Chapter 3: Is My Family Really That Rich?

Su Mu felt that his brain wasn't working quite right.

Could it be true, as Dad had said, that their family was really wealthy?

Were the things Dad talked about, like the shareholders' meeting and the company going public, real?

But if that was the case, shouldn't he and his parents have been living in that two-bedroom suite for so many years?

Clutching his phone, Su Mu was somewhat stunned.

"Student Su, your dad must have transferred some money to you, right?"

Standing in the lobby of the Kaiman Hotel for so long just wasn't right.

Su Mu didn't take the headwaiter's kind suggestion to go and rest in the lounge, and instead continued to stand in the lobby.

The headwaiter had seen Su Mu's phone ring, and it seemed like Su Mu had opened a message.

The headwaiter guessed that a boss who could hold a shareholders' meeting about going public must hold a high status.

And the amount of money he'd send to his son wouldn't be small.

Moreover, Su Mu clearly stated over the phone that what he had broken was an antique.

Anything labeled an antique must surely be very valuable.

"He did."

Su Mu was completely shocked by the amount his dad had sent over and blankly responded to the headwaiter.

"So how much money did your dad transfer to you?"

The headwaiter figured it had to be at least over a million, right?

"My dad sent me thirty million."

As if still not quite believing it, Su Mu showed his phone to the headwaiter, asking for help to confirm whether he was dreaming.

"Really, thirty million, Student Su, your dad is very generous indeed."

The antique broken by Su Mu was worth ten million.

Yet Su Mu's dad had directly transferred thirty million over.

What was this strategy?

Was the extra twenty million meant as pocket money for Su Mu?

Or did Su Mu's dad think his son should have some extra "spending money" on hand so that if he encountered such small matters again, Su Mu could resolve them directly himself?

"It seems Mr. Su really was too busy holding a shareholders' meeting to deal with this trifle."

The headwaiter's enthusiasm shot up a notch.

Now the headwaiter was even prouder of his ability to judge people; he knew from the first glimpse of Su Mu that this young man was no ordinary person.

The middle-aged man was shocked to learn that Su Mu's dad had casually parted with thirty million.

And with what Su Mu mentioned, that his dad was discussing the company going public with shareholders.

The man knew that the companies in Huadong City eligible for going public could be counted on one hand.

He became even more curious about Su Mu's dad.

However, Su Mu himself wasn't clear about the actual situation of his family and dealt with the middle-aged man's inquiries with vague responses.

After agreeing on a compensation scheme, the middle-aged man also showed the appraisal documents for the antique, as well as the invoice from when he had purchased it.

The middle-aged man felt that he should really meet Su Mu's dad.

Because Su Mu's dad might be an important big shot in Huadong City.

Such an opportunity to meet a big shot was something the middle-aged man thought he'd never come across usually.

Now that the chance had arisen, it would be too regrettable not to take it.

The middle-aged man even thought that if the young man before him truly was the son of some major figure,

then the antique worth ten million that got broken was just broken—he'd consider it a meeting gift for the mysterious big shot behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, Su Mu himself had no idea where his dad had gotten the thirty million to give him.

Of course, Su Mu couldn't possibly introduce the middle-aged man to his dad.

He had already decided, once he had dealt with the antique situation, to take a day off and head home to understand just what was going on from his dad.

Because the ten million yuan couldn't be transferred directly through WeChat, Su Mu asked the middle-aged man to leave an account number for him.

The middle-aged man, trusting in Su Mu's family background, didn't say anything superfluous, nor did he call the police or make any record of the incident.

He simply left his name and account number and departed.

In the middle-aged man's mind, families that could casually transfer thirty million yuan to their son wouldn't possibly default on a measly ten million of his, right?

The matter seemed to be resolved, and a huge weight was lifted from Su Mu's heart.

Looking at the box on the ground and the fragments of antiques that had spilled out, Su Mu bent down, intending to clean them up first.

One must see things through to the end, and now that Su Mu was wealthy, he still wanted to finish up the task at hand properly.

"Student Su, there's no need for you to handle these minor tasks yourself."

"Look, you've been standing here for such a long time; if you were to get heatstroke or something, I couldn't explain it to Mr. Su."

The supervisor hastily took the box from Su Mu's hands, summoning two waiters who were standing by the lobby to gather up the box and the fragments from the ground.

Su Mu looked at the supervisor somewhat blankly; this was part of his job, after all.

Moreover, was the supervisor that familiar with his father?

How could he say he couldn't explain it to his old man?

Although his father had said the Kaiman Hotel belonged to his family,

Su Mu was certain the supervisor didn't know his true identity.

All the night's changes had left Su Mu feeling utterly bewildered.

How had he, a child from an ordinary family, suddenly become a wealthy young master?

As Su Mu was still grappling with his own identity, two glaring headlights appeared at the hotel entrance.

An extended Lincoln?

Su Mu figured it was probably some super-wealthy boss coming to dine at the hotel.

It had nothing to do with him, he thought, withdrawing his gaze, believing he had to sort out his own affairs first.

Strangely enough, the person who stepped out of the Lincoln made a beeline for Su Mu as soon as they entered the hotel.

Sensing someone rapidly approaching him, Su Mu couldn't help but take another glance.

Upon recognizing the person, Su Mu was taken aback.

Ah Fook?

That Ah Fook who had always been inseparable from his grandfather, perennially dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit.

It was said he was a distant relative of his grandfather's and had lived in his grandfather's house since childhood.

"Young Master, the old master has sent me to take you home."

Still in his Sun Yat-sen suit, it was evident that the fabric was of a much higher quality than what he used to wear.

Ah Fook stood firm before Su Mu, followed by several men dressed in black suits who resembled bodyguards.

Bending at the waist, Ah Fook gestured to Su Mu in an inviting manner.

Seeing the scenario, Su Mu understood that he was the one being called Young Master.

And the old master? Was that his grandfather?

Hadn't his father said his grandfather disliked the busy city life and had always lived in the countryside?

When did his grandfather become the old master?

And was this extended Lincoln practical to drive in the countryside?

Seeing Ah Fook maintaining his bowed stance, Su Mu had no choice but to suppress his inner confusion and decide to get in the car first.

"Young Master Su, please take your time," the supervisor called out loudly as Su Mu was about to get into the car.

"Su Mu, what are you doing here?"

Su Mu hadn't managed to get into the car when he heard someone calling his name.

Turning around, Su Mu wondered how he could encounter someone he knew in this place?