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

    "Mr. Fang, please spare me, I really just had a moment of madness." After hearing what Fang Jueyu said, Zhang Jingzhong felt half of his heart turn cold.


    It was no problem for him to leave the film industry. He was almost fifty years old now, and his decades-long career as a director had already amassed a fortune enough for his extravagant retirement.


    But if he had to turn himself in, with Fang Jueyu's temper and methods, there was no chance of any under-the-table operations, wouldn't that mean spending years in jail?


    You have to know, in prison, there is a type of criminal looked down upon the most: sexual offenders. Even though he only attempted, he would receive no different treatment, and it was imaginable how miserable he would be inside.


Chapter 279: Is 30 Million A Lot?