Major Upheaval

October 20th.

Due to the impact of an illegal fundraising scandal involving a fruit chain in Pengcheng, both they and the Nongguoyuan franchise were ordered to halt their recharge activities on the same day.

How did it feel?

Like being at a foot massage parlor, settling into a private room, and having a stunning masseuse attend to you. She keeps flirting and teasing, getting you all excited, ready to spend more money.

Then suddenly, she stops and says, "Sir, what are you thinking? We're a legitimate foot massage establishment. We don't offer any 'special services.'"

Leaving you hanging, caught between frustration and disappointment.

Chen Pingsheng had just been preparing to expand his fruit store empire across the entire capital and launch another crazy recharge promotion. He was planning to rake in billions.

Then out of nowhere, the authorities told him he couldn't do it anymore.

What kind of nonsense was this?

Feeling utterly helpless, Chen Pingsheng thought that if he could just let Tengsheng Fruits grow wildly for a few more years, his golden finger would guarantee success. He wouldn't say he could teach Ma Boss how to make money, but at the very least, he'd be dining at the same table.

They always say the business world is full of surprises, and now it was his turn to experience it firsthand.

From now on, the local government was sure to regulate this sector more strictly. If they didn't, another business running off with investors' money could leave tens of thousands of victims in its wake.

Who could handle that kind of mess?

The dream of overnight wealth had shattered, and the feeling was agonizing.

Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have accumulated an income of 12 million. Would you like to activate the Random Multiplier?

The last glimmer of hope.

After this month, large-scale recharge promotions would likely be a thing of the past for fruit stores.

He had no choice but to accept reality.

"Activate."

Thankfully, he had accumulated over 10 million in the past few weeks. Otherwise, he'd feel like he had lost out on billions.

A golden die appeared. It landed on six.

A second golden die followed. Another six.

Holy sh—!

His luck was off the charts!

At the very last moment, he hit the jackpot—a 12x multiplier!

His mood, which had been sinking into despair, finally lifted a little.

Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have received a 12x Random Multiplier.

Ding! Your Alipay account has been credited with 145 million. Your total balance is now 182 million.

Just like that, he became a billionaire.

Did this mean he needed to start brushing his teeth with abalone and using a black card for daily expenses?

Surprisingly, Chen Pingsheng calmed down almost instantly.

He was no longer short on small change, but without recharge promotions, it would take ages to hit his next financial milestone through store profits alone.

It was time to shift his focus. With over a hundred million in capital, investing in the entertainment industry seemed like the way to go.

Feeling down, he decided he needed to buy himself a little present.

A man should fulfill the dreams of his youth, even if just a little.

Between a raging bull and a wild horse, he had to make a choice.

Hopping into a Didi ride, he headed straight for the auto mall.

Spending over 20 million on a LaFerrari was out of the question. No matter how rich he was, he couldn't be that extravagant.

The saleswomen at the supercar dealership were all dressed in black stockings, their long legs on full display.

If he were paying in full, he figured he could easily take two home with him.

The pleasure of spending money almost made him forget that just a year ago, he was selling durians on the street.

After browsing for a while, he realized that Ferraris didn't quite match his simple and unpretentious vibe.

So he turned his attention to the raging bull. There was something undeniably masculine about a Lamborghini.

Wild. Unrestrained. Free-spirited.

Those words fit the Lambo perfectly.

Unfortunately, he was more of a practical man, so he passed on it as well.

After much deliberation, he settled on a gray Aston Martin DBS.

A V12 engine. 0 to 100 km/h in just a few seconds.

He skipped the convertible and went for the hardtop.

Final price: 4.2 million.

This time, he didn't rush home to show it off to his wife—mainly because she had a habit of taking his new cars for herself.

She'd drive them for a while, get bored, and only then would they truly belong to him.

Song Yanxi had no idea how much he had lost. To her, the recharge ban was no big deal—just a slightly longer return-on-investment period.

She wasn't short on money, so she didn't care much.

Meanwhile, Zhang Tao had just paid in full for a BMW 5 Series and placed a down payment on a 200-square-meter apartment in Shijingshan.

With a house and a car, love naturally followed.

Chen Pingsheng scolded him for going after a fresh young thing, saying, "Of all the people in the world, you had to pick a just-graduated college girl?"

Word had it that they met when he was buying the apartment—she was the real estate agent.

And just like that, they got together.

Society was just that practical. Years of simping couldn't compete with the direct impact of homeownership.

What else could Chen Pingsheng do but congratulate him?

Compared to Zhang Tao's love story, Liu Jing's was even more bizarre.

"Young girls are too immature. A mature woman has real charm."

He didn't just get a girlfriend—he got a bonus daughter too.

With their current financial standing, they weren't quite "diamond bachelors," but they were solid investment stocks—steady income, promising careers.

Whether through blind dates or introductions, as long as they didn't meet a hopeless romantic, finding a match wouldn't be difficult.

After all, once a woman hit 25, she was less likely to be lost in romantic fantasies.

By then, if you wanted to win her over, you either had to be ridiculously good-looking or financially secure.

If you had neither, well… staying single was only fair.

Everyone had their own love stories, yet he was the first among them to get married.

Song Yanxi was busy with her beauty business, but Chen Pingsheng called her home for dinner and a hospital visit afterward.

She might be pregnant again. That was huge news.

Just a few days ago, Chen Anan had almost driven him mad.

Her teacher asked, "What's one plus one?"

She answered, "Two."

"What's two plus two?"

"Four."

"What's four plus four?"

"Teacher, aren't you getting a bit annoying?"

If he hadn't given the teacher a huge red envelope before school started, she would've already called him in for multiple meetings.

Once, she made a chubby classmate cry.

When asked why she hit him, she said, "He smacked his lips while eating, and it bothered me during my snack time."

At such a young age, she was already like this.

If she didn't become a landlord in the future, it would be a waste of her talent.

Song Yanxi tried to educate her, but every lesson ended with either Anan bursting into tears or her mother crying in frustration.

Now that his wife was expecting again, he had to instill some sense of crisis in their daughter.

No more acting like she was the biggest boss around.

At the hospital, the test confirmed it—she was pregnant.

Barely over a month, her belly hadn't even shown yet.

Overjoyed, Chen Pingsheng kissed Song Yanxi several times. That evening, they went together to pick up Chen Anan from school.

The little rascal used to be well-behaved, but after realizing that their family was well-off and her parents hadn't gotten arrogant, she was the one who started getting cocky.

In a parking lot full of luxury cars, the Aston Martin still stood out.

You couldn't say she wasn't smart—she deliberately slowed her steps so that her classmates would see her getting into it.

But when it came to actual intelligence? Not so much.

Whenever her teacher stumped her with a question, she'd just say, "My dad never taught me that."

If something went wrong, it was Dad's fault. If nothing went wrong, she was just naturally clever.

"Chen Anan, your father must tell you very seriously—you're about to have a sibling."

"…And then?"

"If you don't study hard, you won't get to inherit the family fortune."

Anan blinked in confusion, leaned forward, and asked with a straight face, "Dad, do we even have a fortune?"

This kid really understood priorities.