Chapter 3: A Vast Inheritance

Old Place Tea Restaurant. After Wang Kun, Duan Jiabao, and the others took their seats, Jiang Xiaoguo turned to Wang Kun and thanked him.

“Wang Kun, thank you for speaking up for us earlier today. I’ll toast you with tea instead of wine.”

“No need to be so polite—it was nothing, really.”

“You’re all students at Huanan University of Finance and Economics, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes! We’re seniors this year, and Xiaoguo’s a top student in the finance program at our school,” Duan Jiabao replied quickly.

“What about you, Wang Kun? Which university did you attend?”

“I never went to college. In fact, just this morning, I was delivering takeout to your university!” Wang Kun replied with an easy smile.

The identity the system had arranged for him in this world was that of an orphan who began working before even finishing high school. All this information was perfectly traceable and transparent; there was nothing for him to hide. As for the hundred billion yuan cash reward he received by checking in at Huanan University of Finance and Economics—the story behind it was that he’d inherited a vast fortune. The entire sum, all one hundred billion, had come from an enormous inheritance, and this too could be verified.

Hearing this, Duan Jiabao, Jiang Xiaoguo, and Luo Yan were all deeply astonished.

“What about your car?”

“I bought it just this afternoon. As for the money, I inherited a large sum,” Wang Kun said with a smile.

“A large inheritance? How much are we talking about?” Jiang Xiaoguo’s eyes widened in disbelief. She knew the car Wang Kun drove bore the iconic logo—she might not know much about cars, but she was certain a car like that cost at least several million.

“Oh, just a hundred billion in cash,” Wang Kun replied casually.

“One hundred billion—in cash?! Just like that?!” (Her voice rose with incredulity.)

“That’s even more than my dad!” Even Duan Jiabao, a bona fide heiress, was stunned. Her parents were well-known entrepreneurs in Sichuan Province, but their total net worth barely exceeded ten billion. And there was a world of difference between having a net worth of hundreds of billions and having that much in cash. Many tycoons with assets in the hundreds of billions or even trillions could rarely produce more than a billion in cash.

But Wang Kun? He had a hundred billion, all in cash—real, tangible cash flow.

Such a sum would be beyond even the nation’s richest, unless they were investing as a company rather than as individuals. No one could produce that much cash in a single swoop.

The other diners in the restaurant, hearing their astonished exclamations, all turned to stare in surprise.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be this wealthy!”

“This isn’t just wealthy—this is super wealthy.”

“It’s really not that much,” Wang Kun said humbly. “Compared to truly rich people, what I have is nothing.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Jiang Xiaoguo, the finance major, analyzed. “Those big bosses you see with net worths of hundreds of billions or even trillions—their wealth is mostly in stocks and fixed assets. Unless they cash out by selling shares, it’s hard for them to get much cash.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course! With all that cash, banks and financial management firms will be desperate to contact you, fighting to manage your wealth.”

“That’s true. Since this afternoon, I’ve already gotten more than a dozen calls about financial management,” Wang Kun nodded. “But I’m not really interested in that. I’d rather start a business—give myself something to do.”

“Start a business? Do you know what you want to do?” Jiang Xiaoguo pressed.

“I’m thinking of starting an entertainment company—doing some livestreaming, investing in movies, that sort of thing.”

“That’s a great idea! You’re so handsome—if you started acting, you’d definitely be popular,” Duan Jiabao exclaimed, her excitement plain.

“Really?”

“Of course! Look, since you walked in, those girls over there haven’t taken their eyes off you,” Jiang Xiaoguo added.

As she finished speaking, two of the girls she mentioned got up and hurried over to Wang Kun.

“Hey, handsome, can we add you on WeChat?” They looked at him eagerly.

“Sorry, my phone’s just run out of battery. Why don’t you give me your numbers, and I’ll add you later?” Wang Kun declined politely.

“We’ll write them down for you!” The two pretty girls quickly wrote their numbers on slips of paper and handed them over.

Wang Kun had no choice but to accept the notes.

“Don’t forget to add us!” they urged.

Wang Kun smiled in response.

“See? With your looks, you could debut on the spot,” Jiang Xiaoguo said.

“Wang Kun, when your company’s set up, can I work for you?” Duan Jiabao asked, her eyes full of hope.

Duan Jiabao was a die-hard fan of handsome male celebrities, constantly switching her affections from one idol to the next. Today’s favorite star could easily be replaced tomorrow.

Now, with Wang Kun’s looks that surpassed most celebrities, and his plan to enter the entertainment industry, he instantly became her new idol.

What she didn’t know, however, was that Wang Kun didn’t intend to debut as a star, but as a boss.

Of course, Wang Kun didn’t refuse her request.

“Of course. You could learn to be an agent—maybe you’ll become a famous manager in the country one day.”

“Da Bao, that’s your dream job, isn’t it?” Luo Yan chimed in.

Two hours later, after dinner, Wang Kun’s gathering with these three story characters came to an end.

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Huanan University of Finance and Economics, girls’ dormitory.

After dinner, and a bit of wandering around, Duan Jiabao, Jiang Xiaoguo, and Luo Yan returned to their dorm, chatting and laughing.

“Today really opened my eyes. I can’t believe someone could go from an ordinary life to inheriting billions overnight—it’s like a dream!”

“Exactly! Wang Kun is like a living lucky charm—not only is he handsome, but he’s also achieved ultimate financial freedom.”

“If I were as rich as Wang Kun, I’d just play video games at home all day.”

But as they pushed open the dorm room door in high spirits, they were instantly startled by the scene before them.

Luggage and boxes of all sizes were scattered across the floor.

A question mark popped into all their minds.

“Liang Shuang—she’s back!”

“This is bad. Our good days are over.”

Inside, the proud Liang Shuang saw their expressions and immediately asserted her dominance.

“Who told you to put your stuff on my bed?”

“It’s ten thirty. Lights out—I want to sleep!”

None of them dared argue with Liang Shuang’s autocracy. They obediently turned off the lights, each retreating under her blanket to message the others on her phone, cursing the tyrant’s unyielding ways.

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