lively, were now enveloped in the same immense sense of happiness, which they eagerly packed into their own pockets.

Gao Dongxu sat directly on a pile of money, quietly gazing at the "Women Playing with Money" picture he had personally drawn. He smiled, and with a slight thought, took out a beautifully packaged Havana cigar from that magical space, skillfully cut off the cap, and lit it.

The pale blue flame licked the tobacco stick, and a wisp of rich, thick smoke rose up, mingling with the ink smell that filled the air to create a unique and intoxicating aroma.

He exhaled a beautiful smoke ring, the white smoke standing out starkly against the backdrop of the room filled with red. His gaze swept over each woman immersed in joy, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and control welled up within him. All of this—power, wealth, beauty, and even forces beyond reason—was at his fingertips.

This is Gao Dongxu's world.

Between playing around and filling the bag with money, it took the women an hour to fill it. They hadn't had a chance; initially, they'd filled it in bundles, but halfway through, they realized that bundles took up too much space, so they emptied them out and started filling it in bundles again.

"Alright, here's your pocket money. Buy whatever you want. Let me know when you're done. I'll give you bags to put it all in." Gao Dongxu said with a smile as he reached into his money storage space.

"Pop~~~" x2
Upon hearing his words, the two sisters, Ruxin and Ruqing, smiled radiantly and kissed him on the cheeks, one on each side.

Gao Dongxu smiled and opened his arms, pulling the two beauties into his embrace. He kissed each of the sisters' red lips, greedily taking a few kisses.

After their lips parted, Gao Dongxu put his arm around the two sisters' slender waists and smiled at Bai Qiangwei, "How's your Chinese calligraphy?"

"Not good." Bai Qiangwei was taken aback at first, then looked at Gao Dongxu suspiciously.

The women looked at him with suspicion, wondering what kind of trouble he was up to now.

"Hehe, it's good that it's not good. Come over and help me write a few words." Gao Dongxu smiled and took out a pen and a stack of A4 white paper from his space. He walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and wrote a few lines on a piece of white paper.

The women all curiously crowded forward to look, and the next moment, strange and amused expressions appeared on their beautiful faces.

"A terrified thief?" Lee Ji-young, whose Chinese memories had been implanted, read the words written by Go Dong-wook in somewhat broken Chinese.

"Hehe, that's right, a thief who was scared by the refrigerator full of cash. There was too much money to steal, so he had to write a letter of denunciation..." Gao Dongxu said with a sly smile.

"You're so naughty—" Ah Ning immediately understood his thoughts, a charming smile playing on her lips as she coquettishly retorted. "Aren't you afraid that after the other party is caught, the amount of money won't add up, and the higher-ups will go all out to track down the stolen money and dedicate resources to catching you, the thief?"

"Hehe, anyone who can suspect me is quite capable," Gao Dongxu said with a confident and arrogant raised eyebrow.

Seeing Gao Dongxu's smug and arrogant demeanor, the women couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, Rose, write it again based on what I wrote," Gao Dongxu said to Bai Rose with a smile.

As Bai Qiangwei stepped forward and took the pen, she said coquettishly, "I can't write well, so don't laugh at me."

Gao Dongxu smiled and hugged her from behind, kissing her fair and slender neck gently, soothing her conscience, and said, "That's exactly what I wanted, you can't write well."

Bai Qiangwei glanced back at him coquettishly, ignoring his attempts to soothe his conscience. She picked up a pen and began to write crookedly on another piece of paper.

Soon, Bai Qiangwei finished writing, put down her pen, her pretty face flushed, and coquettishly pushed away the mischievous Gao Dongxu, saying in a coquettish tone, "Can't you just behave yourself?"

"Hehe, no way—" Gao Dongxu grinned mischievously as he took the confession written by Bai Qiangwei—a confession from a terrified thief—read it through, and then laughed, "Make a copy later, add a printed photo of the refrigerator, perfect—"

(End of this chapter)