Super Rich: Enjoying the Happiness of the Wealthy After Divorce

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit off.

Li Xiumei used all her skills to prepare a large table of dishes, including lobster, abalone, and grouper, filling the table to the brim.

She kept putting food on Zhou Cheng's plate, her smile never fading, constantly urging him to eat more.

"Jay Chou, try this! I had someone bring it back from the beach, it's super fresh!"

"Jay Chou, what would you like to drink? We have a bottle of Moutai that's been sitting around for over ten years!"

Zhou Cheng wore a polite smile. He didn't eat much, but he touched every dish and would casually offer a few compliments.

Tang Jianguo's attitude was much colder. He barely spoke, and when he did, his questions had an interrogative tone.

"Xinyi said you're her boss?"

"Yes, Uncle."

"You're so young, and you've already started your own company? What kind of business does your family run?" Tang Jianguo asked casually, but he was actually trying to find out.

"No one in my family runs a business; I started the company myself." Zhou Cheng's answer was flawless.

"Oh? That's impressive," Tang Jianguo said. "Doing business these days isn't easy; it's risky. Unlike before, when we could stay in a stable job. Young people should be down-to-earth and not always think about taking shortcuts."

Tang Xinyi listened with sweaty palms, and tried to speak several times, but her father stopped her with a look.

Zhou Cheng didn't react to the barb in those words; he still had a smile on his face.

"Uncle is right. But times have changed. Stability is good, but sometimes, you also need to seize opportunities."

After the meal, Li Xiumei wanted Zhou Cheng to stay a little longer, but Zhou Cheng stood up instead.

"Uncle, Auntie, it's getting late, so I'll take my leave now. Thank you very much for today's meal."

"Oh, you're leaving so soon?" Li Xiumei said with a look of reluctance.

"I still have some things to take care of at the company."

Tang Jianguo didn't try to stop him; he just nodded.

Tang Xinyi saw Zhou Cheng downstairs.

The hallway was quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps.

"I'm sorry," Tang Xinyi said softly, "My dad... he's a bit blunt, please don't take it to heart."

"It's alright." Zhou Cheng smiled. "Your father is a man of principle."

Once downstairs, Zhou Cheng opened the car door.

"Let's go back inside, it's cold outside."

"Um."

Tang Xinyi watched the red Ferrari disappear into the night and stood there for a long time.

When she got home, she found her parents sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the two gift boxes on the coffee table.

"This... Mr. Jay Chou is too kind." Li Xiumei rubbed her hands, wanting to open it and take a look, but she was a little hesitant.

Tang Jianguo snorted and didn't say anything, but his eyes kept glancing at the two boxes.

"Let's open it and see what they sent," Tang Xinyi said.

Upon hearing her daughter's words, Li Xiumei carefully opened the gift box with the tea pattern printed on it.

Inside was a Pu'er tea cake wrapped in cotton paper, with a red paper strip pressed on top of it, which read "88 Green Cake".

"Pu'er tea?" Li Xiumei was a little disappointed. "I thought it was something special."

Tang Jianguo's body trembled when he saw the words "88 Green Cake".

He strode over, picked up the tea cake, and examined it carefully.

As a retired professor, he enjoys drinking tea and has some knowledge of it. He had heard of the famous "88 Green Cake," a legend in the world of Pu'er tea, extremely rare and already fetching exorbitant prices.

"This...this can't be real, can it?" His voice was a little dry.

"What do you mean by real or fake? It's just a cake of tea. How much could it be worth?" Li Xiumei said dismissively.

"What do you know!" Tang Jianguo glared at her, took out his phone, took a picture with a slightly unsteady hand, and sent it to an old friend who was the president of the tea association.

Less than a minute later, the phone rang again, and the other person's voice sounded different.

"Old Tang! Where did you get this treasure?! This is genuine '88 Qing'! Look at the packaging, the storage! The quality is perfect! You can't get one of these for less than 300,000 on the market right now! And there's no market for it! You're going to strike it rich!"

"Three...three hundred thousand?"

When Li Xiumei heard the number, her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

Tang Jianguo stood there, his mind buzzing.

A cake of tea... 300,000?

This is more than his life savings!

He looked at the tea cake in his hand and felt its weight; he could barely hold it.

"Quick! Quick, look what's in the other box!" Li Xiumei snapped out of her daze and rushed toward the wooden box, her breath coming in short gasps.

She opened the box, and inside was a Go set.

The chess pieces are black and white, gleaming softly under the lamplight. The chessboard is made of a single piece of Phoebe zhennan wood, with beautiful grain patterns.

"A set of Go pieces?" Li Xiumei was even more disappointed this time.

Tang Xinyi, however, felt that this game of chess was not simple. She took out her phone, took pictures of the chessboard and pieces, and started searching for them online.

Soon, a news item about the auction house popped up.

[A chessboard crafted by a renowned master craftsman from a thousand-year-old golden nanmu tree, paired with old pit clam shell stones, sold for 880,000 yuan at Christie's Spring Auction.]

The Go board in the news photo is exactly the same as the one in front of you!

"Eight...eight hundred and eighty thousand?"

When Li Xiumei saw the price, her eyes rolled back and she almost fainted on the spot.

The living room fell completely silent.

Tang Jianguo sat on the sofa, unable to utter a single word. He lit a cigarette, but his hand holding it trembled so much that he didn't even notice the ash falling all over him.

He recalled the words he had said to the young man at the dinner table.

Forget about "being down-to-earth" and "not taking shortcuts".

Looking back now, it's really laughable.

The two gifts that were given away casually amounted to more than a million dollars.

My pitiful seniority and arrogance are nothing compared to what others think.

Why are you interrogating and scrutinizing others?

They didn't even consider me a threat.

These are no longer people from the same world.

This enormous class gap was suffocating him.

The pride and dignity he had built up throughout his life shattered in that moment.

Li Xiumei had recovered from her shock. She carefully wrapped the Go set worth 880,000 yuan in a silk scarf and held the 300,000 yuan Pu'er tea cake in her arms.

"Old Tang, tomorrow...tomorrow I'm going to the community activity room to play mahjong. I'll bring this cake of tea with me, to show Old Li and Old Wang what it's like!"

She could already imagine the stunned expressions on the faces of her gossipy old friends when she revealed the price of the tea cake.

This is a real triumph!