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

    "You've got quite some taste!" The two sat across from each other at a luxurious Nordic-style marble table, where the tableware was already set.


    "This wasn't my doing, all arranged by my personal assistant. I just moved in with a single suitcase!"


    "Forget what I just said!" Wang Cong was already raring to go, "By the way, remember what we talked about last night? If you couldn't deliver the Italian Alba White Truffle and Almas Caviar, you'd have to livestream doing a handstand while pooping tonight!"


    Wang Cong seemed to already have the scene in his mind. "Don't worry, I'll definitely help get your video recommended on popular pages and even add a few panda 'hahaha' stickers for you!"


    "You might be disappointed!" Fang Jueyu smiled slightly. He pressed a small button on the side of the table, and several chefs pushed in carts from outside the door.


Chapter 53: I Eat Like This Every Meal