My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

"Holy crap! This kind of base can be built like this?"

"Quick, quick, build an airship! Bomb them!"

The cramped Storm computer room was filled with smoke, the sounds of keyboards clattering and mice clicking mingling with the shouts of three long-haired youths.

Two industrial fans were blowing loudly, barely suppressing the rising smell of tobacco and sweat in the room.

Chen Feng sat behind the cashier's counter by the door, his eyelids drooping, but he was in a state of extreme excitement.

These five computers haven't stopped working for even a minute since yesterday afternoon!

The three young men who made a good start booked the entire night, and later two more came and booked the night as well.

Even after their all-night session ended at 8 a.m. this morning, these people still refused to leave and renewed their subscription to continue playing.

There were even a few young people who rushed over after hearing the news. Since they didn't have any equipment, they moved a small stool to sit in the back and watched with great interest. They would point and comment from time to time, wishing they could go up and operate it themselves.

This was the state of internet cafes in 1998—a severe shortage of supply!

Chen Feng opened the drawer, took out the banknotes inside, and counted them.

Although most of them were small change of five or ten yuan, the solid feeling of holding this stack in your hand made you feel at ease.

"Four hundred and eighty..."

After counting the last card, Chen Feng took a deep breath.

Four hundred and eighty yuan in less than a day!

You should know that even if he worked himself to the bone at the cotton mill for a month, he would only earn a little over four hundred yuan, including the full attendance bonus.

Now, I've earned a month's salary in just one day!

This isn't opening a shop, this is robbing people!

And it's legal robbery!

"Brother Chen? Is it really your shop?"

Just as Chen Feng was immersed in the joy of counting money, a surprised female voice came from the doorway.

Chen Feng looked up and saw his neighbor Lin Meifeng standing at the door, holding a thermos in her hand, looking at the scene inside the house with a surprised expression.

"Meifeng? What brings you here?"

Chen Feng quickly stood up and stuffed the money in his hand into his pocket.

"I went to buy groceries this morning and heard from the neighbors that a Storm Computer Store had opened here. The owner looked like you, so I came to take a look."

Lin Meifeng walked into the room, her almond-shaped eyes darting around Chen Feng before finally settling on his bulging trouser pockets, a hint of something else in her gaze.

"I didn't expect you to be so capable, Brother Chen. You became a boss so quietly. This business looks... quite successful!"

Looking at the room full of people, and the few people queuing up to board the plane, Lin Meifeng was secretly surprised.

I used to think Chen Feng was just an honest, unassuming worker, but I never expected him to become so decisive after getting divorced.

"Hey, just trying to make a living."

Chen Feng smiled modestly, then handed her a bottle of chilled cola, saying, "Girl, have some water, it's hot in here."

Lin Meifeng took the Coke, her fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing against Chen Feng's palm, two blushes rising on her face: "Brother Chen, you're too kind. Um... you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I made some congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and brought some for you."

As she spoke, she placed the thermos on the table and bent down to unscrew the lid.

With that bend over, the already precarious collar opened wide.

Chen Feng only needed to lower his head slightly to see large patches of snow-white, smooth flesh, and even a tiny black mole in the deep cleavage.

Chen Xiaotian, sitting in the corner munching on bread, rolled his eyes as he ate.

Wow, this widow Lin is really aggressive!

[Look at the way she's looking at him, it's practically drooling. When Dad was poor, she was polite, but she kept her distance. Now that Dad's shop is doing well, probably earning more in a day than she does selling vegetables for a month, she can't resist anymore?]

[Reality, that's reality. But Widow Lin is certainly well-endowed. Look at that buttocks; when she sits on that little stool, the flesh is practically overflowing. If... ahem, don't look, don't look.]

But Dad really needs help right now. Working 24/7 like this is too much even for an iron man. If Dad collapses from exhaustion, what will become of me, this rich kid?

Chen Feng calmly withdrew his gaze, but a surge of excitement welled up inside him.

When a man has money, he stands tall and proud.

Although Lin Meifeng had treated him well before, she was never as enthusiastic and proactive as she is today.

"Thanks, sister. I was just hungry." Chen Feng didn't stand on ceremony, picked up the porridge and took a sip. It tasted really good.

Lin Meifeng sat beside him watching him eat, not minding the noise in the room. Instead, she would occasionally take a tissue to wipe Chen Feng's sweat, her actions as natural as those of a married couple.

After seeing off the reluctant Lin Meifeng, Chen Feng felt his eyelids grow even heavier.

Indeed, making money is great, but health is the foundation of everything.

"Dad, you've been up for a whole day and night, your eyes are all dark." Chen Xiaotian leaned over and said, pretending to be concerned.

"It's okay, Dad's happy." Chen Feng rubbed his son's head.

"That won't work either." Chen Xiaotian blinked. "Dad, why don't you find someone to help watch the shop? I think Uncle is unemployed at home. He's an honest man. If he helps watch the shop at night, you can get a good night's sleep."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

Uncle Li Zhicheng?

That was a distant cousin of his. He was indeed honest and simple-minded, a good worker, but not very bright. He had just returned from the construction site a while ago and had been idle ever since.

Yes! It's Uncle Zhicheng! He's an absolutely loyal subject!

[After my father became paralyzed in my past life, all the relatives avoided him. Only my cousin Zhicheng would come every few days to bring him some rice and noodles, and even carry my father to the hospital.]

[Hiring him to manage the shop, paying him 600 yuan a month, he'd be ecstatic. Besides, at that time, internet cafe cashiering didn't require much skill; it was just keeping track of time and collecting money, so there was no worry about him not being able to learn.]

[By handing over the night shift to him, Dad can free up his hands to make more money and expand!]

Hearing his son mention his past life, Chen Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his eyes welled up with tears.

It turns out that my seemingly silly cousin is actually very loyal to me.

Now that I've made it big in this life, I certainly can't treat him unfairly.

"Okay! I'll listen to my son!" Chen Feng immediately decided. "I'll call your uncle right now and have him come work!"

Chen Feng picked up the landline on the table—which he had specially installed for his internet cafe—and dialed his cousin's number.

Upon hearing that he would receive 600 yuan a month, plus meals, Li Zhicheng was so excited that he could hardly speak and wished he could fly over immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng looked at the room full of computers, and the urge to expand grew stronger in his mind.

You make so much money with just five computers, what about fifty? Or five hundred?

This money is endless, you can never earn it all!