Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

I took an afternoon flight from Chiang Rai back to Bangkok, then took a taxi from Bangkok back to Hekou, arriving back at Villa No. 1 at dusk.

……

In the study of Villa No. 1, Zhou Hong stretched and put down a thick law book.

There's no other way; if you're going to do a job, you have to do it well. You can't just coast along, otherwise you won't even pass the prosecutor's assessment a year from now.

I went back to browsing the web, looking for inspiration on how to spend my 200,000 yuan "unemployment insurance".

There are only 2 days left until the final deadline.

The main issue is that the money can't be spent on the two kids. Each of them has a $40 aid allowance, which will definitely be used up first.

If I want to buy something big, I'd like to use all sorts of "milestones" right now, but I'm reluctant to use those milestone benefits.

Go buy some clothes, shoes, hats, bags, watches, and the like?

That's even more true. On the day of the street sweeping, I don't know how much I bought, just like cleaning up junk. There's a dedicated room on the second floor here, and another dedicated room over at the penthouse, piled full of luxury goods.

Including the underground constant-temperature wine cellar of Villa No. 1, which is already filled with a wide variety of fine wines.

It's pointless, what's the point of buying it? It's better to invalidate the "unemployment insurance," which is equivalent to receiving a $20 interest-free loan and a daily wage of $4000, with the payment suspended for 50 days, which can be considered as paying off the loan in installments.

After thinking for a while, I picked up the phone and called Xiao Bei.

"Young Master Hong!" Xiao Bei answered quickly, smiling obsequiously, "Does Courtyard One require any special services?"

"No, I have two hundred thousand US dollars, but I don't know what to do with it. Can you give me some ideas?"

As he spoke, Zhou Hong scratched his head, wondering if this could be considered Versailles.

Beckham remained silent for quite some time.

Zhou Hong coughed, probably because he was staying in Bengbu and cursing himself for being a worthless person.

"Haha, Young Master Hong, how about this, let me think of a way for you?! How about we deposit it into your resort membership card?...

Zhou Hong nodded in approval. This Xiao Bei was quite a formidable person; he had adjusted his mindset so quickly.

But storing it at the resort is not an option, as it would clearly be included in the reimbursement limit for rescuing the two little ones.

"Oh, depositing 200,000 is fine! We'll get it later." The two little ones still have 400,000 US dollars in relief funds each.

"But for other places, help me think of somewhere I can spend money—specifically, money for myself, understand?"

"How about depositing at Speed ​​5 Club? It's also under my company and is the best club in Hekou. If you deposit $20, I can arrange a special discount card for you, guaranteeing a significant discount. How so? Except for the fees for hostesses and the like, which are calculated separately, the drinks and such can be discounted to market price. We won't make any profit on those prices. You can drink and sing as much as you want, and it might last for ten or eight years. What do you think?"

"Okay, here's what I'll do. I'll transfer the money to you, you give me your account number, and then you can arrange things for me."

"Huh?" Xiao Bei was even more stunned, and hurriedly said, "No, no, Mr. Hong, I'll give you the Fast & Furious 5 Club's company account, and I'll send it to your email."

"Okay, hurry up! My dollars are itching to be used!" Zhou Hong said casually, without any other meaning, but he clearly heard a curse word similar to the Chinese national treasure "SB" come out the moment Xiao Bei hung up the phone.

Zhou Hong found it amusing, but wasn't angry. Thinking about his actions, he realized how much more difficult it must have been for Beckham, who earned over $1 a year. He was lucky he hadn't died of anger.

I need to go back and treat him to a good drink at that Fast & Furious 5 club to comfort his wounded and fragile heart.

I opened my email, and there it was—an email from Beckham.

He called his personal customer service and transferred $20 to the account provided by Beckham.

Soon after, his phone beeped with a text message: he had received a $20 remittance from the RB Fund.

Zhou Hong sighed helplessly. Well, it seems that any company associated with the resort is out of the question. They'll all be used to help the two little ones.

Thinking about the logic here, it seems to make sense; the relief fund from Yuzuki Tiffany should be used.

Teak Tissot was a gift from the resort's behind-the-scenes boss. So, when rescuing her, it might be necessary to leverage the friendly relationship with the resort. This $20 could be seen as an effort to improve the rapport between himself and the resort's parent company.

But the question is, how am I supposed to spend the 20 in "unemployment insurance"?

Suddenly, he slapped his head hard, then opened a domestic website and searched for "Project Hope".

Soon, I found the Northwest Education Assistance Network, one of the official websites under Project Hope, which has a foreign currency donation account.

He called the bank's personal assistant and transferred $20 to this account under the alias "Hong Xiaojian".

Looking at the system interface, the "unemployment insurance" amount of 20 had become 0.

Zhou Hong nodded. Fortunately, although it would probably take two or three days for the remittance to actually arrive in his account, the system had already determined that the remittance would be effective once it was sent.

Think about it, upgrading too quickly isn't good either, because many welfare benefits will require you to use them up within a certain period, which will make you scramble and overwhelmed.

Fortunately, if something like this happens again, we can just donate to Project Hope in China.

Of course, if you really want to do charity work, it's best to do it yourself, but I don't have the time or energy for it right now.

The phone rang suddenly; it was Xiao Bei.

