The next morning, inside a villa in the Upper West Side.
Wang Jian slowly finished his breakfast, prepared by three Latino maids.
On one hand, this was because the maids wanted to please their new master and had specially learned how to cook Chinese dishes.
On the other hand, Wang Jian wasn't too keen on going to the office to face his readers.
After all, he was a nationally renowned bestselling author and had certain idol burdens to bear.
Thinking about his other works, filled with either bizarre, novel, or shocking storylines beyond "I'm a Great Mage," and then looking at "I'm Too Rich"...
"It feels like suddenly falling from an Oscar-winning actor to the king of bad movies."
"Mr. Wang, what would you like for dinner?" asked the head maid, who had just received her salary, in a pleasing tone.
"Anything is fine," Wang Jian replied as he wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up.
He then hesitantly walked out of the villa, heading towards his office in Flushing.