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"How much is 'a little bit'?" Shen Zhiyi asked.

Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Yifan, her gaze filled with a serious determination to get to the bottom of things.

She already sensed something was wrong when she heard the words "a little bit". Based on her understanding of Zhang Yifan, he never spoke without thinking, but he never spoke without purpose.

Zhang Yifan coughed lightly.

He originally wanted to use the phrase "a tiny bit" to lightly steer the conversation away, but Shen Zhiyi didn't give him a chance to get away with it.

He took a sip of water, placed the glass on the coffee table, and said in a tone that said, "Don't be too surprised if I tell you," that it was only 10%, making him the third largest shareholder of the rice company, a small shareholder with little say.

The living room was silent for about three seconds.

Zong Wen broke the silence first. He took out his phone and tapped the screen rapidly while muttering "Dami Technology," "market value," and "shareholders."

Then his fingers stopped, his eyes stared straight at the string of numbers that popped up on the screen, his mouth opened little by little, and he looked like a statue that had suddenly turned to stone.

After several seconds, he suddenly looked up and exclaimed in a voice like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Dami Technology's market value is over 200 billion! 10% is... over 20 billion! Brother Fan, you're now worth over 20 billion???"

Zong Wen turned his phone screen over to show Shen Zhiyi. Shen Zhiyi glanced down at it, then looked up at Zhang Yifan. Her expression changed from serious to shocked, and then from shocked to enlightened.

She had been wondering what "a little bit" meant, but now she finally understood.

That person didn't say "a little bit," they said "a hundred million bits!"

Moreover, the 20 billion yuan only includes the shares of Dami Technology, not the No. 1 villa, the two Land Rovers, or the Bitcoin he just casually mentioned.

She suddenly realized that when she asked "how much is a little bit?", she really wasn't mentally prepared.

Zong Wen threw his phone onto the sofa and slid off.

With an extremely fluid movement, he transitioned from standing to kneeling, clasping his hands in a fist and displaying a devout expression.

His tone carried a calmness born of profound understanding:

"Brother Fan, I was just being pretentious with what I said before."

I've thought about it for a long time. It's true that hard work is important, but some things, if you're not born with them, are truly gone forever.

I've decided to change my way of living.

Zhang Yifan rolled his eyes: "Speak like a human being."

Zong Wen raised his head, his eyes clear and firm: "Godfather, I don't want to try anymore."

Zhang Yifan felt his fist harden again.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to kick the person, and then picked up his water glass and took a sip.

He decided not to stoop to Zong Wen's level, after all, he had already personally verified this man's bottom line at the 4S store.

That thing simply doesn't exist on him!

Shen Zhiyi sat on the sofa, looking at Zhang Yifan's profile.

He wasn't showing off or being smug; in fact, his tone even carried a hint of helplessness, as if he wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.

Every word he said was true, but each truth refreshed her understanding of him once again.

The No. 1 villa in Yujingyuan, ranked first in the province, is worth over 20 billion yuan...

These labels would be enough to make anyone look up to them, but they are all concentrated on the same person, who is sitting across from her right now, holding a glass of water, and calmly joking with them.

She suddenly felt a strange emotion she had never experienced before—a subtle sense of crisis.

For the first time, she, who had always been confident, felt that she needed to work harder so that she could stand by his side with a clear conscience.

But this feeling only lingered in her mind for a moment before being replaced by another, more powerful thought.

No wonder he's the one she's set her sights on.

She also needs to become more outstanding; she can't just be a pretty face.

She wanted everyone to know that Shen Zhiyi, standing next to Zhang Yifan, was just as worthy of him!

She wants to set a small goal...

Just then, Zhang Yifan's phone rang.

He answered the phone; it was the housekeeper, Old Zhou, saying that a young woman surnamed Tang had come to visit and claimed to be his friend.

Zhang Yifan said yes, please help me bring her in.

Tang Xiaonuan's mouth was agape the moment the housekeeper led her into the villa.

As she walked into the living room on the first floor and looked up at the three-tiered crystal chandelier on the ceiling, only one thought kept running through her mind—this is Fan Ge's house?

She initially thought Shen Zhiyi was joking when she sent the message "Come to Yujingyuan Villa No. 1 to celebrate," but the housekeeper actually led her in.

She sat on the sofa, ran her hand over the leather, and then looked at the neatly manicured private garden outside the French windows. A question arose in her mind that was exactly the same as Zong Wen's before.

However, she was unaware of Zhang Yifan's past and did not know that he had been willing to be a sycophant and couldn't even afford twenty yuan a day.

So she quickly accepted the fact that Zhang Yifan was very rich and thought that Zhang Yifan had been really low-key before.

After receiving the package, she excitedly began to tour the living room, touching and looking at everything.

She ran to the French windows, exclaimed "Wow!" at the lawn outside, and said that the lawn was bigger than her living room.

He ran up to the grand piano, reached out to touch it but then pulled his hand back, turning to Shen Zhiyi and asking, "Is this piano real?"

Shen Zhiyi nodded: "Really, I've played it, the tone is very good."

Zong Wen suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Zhang Yifan: "Brother Fan, you're so rich now... do your aunt and uncle know?"

Zhang Yifan was stunned for a moment.

He had indeed thought about this question, but hadn't figured out how to answer it.

He leaned back on the sofa armrest and said truthfully, "I haven't told them yet. After all, having so much money all at once is just too shocking."

Even if I tell them, they might not believe me. They might even think I've done something illegal or disorderly.

So I plan to take it step by step and let them gradually accept it.

Zongwen pressed further, "What's the plan?"

He had thought about this problem for a long time.

It's not about whether to say it or not, but how to say it.

His dad was still bragging to the neighbors at the entrance of Ronggui Snack Shop yesterday about being number one in the province, while his mom was still worrying about the price of vegetables at the shop next month.

If you tell them that they actually have a son worth 20 billion, how will they react?

The first reaction is probably not happiness, but fear.

Therefore, he needs a safe, gradual approach that his parents can slowly accept.

"The first step is to start a company."

Zhang Yifan said.