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

On the soft sofa, Zhou Hong edited a text message to send to Madam Wu. He insisted on the deal and asked Madam Wu to act as an intermediary, which was extremely difficult. If he worded it slightly wrong, Madam Wu would reply "get lost" and the deal would fall through.

If the funds consumed by the system can be spent in China, that would be ideal.

After sending a text message, I also sent an email to that "expert," wanting to find out more about him.

Hmm? Zhou Hong turned his head and looked at Liu Ying, who had just taken a bath and had a resentful expression on her face.

She was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder, but she has now washed herself thoroughly.

She was wet and glistening like a lotus emerging from the water. Her slender figure was wrapped in a light red plaid nightgown, making her small frame appear even softer. Her bare, snow-white feet were shod in crystal slippers, and her toenails were painted with silver polish, making her very alluring.

Zhou Hong secretly smiled, thinking that the scene just now was really funny.

Liu Ying gently bit her red lips: "You don't treat me like a human being at all. I'm just your toy, aren't I?"

Zhou Hong didn't say much, but held out a hand, "Help me trim my nails! It feels a bit uncomfortable when I'm typing, like they're 0.1 millimeters longer than my comfort zone."

Liu Ying bit her lip. "You knew you were playing me again. I've seen that movie. Are you trying to tell me I'm old enough to be your mother..."

Zhou Hong was taken aback. It seemed to be a similar plot. He hadn't seen the movie she was talking about, but the general idea was similar.

"But being played by you isn't a big deal. At least I can play a role by your side!" Liu Ying pulled out a whole set of grooming supplies from the bedside table drawer and sighed, "Am I even worthy of using them?"

Zhou Hong smiled. Actually, all the items were prepared by the "flowers," and he didn't even know what brands or prices they were.

Liu Ying gently sat down next to Zhou Hong and carefully trimmed his nails.

Zhou Hong then handed her his left hand and started typing on the keyboard with his right.

But Liu Ying's words kept echoing in his mind. This little girl really saw things clearly. It seemed that he had indeed treated her as a toy to provide emotional value, otherwise he would have told her to get lost long ago.

My left hand felt ticklish and comfortable from her playing with it. As I looked down, I caught a glimpse of her snow-white feet with shiny silver toenail polish right next to me. On a whim, I reached out my right hand and gently took her tiny snow-white feet in my hands.

Liu Ying trembled slightly, but said nothing and continued trimming Zhou Hong's nails.

She only stopped when Zhou Hong made a move to withdraw his hand.

"Come here..." Zhou Hong beckoned to her, and Liu Ying, who had finished tidying up her trimming supplies, obediently came back. Zhou Hong patted his thigh, "Come..."

Liu Ying was extremely surprised, and Xinghua's eyes were filled with disbelief and flattery. Then, she obediently and carefully sat on Zhou Hong's lap.

"It smells quite nice..." Zhou Hong smiled, pinching her delicate chin and turning her pretty face towards him. This aggressive behavior seemed to really arouse a man's instincts, and Zhou Hong felt a fire gradually rising in his heart.

Liu Ying's delicate and timid face, even if it's an act, would inspire any man to want to conquer her.

Zhou Hong then pulled her into his arms. Hmm, she was incredibly soft, and the touch was exceptionally comfortable.

Some girls may not be the most beautiful, but they have their own unique strengths.

Looking at Liu Ying's bewildered, pretty face, Zhou Hong smiled and said, "Little green tea."

"Hmm, I'm your little green tea..." Liu Ying murmured, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief, as if it were a magical dream.

She moved cautiously, trying to find the most comfortable position for Zhou Hong. Suddenly, she let out a shocked "Ah!" in a trembling, seductive voice, as if she were about to cry.

Although Liu Ying is over 1.6 meters tall, she was instantly wrapped up tightly in Zhou Hong's arms, looking like a giant and a child.

"Do you think I like you or not?" Zhou Hong asked, embracing her and gently measuring her with his hand.

"What does it matter whether I like you or not? People like me are destined to be lucky enough to meet you, or if I'm unlucky..."

A hint of sadness flashed in Liu Ying's eyes, then she smiled charmingly, "I know what you like..."

Those snow-white little feet, painted with silver nail polish, slowly moved up from Zhou Hong's knees.

Zhou Hong felt a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation as the waves, which moved as gracefully as playing the piano, touched him. He let out a long breath and then gently pushed her.

Liu Ying seemed to understand immediately, slowly sliding down from the sofa and kneeling between Zhou Hong's legs. She slowly raised her delicate and pretty face, which also had charming peach blossom eyes, and gently brought her red lips to his...

……

When the Fifth Madam called, Zhou Hong was walking up the stairs of the language class student dormitory.

"You've talked to Xin, haven't you?" Fifth Madam clearly thought that this brat had been fooled by that old fox Xin.

"Yes, we've actually been communicating online for a long time, and only recently started contacting each other by phone." Zhou Hong paused here, "Actually, it's similar to you, Madam. Although we've met in person, haven't we always been in a state of spiritual communication?"