"Young Master Hong, um, I'll go get your exclusive card right away. How about a 40% discount? Of course, it only applies to drinks, snacks, and private room fees." Xiao Bei was overjoyed. No matter how high the discount was, such a large sum of US dollars coming in, regardless of whether he got a commission, at least within the company, he would definitely stand tall right now. Being able to attract such a powerful client was a testament to his strength, wasn't it?

"Okay, thank you for your help!" Zhou Hong smiled.

"Oh, Mr. Hong, you're too kind. I'll deliver it to you in an hour!" Xiao Bei hung up the phone.

……

The recreation room is on the second floor, next to the gym.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the azure sea shimmered with a golden halo under the afterglow of the setting sun, a breathtaking view that inexplicably stirred up feelings of homesickness.

The two little girls, Papa Ya and Yuzuki Tika, were clearly not so sentimental. They were taking turns playing the dance machine, laughing and joking happily.

Both of them have a cute, girlish style, and they're wearing matching outfits.

They were all wearing snow-white halter-neck corsets, loose orange-red (pale yellow) casual khaki pants with many cute pockets, and pale green transparent ice cream sandals on their fair little feet.

They all wore high ponytails, looking charming and cute.

The pants were exactly the same style, only the colors were different. On her fair and delicate feet, Tissanthemum had pink nail polish on her toenails, while Papa Ya had no nail polish at all, looking very clean and pure.

Sony's DDR dance machine, $21000, just arrived. It was bought for the two little ones.

Sure enough, they were a little reserved at first, but they quickly became immersed in the moment, like two happy little elves dancing gracefully.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the sunset, Zhou Hong was lost in thought for a while before heading to the gym next door.

A few simple pieces of equipment, such as rowing machines, exercise bikes, and treadmills.

I glanced at the health bar next to "Physical Enlightenment": "1/1000".

I've basically figured out the pattern: you need to train for 24 hours to gain 1 experience point.

Is this definitely an upgrade system created by a human?

This system, apart from its incredibly generous benefits, is designed in a way that is utterly inhumane.

You need to train for 1000 24-hour periods to upgrade your "physical enlightenment".

Even if you train for 4 hours every day, it would still take 6000 days, nearly 17 years.

However, Zhou Hong gritted his teeth and decided that once this busy period was over, he would have to set aside four hours every day to work out.

Besides, the skills the system provides aren't even human-standard, are they?

Physical development training, with small red text on the side explaining, "All cellular standards are among the top 100% of professional athletes and individuals with special physical conditions worldwide."

In other words, physical improvement means a comprehensive improvement in physical fitness, including strength, speed, agility, and so on.

He ranks in the top 1% of professional athletes worldwide in any sporting competition.

For example, high jump, long jump, 100-meter marathon, javelin, discus, etc.

If a sporting achievement ranks in the top 1% of professional athletes worldwide, that's not anything special.

If all the results are like this, it would be terrifyingly abnormal. Many muscle groups in sports are completely different and can even have negative effects on each other. Now, I am progressing in all directions at the same time.

They almost seem inhuman.

So, what is the state when "Physical Enlightenment" is upgraded to "Elementary Physique"?

"Brother..." A sweet voice came from behind him. Zhou Hong turned around and saw Yuzuki Tika.

Zhou Hong immediately straightened his face. This cunning little woman becomes overly optimistic when given a little encouragement.

"Did you call me a pervert behind my back?!" Without Papa Ya around, and not afraid of scaring the child, Zhou Hong stared at Yuzuki Tika.

Yuzuki Tiffany's sweet, innocent face instantly turned deathly pale.

Zhou Hong was stunned. This emotion couldn't be faked. He hadn't expected that she was actually quite afraid of him deep down. Her obedient and ingratiating manner was just a cover-up.

"Don't say anything to scare Papa Ya in the future, or I'll deal with you!" Zhou Hong said sternly.

Yuzuki Tika lowered her head, her small body trembling uncontrollably, as if she were about to wet herself. Her voice trembled with fear, "Yes, yes, sir, I'm sorry... Gomenase! Gomenase! I won't do it again..."

Zhou Hong nodded, the big stick had worked well, and softened his voice, "Tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere to see if we can resolve your contract issues with the firm."

"Ah..." Yuzuki Tika was stunned for a moment, then secretly glanced at Zhou Hong. Seeing Zhou Hong glaring at her, she quickly looked away and whispered, "Thank you, brother."

Just then, Papaya's little head timidly peeked out from the doorway. It was clear that she had been playing and, seeing that no one was around, had come looking for her.

Zhou Hong sighed inwardly. Why did she seem like a particularly lonely kitten or puppy, needing companions or owners for company at all times?

Zhou Hong waved to her and said with a smile, "Ya Ya, don't you have any good friends at school? You can invite those you invited to the parties over."

Papa Ya shook her head timidly and lowered her head sadly.

Clearly, she has always been lonely.

Perhaps it's related to her mixed-race features. If she grew up in the countryside and didn't have a birth mother, she would definitely be ridiculed and ostracized.

It seems that throwing a party ultimately didn't turn out well.

Zhou Hong sighed, took two steps forward, and gently hugged her. "Alright, alright, from now on, I'm here. You won't be bullied anymore, and you won't suffer anymore, understand?"

"Mmm..." Papa Ya responded softly, sobbing gently in Zhou Hong's arms.

Yuzuki Tikko watched this scene with a hint of envy.

Just as Zhou Hong was about to speak again, his phone rang suddenly; it was his elder brother Ping's number.

Zhou Hong answered the call, then paused in surprise: "Huh? Sister Yu'er's father is sick?"