Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

"Hey...Excuse me, is this Zhou Cheng?"

The voice sounds familiar.

Zhou Cheng went through it in his mind and remembered: it was Liu Mei, a former colleague from his company.

A rather honest woman secretly brought him food she had brought herself a few times when he was being given the cold shoulder by the project manager.

"It's me, Liu Mei?" Zhou Cheng's tone was calm.

"Ah! Brother Cheng, you still remember me!" Liu Mei on the other end of the phone was both surprised and delighted, but soon her voice was filled with deep sorrow, and she said with a sob, "Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I know I'm bothering you so late... I really had no choice... I..."

She was sobbing uncontrollably on the other end of the line, unable to speak coherently.

Zhou Cheng didn't want to waste time listening to her complaints, so he interrupted her directly: "What happened? Tell me."

"My...my son...he has acute leukemia and is currently at the city's children's hospital. The doctor said he needs a bone marrow transplant immediately, and the initial costs will be 300,000 yuan...I...I really can't borrow any more money, Brother Cheng. I know I shouldn't be asking you, but I really...really..."

Three hundred thousand.

This amount would have been a huge sum for him a month ago.

But now, it's just the cost of one of his meals.

"Give me your account." Zhou Cheng's voice was unwavering.

"Huh?" Liu Mei was stunned; she thought she had misheard. She had expected Zhou Cheng to make various excuses, or at most offer a few words of comfort, just like everyone else.

"I said, send me your bank card number," Zhou Cheng repeated.

"Oh, okay! I'll send it right away! Brother Cheng, thank you! Thank you so much! I'll do anything to pay you back!" Liu Mei thanked him incoherently on the other end of the line.

Zhou Cheng didn't say anything and hung up the phone directly.

Su Qingyao, who had been listening quietly, tugged at Zhou Cheng's sleeve and whispered, "Was he your former colleague?"

"Hmm, a nice guy," Zhou Cheng said casually.

At that moment, Liu Mei sent a text message with a bank card number followed by a long string of words of gratitude and apology.

Zhou Cheng didn't even look at it, directly copied the card number, opened his mobile banking app, and entered the transfer amount.

He paused for a moment, then decided not to lose 300,000.

Instead, they directly entered 500,000.

Click to confirm.

After doing all this, he acted as if nothing had happened, put his phone back in his pocket, and continued to look at the dazzling night view outside the mall.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away in the corridor of the children's hospital, Liu Mei's phone rang.

She trembled as she opened the bank message, and when she saw the long string of zeros, she was completely stunned.

[A deposit of RMB 500,000.00 has been made into your savings account ending in xxxx...]

Five hundred thousand!

She asked for 300,000, but the other party gave her 500,000 directly!

Liu Mei's mind went blank. She stared at her phone screen, checking it several times before she could believe it wasn't a dream.

The overwhelming surprise and sense of unreality made her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

She wanted to call Zhou Cheng, but she didn't know what to say.

What has this man, who once worked overtime silently in an office building just like her, struggling to earn a few thousand yuan a month, gone through now?

……

At Jiangcheng International Shopping Center, Zhou Cheng looked at Li Meng and Wang Jing, who had gone completely mad, and felt that it was about time.

"Alright, that's enough for today." He clapped his hands.

"Huh? That's it? Brother Cheng, I still have several stores to visit!" Li Meng said, still wanting more.

"Aren't you hungry after walking around for so long? Let's go eat," Zhou Cheng said.

"Eating? Where should we eat? Brother Cheng, I know a really good Japanese restaurant!" Wang Jing immediately suggested.

Zhou Cheng shook his head. He glanced at Lin Wanwan, who had been quiet the whole time. This girl was like a transparent person from beginning to end. Although she was carrying luxury goods worth millions, her inferiority and unease were still ingrained in her bones.

It seems that simply providing material things is not enough.

"Let's go somewhere special today." Zhou Cheng took out his phone and dialed Lin Qingxue's number.

"Mr. Zhou."