There was sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

"Madam, what's wrong?" Zhou Hong asked.

"Zhou Hong, I'm giving you a serious warning today: if your Thai isn't standard, then you should study properly in a language class. If you keep using words carelessly, I really will kill you!" *Click*, the Fifth Madam hung up the phone.

? ? ? ? ?

What's wrong with you now?

Oh, really?

Is it the word "spiritual communion"? Hey, what kind of local slang did you translate this into?!

I'll fuck your grandpa!

Zhou Hong gritted his teeth; at this moment, he really had the urge to tear the system apart!

Suddenly, a cheer erupted as Zhou Hongzheng pushed open the apartment door and entered. Little Fatty, Wang Chali, and his roommate from the opposite bedroom were all waiting for him and gathered around, asking him a barrage of questions.

"Zhou Hong, you and Liu Ying got back together?"

"Wow, you're amazing! You snatched food from Bin Baiwan's mouth like a tiger!!"

"No, no, you have to talk to me properly!" The chubby boy put his arm around Zhou Hong's shoulder and pulled him toward the bedroom.

Wang Chali watched all of this with an understanding, but he didn't tell anyone that Zhou Hong had helped him pay his tuition.

Zhou Hong drives a Porsche Cayenne, which is worth more than Bin's entire family's assets of one million, so he keeps this kind of thing to himself.

Since entering the language class, Zhou Hong has been doing all sorts of illegal jobs. He is a model of hard work and struggle for the poor. People must have their own reasons. Now that he has helped me a lot, I would rather expose his secret. Is that even human?

"No, no, we can't leave, we need to know too!" Zhou Hong's two roommates from the dorm across the hall grabbed his arms and wouldn't let go.

"Let's change the subject. I'll treat you to a big celebration in a few days!" Zhou Hong shoved away the fat man who was trying to wrap his arms around his neck, saying, "Get lost!"

Everyone cheered, except for Fatty, who looked miserable. "Brother, Brother Hong, take our little brother with you to Da Huan Xi!"

With a pleading look on her face, she followed Zhou Hong into the house. Zhou Hong lay down on the bed fully clothed and picked up the notebook next to him and opened it.

"Wow, Zhou Hong, your watch is really beautiful!" Big Fatty exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent.

Although Zhou Hong was somewhat "afraid" to return to Villa No. 1, even if he flew back, he would often stay at the dormitory here.

This place is like a tranquil harbor, allowing him to maintain his original aspirations and prevent him from developing the arrogant mentality of a nouveau riche.

But because I fly back, I sleep very late and wake up very early, so I rarely interact with my roommates.

Actually, it was like this before, but back then we worked from dawn till dusk doing illegal jobs, now we fly in.

The fat guy and the like naturally wouldn't notice the watch Zhou Hong frequently changed.

This watch isn't from the Paris Opera House; it's just a random find I picked up during a "street shopping day." I collect a bunch of them, and I have over twenty entry-level models in similar price range at home. The one I'm wearing now is the original green Submariner, which costs around 5 RMB in the mainland market.

The original plan was to pass it on to Beckham to "settle the bill" during the White House season, but he didn't go to Super 5, so the bill wasn't settled.

Upon hearing the fat man's question, Zhou Hong smiled and was about to speak when suddenly he uttered a "hmm?" sound. It was from his inbox that the "expert" had sent an email.

"The Fifth Madam asked me to help you coordinate. She agreed to act as a middleman and receive a two percent commission."

Zhou Hong was speechless. It was obvious that the Fifth Madam was still resentful and was preparing to trap him. "If you want to fall into the trap, then so be it. I'll be your middleman and I'll make sure you get screwed over, you little rascal."

Thankfully, they didn't call in a gunman to kill me, which means they still have some affection for me.

It also shows that if you don't treat family assets as money, you're hurting yourself, but you're not destroying yourself.

The problem is, this is exactly what I wanted.

The Fifth Madam's trap was definitely not set by someone like Xin to trap her; she was just facilitating this deal so that she would regret it later.

In addition, they cheated me out of the 2% commission I had agreed to.

"Isn't that a sure thing?" Zhou Hong thought smugly, typing a reply to the email: "Please thank you for me, Madam. Let's arrange a time and place to meet!"

You could practically feel the speechless expression on the other side of the screen. You're thanking me? You've been sold out and you're still helping to count the money?

In reality, he had started to connect with the top circles of Xiangguo by borrowing money from the Tongzi. His seemingly unwise investment could actually help many powerful figures in the "Xin" faction get out of trouble.

Why not? After all, I'm still in the officialdom of Xiang Kingdom. The more powerful and influential people I befriend, the higher I can climb.

Moreover, it's not like we're really going to suffer a loss. "Zhengtai Plaza" will be a hot commodity in the future. With the economic boom in China, Donghai's assets will increase in value tenfold or even dozens of times.

Especially for large-scale real estate in such prime locations, owning it a few years later would be a pipe dream; without government intervention, it would be extremely difficult.

As the only employee in the system, I'm not really interested in reaping future benefits, but since I've encountered this situation, I'll just go with the flow.