The Ninth Beauty

One day, Fang Jueyu was called into the study by his parents.
Fang Father: "Son, you've turned 20 this year, and it's time to tell you some things!"
Fang Jueyu: "What is it? You're not going to suddenly tell me you're a wealthy man, are you?"
Fang Father is surprised: "You already know?"
Fang Jueyu: "What? Really? I was just saying that."
Fang Father: "However, that's not the point. Today, I am going to pass on our family's heirloom that has been handed down from generation to generation to you!"
From then on, Fang Jueyu's life underwent a dramatic change.
What? You want to talk to me about antiques and calligraphy paintings? Do you want Wang Xizhi's calligraphy or Zheng Banqiao's paintings? Oh, right, Van Gogh even gifted my great-great-great-grandfather a painting!
Why, you ask? Because it was my ancestors who funded their education!
You want to talk to me about sports cars? Are you talking about Lamborghini, Ferrari, or the Bugatti Veyron? I hold shares in those companies, and I'm even the largest shareholder!
What? Your family owns a mine? Sorry, but many of the gold and diamond mines in Africa are ours too!

Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

    "Quite a crowd!" Outside the Thunder Technology classroom, it was already standing room only. The presentation was over, and the intense interview process had begun inside the room. Everyone was pacing around with their thick resumes.  


    Some people were whispering to themselves, possibly preparing their self-introductions, while others were cramming some professional knowledge, and some were using this short time to quickly understand the company's games and products.  


    Fang Jueyu suddenly felt like an emperor on a disguised inspection tour; everywhere his subjects surrounded him, yet no one recognized him.  


    He blended into the group awaiting interviews, his eyes darting around. He was dumbfounded by some of the achievements on these resumes, like 985 and 211 top schools, which were practically the minimum threshold. Even those from non-elite schools at least had a master's degree.  


    First prize in the National Robotics Competition!  


Chapter 104: I'll Be the Interviewer