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

    "Young master, I'm back. I've taken care of everything!" A few minutes later, Gu Yi returned to Fang Jueyu's side.


From asset valuation to fund transfer, it took less than ten minutes in total. Fang Jueyu was astounded by the efficiency of his subordinates.


"Don't show up in front of me. I don't want to see you right now!" Fang Jueyu feared he might lose his temper and hit Gu Yi, but even if Gu Yi stood still and took it, he'd only hurt himself. It was better not to see him at all.


A look of grievance appeared on Gu Yi's face. He had clearly helped Fang Jueyu increase his assets significantly. Why was Fang Jueyu giving him attitude?


But he didn't dare ask. After all, he was just Fang Jueyu's personal bodyguard. Like a shadow, he vanished into the darkness again.


"Young master, I've got good news for you!" Zhuang Ying seemed to have received some information.


"What's up?" Fang Jueyu asked, wearing a long face. There was no good news that could make him happy anymore.


Chapter 62: Sending Off the Wealth-Bringing Child