Sweet Western Treasure

Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. 
A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome.
“The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.”
“The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.”
“Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.”
The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. 
China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

The Young Matriarch

As Director Li hesitated, a new message came from the other side, which still showed no signs of compromise, so infuriating it would make one's blood boil—way too arrogant.


[Your Ancestor: Just to save you future regret, I'll give you a piece of advice, 60 million is definitely a fair price.]


Xue Qiu felt it was truly a kind-hearted hamster. If it had been the ancestor, it would have been a case of take it or leave it—and if not, get lost. Any regret in the future would have nothing to do with her.


Director Li couldn't help but laugh and cry at these words.


That was 60 million after all, not just 600 bucks. And what did they mean by future regret? What would he have to regret so intensely?


No matter how excellent the continuation of the work was, it still couldn't escape from being "a continuation."


Xue Qiu sighed and continued to press on the palmtop computer.


Chapter 704: Is Bai Chuwei a Descendant of Mr. Bai?