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

    "Commander, there were only three minutes left until the gamma-ray levels reached their maximum!" In Fang Jueyu's Academician Workstation, the atmosphere had already reached its peak tension.


    "Long Ting, is everyone deployed?" The commander's expression was grave; this workstation had practically become a command center.


    "Commander, the deployment is complete. No matter where they descend from, our fighters and personnel can arrive immediately."


    "Fang, you have to make it on time. All we can do is buy you some time..."


    "Xiao Yi, how long do we have left?" Fang Jueyu was as anxious as ants on a hot pan; the invaders had reached Earth two days earlier than calculated.


    "Host, approximately an hour and twenty minutes!"


    "Damn it, starting a live stream! Making money—almost delayed the important things!" At this moment, Fang Jueyu regretted every minute wasted on trivial matters.


Chapter 592: The Belated Apology