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

"You want to invite me to play Counter-Strike?"

In the morning, Da Pang looked at Zhou Hong, who had woken up very early and had a serious expression on his face, as if he were a monster.

Today is Saturday, so there are no language classes.

"Are you running a fever?" He reached out to touch Zhou Hong's forehead.

"Get out!" Zhou Hong slapped his hand away.

"It's alright, I understand, you don't need to treat me!" The fat man's expression turned serious. "I'll help you figure something out."

What? Zhou Hong was confused, then suddenly remembered what Da Pang had talked about with him last night about the language class tuition increasing.

"That's really not it!" Zhou Hong said helplessly, thinking that this guy was pretty good. In the past, when he was eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables, he would often bring him a meal from the cafeteria.

Last night, they even offered to lend me money for my tuition. In today's society, the only people who would offer to lend you money, besides scammers, are your best family and friends.

Now that I have some money, I'll treat you to a proper meal.

Give him two computers to play Counter-Strike, one for playing and the other for watching videos.

"Today, Bin Baiwan is treating everyone to a big meal at a really nice restaurant. He's inviting all the guys from his dorm and ours," Big Fatty said with a smile. "But I'm not going to join in on that kind of thing. I already made plans with my relatives to visit my great-uncle today."

"Alright! Then another day!" Zhou Hong patted the fat man's shoulder, just as his phone rang, and he went to answer it.

……

I strolled around the shopping street and bought many items I had long dreamed of, such as a Sony laptop with an extremely vibrant screen, Motorola's latest flagship phone, and so on.

But after all that spending, he only spent two or three thousand dollars, which was far, far away from his goal of "spending two hundred thousand dollars".

After having lunch outside, Zhou Hong returned to Villa No. 1.

Aunt Liu came up to greet them, asking about their well-being.

In the servants' room, Papa Ya peeked out with her little head.

Seeing the puzzled look on Zhou Hong's face, Aunt Liu explained softly, "Sir, please take your time. I didn't force her to come with me to greet you."

Zhou Hong shook his head: "You misunderstood. What I meant was that there are quite a few bedrooms, and the guest rooms are bigger than this servant's room."

Aunt Liu said in a low voice, "Maybe the smaller bedroom makes her feel safer. Miss Papa Ya chose it herself. I feel she's too lonely."

"Hmm, how about throwing her a housewarming party? Invite some of her friends over? Is that a local custom?" Zhou Hong casually suggested.

"Alright, this afternoon then. The children don't have classes on Saturday. I'll ask Miss Papa Ya who she'd like to invite, and I'll coordinate with the resort to arrange a car to pick them up."

Looking at Liu Sao's excited face, Zhou Hong remained silent. He had just said something on a whim, but Liu Sao was indeed an impatient person and probably really loved Papa Ya.

"However, isn't this a bit problematic? She and her friends are old enough to understand a lot, and her usual living environment..."

Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Sir, I understand what you mean. You just don't understand the rural mindset here. Her friends and even her parents are all envious of her living in such a luxurious villa. Nobody will gossip! Of course, the fact that you can spend a little more money at this party is even more of a boost for Miss Papa Ya's reputation!"

"Ah, in that case..." Zhou Hong thought to himself, feeling a pang of regret. The money he gave to Papa Ya was spent through the relief reimbursement channel. Only after the relief reimbursement limit was exhausted could he get his own money and use it to pay for "unemployment insurance".

"We still have $2 in cash at this counter, so let's make it a budget of $1, right? How many people can we hire?" Zhou Hong asked, calculating.

Huh? Mrs. Liu was dumbfounded, thinking to herself, sir, you mean "spend a little more money"? That doesn't seem to be the same concept as what I meant by "spend a little more money".

Seeing Liu Sao's expression, Zhou Hong immediately realized what was going on.

Actually, it's because I'm not used to using US dollars. Subconsciously, I'm still spending RMB. And because of this dream, I haven't completely shaken off this mindset. In a subconscious, thoughtless remark, I have a misunderstanding of the current concept of RMB. In my dream, twenty years from now, in this kind of villa environment, 1 RMB can host a nice party for a dozen people, even if it's just inviting friends.

However, it doesn't matter since it's all about unlocking the questline to rescue Papa Ya anyway.

"You go and make the arrangements. I'm going out for a walk."

Firstly, with his own financial backer around, the kids would probably be too reserved, which would also confirm some of the speculations made by these precocious children; secondly, it would be a good opportunity to check out the real estate market, and since there were still a few days left, the "unemployment insurance" should be spent wisely.

"Sir, I think it would be even better if you were here. With your great image, Miss Papa Ya's friends would all be envious," Aunt Liu said cautiously from the side.

"Forget it! I won't participate." It seems that Aunt Liu has long been assimilated by the locals, and her brain circuits are very different from mine.

After putting down his laptop upstairs, Zhou Hong prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Papa Ya, with red-rimmed eyes, was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. "Brother, thank you!"

Clearly, Aunt Liu had told her about the party she was going to throw for her later.

"May you live a happy life from now on..." Zhou Hong looked at the cute and pure mixed-race beauty in front of him in a blue and white school uniform dress. He couldn't help but want to pat her head, but he held back. Her brown single ponytail was slightly tilted like an anime girl. She was as cute as could be, but it seemed that girls of this age didn't like being patted on the head, so he decided against it.

"Hmm..." Papa Ya nodded gently.

Zhou Hong strolled out, but being relied upon by this beautiful mixed-race girl, feeling her lingering gaze behind him, filled him with contentment.

……

I strolled around the shopping street in the afternoon and felt that it's better to spend money to go to Bangkok. It's only about 20 kilometers away, and the river mouth can be considered a satellite city of Bangkok.

I returned to the language class apartment at dusk, but I feel like I can sleep in my own big villa tomorrow.

Especially after receiving a call from Aunt Liu saying that Papa Ya was having a great time, it was clear that Papa Ya didn't have many friends and seemed quite lonely. She missed you, but didn't dare to say it out loud.

The party ended a little early.

"Zhou Hong, why haven't you been to class these past two days? Are you really sad?" The fat man sat on Zhou Hong's bed, forcing Zhou Hong, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, to open them.

Zhou Hong was helpless. However, to outsiders, it seemed that Liu Ying, the "green tea b*tch," had just dumped him, and he was already skipping classes. This only confirmed that he was heartbroken and didn't even have the courage to attend classes with Liu Ying.

Although I used to work several illegal jobs, I never missed my classes. I knew what was fundamental to my future development.

Just as I was about to speak, my phone rang; it was Aunt Liu again.

"Sir, are you busy? Could you come back for a moment?"

Zhou Hong was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"It's hard to explain over the phone. Are you... are you very busy?" Aunt Liu said hesitantly.

"I'm going back right now!" Zhou Hong sat up and patted Da Pang's shoulder: "Da Pang, it's not what you think. I'll explain it to you in detail when I have time."