"Manager Lin, please reserve a table for me now. The best private club in Jiangcheng, the most luxurious private room."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, I'll contact 'Zijinhui' for you right away. It's the most exclusive club in Jiangcheng, open only to members. I'll contact their general manager now and reserve the 'Ziyun Hall' for you in my name." Lin Qingxue was extremely efficient.

"I won't use your name," Zhou Cheng interrupted her. "I'll use my name, Zhou Cheng."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Cheng said to the group of people behind him, "Let's go, target: Zijinhui."

Half an hour later, two luxury cars, one after the other, stopped at the ancient and elegant entrance of "Zijinhui".

"Zijinhui" is located on an island in the middle of East Lake, connected to the outside world by only one private road.

There are no skyscrapers or G-Class cars here, only pavilions, towers, bridges, and flowing water, exuding an understated luxury.

The security guard in black uniform at the entrance, upon seeing Zhou Cheng's Aston Martin, did not show the same enthusiasm as the mall security guards. Instead, he stepped forward and stopped the car.

"Hello sir, please show me your membership card."

"No." Zhou Cheng rolled down the car window.

"I'm sorry, sir, Zijinhui is only open to members. If you don't have a membership card, you cannot enter." The security guard's tone was polite, but his attitude was firm.

In the Maybach behind, Li Meng and the others were a little nervous.

"This place is so powerful, they even dared to stop Brother Cheng's car?"

Just then, a woman in a cheongsam with a voluptuous figure and high heels walked quickly out from inside.

She looks like the manager of the club.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, but our rules here are..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Cheng had already taken out a card from the storage compartment and handed it to her.

It was that black gold card that symbolized the owners of the Moon Bay King Building.

The female manager's expression changed instantly when she saw the card.

"So it's Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou! I'm so sorry! I didn't recognize you! Please come in! Please come in!"

While bowing and scraping in apology, she yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Are you all blind?! It's Mr. Zhou! Mr. Zhou from A-01! Open the door right now! Clear the main road!"

The gate opened quickly, and two rows of security guards bowed at a 90-degree angle in unison.

The female manager even jogged ahead to lead the way, her posture...

Inside the Maybach, Li Meng and Wang Jing were completely dumbfounded.

"Mr. Zhou from A-01? What does this mean? A single card with this much power?"

Only Su Qingyao knew that the card represented a manor in Moon Bay worth 120 million.

Here, wealth is the best passport.

The car drove directly to the most central area of ​​the club, in front of an independent courtyard called "Ziyun Hall".

In the courtyard, there are artificial hills and flowing water, and koi fish playing, making the environment extremely elegant.

The private rooms were even more luxurious, with huge round tables, a full set of rosewood furniture, and calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls, all of which demonstrated the owner's prestige.

"Mr. Zhou, what do you think of tonight's menu?" the female manager asked respectfully, holding a gold-embossed menu.

"No need to look, just bring whatever you have here, pick the most expensive one." Zhou Cheng waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll arrange it right away!"

After everyone was seated, Zhou Cheng's gaze fell on Lin Wanwan once again.

"Lin, did you like the gift I gave you this afternoon?"

Lin Wanwan was called upon and stood up nervously. "I...I like it, thank you, Brother Cheng."

"Just liking someone isn't enough," Zhou Cheng said suddenly, looking at her. "I don't like making unprofitable deals. I've invested over a million in you today, so you have to give me something in return, right?"

The atmosphere changed instantly after those words were spoken.

Li Meng and Wang Jing froze, their smiles gone, and Su Qingyao looked at Zhou Cheng with some confusion.

Only Lin Wanwan's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Her worst fears came true.

She bit her lip tightly, her body trembling slightly, and asked softly, "Cheng...Brother Cheng, what...what do you want me to do?"

Her voice was filled with despair.

Zhou Cheng looked at her and laughed.

"It's very simple." He took another bank card out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Lin Wanwan.

There's a million in this card.

"From today onwards, you are the manager of a small private fund of mine. Your task is to use this million to make money work for you. Stocks, futures, art... anything is fine. I don't need you to guarantee profits; I just need you to learn how to spend money, how to use money, and how to make money work for you."

"This is a test for you, and also my second investment in you."

"Do you dare to accept?"