Is this what a zombie is?

140. It's impossible to spend it all, there's simply no way to spend it all.

Wang Pangzi, the general manager of Hongyuan Construction, was leisurely enjoying the services of his beautiful secretary.

When there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do, the secretary does it—that's the life of a successful person.

The game's call almost startled him. He wanted to hang up immediately, but the words "Ai's Group" displayed on the phone screen made his heart skip a beat.

The rapid development of the Ai Group that year was so impressive that even a nouveau riche like him was extremely envious.

"The Ai Group? I haven't heard of anyone coming... Wait, say it again, who's coming?"

"My young master, Ai Yi."

Wang Pangzi's mind went blank for a moment, then he thought, "Ai Yi."

Edward's precious son, who is also the only son, the young master of the group, and the future heir, why would he come to my little temple?

"Yes, yes, I'll be right down. Please ask Young Master Ai to wait a moment. I'll be there in one minute, no, thirty seconds, immediately..."

Fatty Wang quickly pulled up his pants and, under the secretary's puzzled gaze, rushed out of the office.

Before the receptionist could say anything more, she saw their irresponsible boss, Mr. Wang, sprinting down the stairs at top speed, his greasy face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Oh, Young Master Ai, what brings you here? I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly!"

Fatty Wang jogged up to Ai Yi, bowing and scraping.

Ai Yi simply gave a faint "hmm," and said, "Is it President Wang? My time is precious, so I won't waste it."

As Ai Yi walked towards the elevator, she casually said, "My dad told me to come out and gain some experience. I've got my eye on that piece of land in the urban village. I'm planning to invest several billion yuan in a big project. I heard you guys are in charge of that area, so I came to take a look."

Billions!!!

Fatty Wang felt so happy he could hardly breathe; it was like a pie falling from the sky.

He quickly led the way and personally pressed the elevator button: "Young Master Ai, you have excellent taste! That urban village is a treasure trove!"

"Alright, stop flattering me." Ai Yi interrupted him impatiently. "I like working with straightforward people. How about this, to show my sincerity, I'll transfer 30 million to your company account as a deposit to start the project."

"If the project goes well, the subsequent funding will be available immediately; if not, consider this 30 million as my treat for Mr. Wang to tea."

He spoke of it so casually, as if thirty million were nothing more than three hundred dollars.

Fatty Wang was completely dumbfounded.

He'd spent most of his life in the business world and had never seen anything like it!

This isn't just being extravagant; it's practically burning money like paper! You don't value money at all! Do your family members know about this?

Before he could recover from the shock, the game behind him calmly said, "Young Master Ai, 30 million has been transferred to Hongyuan Construction's corporate account. Please check."

Almost simultaneously, Wang Pangzi received a text message on his phone indicating that the money had been deposited into his account.

His eyes instantly turned red as he looked at the long string of zeros.

For the first time in his life, he felt that making money was really easy, no different from a strong wind blowing in.

"Young Master Ai!" he exclaimed excitedly, almost incoherently. "Don't worry! Forget about the urban villages, if you wanted the moon, I'd pluck it down from the sky for you!"

Jiang Chen clicked his tongue in amazement. This was the first time he had directly experienced how brutal and efficient the power of money could be.

That evening, to better entertain this lucky man, Fatty Wang arranged a full-service bath and sauna package.

A lavishly decorated clubhouse, scantily clad young women, and extravagant hospitality...

All of this made Jiang Chen, who was used to a simple life, feel a strong culture shock once again.

He watched Ai Yi enjoy all of this with an air of nonchalance, and couldn't help but think to himself: Damn capitalism!

After a hearty meal, Fatty Wang personally drove a stretch Lincoln, taking the three of them deep into the urban village.

According to him, it was a private, top-tier club owned by Zhao Hongyuan, the boss.

As the vehicle slowly drove into the chaotic urban village, the luxurious sedan and the surrounding dirty and dilapidated scene seemed like two completely unrelated worlds forcibly pieced together.

Jiang Chen sat in the car and quietly activated his Qi Observation Technique.

The closer one gets to that private club, the thicker and more viscous the divine clouds hanging over the urban village become.

Previously, he could glimpse the divinity within from a distance, but now, up close, he finds it difficult to perceive its presence.

It's unknown whether the divinity within has been corrupted by negative energy, becoming mired in a quagmire from which it cannot extricate itself.

Countless invisible black threads converge from all directions, forming a giant spider web that connects the intricate urban villages.

And at the very center of this spider web lies our destination.

The car finally stopped in front of a three-story building, where a slightly overweight middle-aged man with a receding hairline was already waiting.

He is Zhao Hongyuan, the boss of Hongyuan Construction.

"Young Master Ai's presence is truly an honor to my humble abode!"

Zhao Hongyuan greeted Ai Yi warmly, grasped her hand, and lowered his posture considerably.

"Boss Zhao is the same; seeing him in person is much better than hearing about him."

"Young Master Ai is truly witty and humorous."

"Haha, really? I think so too."

Inside the private room of the private club, the lights were bright and the table was laden with delicacies.

"Young Master Ai, you are young and promising; truly, like father, like son. This toast is for you, and I wish us a pleasant collaboration!"

Zhao Hongyuan held a wine glass, his face full of smiles, but deep in his eyes was a calculating look.

"Sure, sure, it's a win-win situation. You make money, and I gain fame."

Ai raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. He was carefree and looked like a rich second-generation heir who was naive, simple-minded, and had too much money.

Yes, the top-tier kind.

Jiang Chen sat next to Ai Yi, barely speaking, only occasionally glancing up as he observed her using his Qi Observation Technique.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhao Hongyuan began to probe Ai Yi's background, subtly inquiring about the internal situation of the Ai Group.

Ai Yi perfectly embodied what it means to be an ignorant and good-for-nothing spendthrift. His eyes were clear yet foolish, and after a few drinks, he started slurring his words, blurting out everything.

Zhao Hongyuan was increasingly satisfied with what he saw, and his smile grew even wider, just like an old lecher who couldn't help but be moved by a stunningly beautiful woman and couldn't resist taking action.

People like him, who raise ghosts and engage in unorthodox practices, are more perceptive of luck and destiny.

In his eyes, a rich second-generation like Ai Yi could no longer be described as a fat sheep, but as a super fat sheep.

The innate air of wealth and nobility he possessed, and the ineffable destiny bestowed upon him after the sacrifice in the Nine Princes' Succession Struggle Formation, were simply too enviable to resist.

Even if they could steal just a small portion of Ai Yi's fortune, it would be enough to provide them with endless benefits, allowing them to live a life without having to struggle.

But if one could seize all the wealth in his destiny... that would be an immense fortune that one could never spend in ten lifetimes, an amount that would be impossible to exhaust.