The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

"The True Manner Training Book."

After Zhou Wang read the system's introduction, that was his only thought.

Unlike the "Azure Dragon Saber," which was straightforward and offered material rewards, this "Fiona's Manner Training Book" improved Zhou Wang's own state.

Although he didn't feel very surprised, Zhou Wang thought about it, the "Cui Si's Azure Dragon Saber" was given at 88 points, whereas the "Manner Training Book" was given at 97 points.

Analyzing from this perspective, it meant that in the system's judgment, the "Manner Training Book" was obviously more valuable than the "Azure Dragon Saber," after all, reaching 97 impression points was definitely harder.

The 30-day cycle was still quite long, Zhou Wang didn't dwell on it further and directly clicked on "Use."

The "Manner Training Book" from the warehouse disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, Zhou Wang felt something new in his mind that he couldn't describe, it felt more like a subconscious obsession.

The next second, Zhou Wang, who had been lounging in the back seat, suddenly sat up, startling the driver.

"What the hell!"

But Zhou Wang himself was bewildered. At that moment, he just felt that this slouched position was uncomfortable everywhere and instinctively sat up straight.

At this moment, Zhou Wang reflected on it and vaguely sensed the function of the "Manner Training Book."

It was like there was an invisible spring inside him, and whenever he tried to relax, he would feel all awkward and uncoordinated.

Zhou Wang was both amused and frustrated, honestly, this feeling wasn't comfortable, so did being an elegant noble come at a price?

Now, Zhou Wang felt as if he had lost a kind of happiness called "lying flat"...

On the way, Zhou Wang tried various positions, and when he finally arrived at the school gate, the driver who politely asked him to get out of the car gave Zhou Wang, with a straight back, slightly raised head, and one hand resting on the car window, a deep gaze, a strange look.

Kid, you really know how to put on a show, sitting in a special car makes you look like a CEO, huh!

Carrying a bunch of stuff, Zhou Wang first bought a medium-sized Da Zhong Jiu at the school gate and quickly headed to the cafeteria.

Big pork knuckle rice with extra char siu and chicken leg, get, happy house water with extra ice and lemon, get, and when he returned to the dorm and closed the door, Zhou Wang, famished, quickly opened his computer.

But... 20 minutes passed, and he still hadn't taken a bite of his meal.

The reason was simple, there was no suitable show to watch.

"What use is this VIP!"

Zhou Wang cursed in disappointment, even though the logged-in member account wasn't his, it didn't stop him from feeling it's unfair on behalf of a certain roommate.

Compromised, Zhou Wang opened a short video app, randomly picked a film commentary on "This Man Is Called Little Handsome," and finally got to eat.

Only as he was eating, the awkward feeling he had while walking reappeared, and it was particularly evident.

The etiquette book was forcibly correcting his eating posture, particularly the frequency of eating.

Zhou Wang had previously read news saying that eating slowly can reduce the burden on the stomach and intestines, but eating pork knuckle rice slowly was rather tormenting...

It's originally a fast food only delicious when eaten in big mouthfuls, nibbling it slowly truly got more and more boring, but Zhou Wang wasn't one to waste food, and he spent three times as long as usual finishing his meal, finally taking a gulp of cola to feel relieved.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, worth 430,000, sighed sentimentally as he touched it, seeing that it wasn't even four thirty yet, the originally weary Zhou Wang had no more desire to sleep, he had a lot of things to deal with.

First and foremost, was repaying the debt.

Although some of the money was recently borrowed, since he now had enough principal to earn the maximum interest, there was no need to hold back on returning to others. Even though Zhou Wang's financial situation had always been strained, he particularly disliked the feeling of owing money, which always left him feeling inferior.

He sequentially cleared the debts on various apps, uninstalled apps like "Mou Le" that he would never use again, and then successively transferred 3,000 and 50,000 to Yang Hao and Liu Zixi.

Unlike using a card directly, when Zhou Wang made the second transfer, he encountered a limit prompt, forcing him to call the bank's customer service to increase the daily limit before successfully transferring the money.

Meanwhile, after checking Zhou Wang's balance, the bank's customer service also suggested that he visit a branch to change the card type for better service from the bank.

Zhou Wang had heard before that even debit cards had "grades," that in normal people's lives, a daily limit of 50,000 would certainly be insufficient for a luxurious lifestyle; indeed, it was necessary to make a trip.

After transferring the money, Zhou Wang sent a red envelope to each of the two, 88 and 188 respectively.

Some people say true friends don't require such gestures, but Zhou Wang thought otherwise.

His past low phase had long taught him that there are no fixed relationships in this world; apart from parents, no one would indefinitely treat you well without conditions.

The more you cherish something, the more cautiously you need to handle it, emotions also require contributions and return... any form of emotion.

If he hadn't known they wouldn't accept the amount if it were bigger, Zhou Wang would have sent more.

Having cleared all debts, Zhou Wang quietly lit a cigarette, feeling sentimental for a while; he had been living this indebted life for nearly three years, with the highest amount once exceeding 100,000.

Some would surely say that such money is nothing, especially in a district of Huaxia, where the per capita wealth is billion, all living a high life. If you insist on asking which district it is, I can only tell you it's the comment section of short videos...

And for Zhou Wang, an ordinary college student, over a hundred thousand in debt was enough to make him lose all confidence in the future.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dated so few girlfriends.

Yang Hao quickly accepted the transfer and received the red envelope, without questioning further, he simply said he would come to Ming City at the end of the month and told Zhou Wang to prepare a perfect hospitality plan in advance, to comfort this old man. He even added, "I never drink without a 'second act.'"

Zhou Wang casually sent back an emoji saying "May my fart explode you to death" and ignored this friend's bluster, instead opening his contact list.

Pausing at the contact marked "Mom," Zhou Wang then dialed the number.

Zhou Wang thought he had adjusted his mindset, but little did he know that his mother's first words nearly broke his composure.

"Son, are you back yet, is the money for the ticket not enough, should I transfer more over WeChat..."

Zhou Wang didn't know why, clearly, he was the type that wouldn't utter a sound even if bleeding, but a few simple words from his parents could always make his tear glands break.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to make his voice sound calm, simply explaining to his mother that he found a good job in Ming City and intended to work there a while longer.

After a lengthy explanation, he finally got his mother to reluctantly agree and repeatedly assured her that he still had money, yet Zhou Wang was a bit troubled after hanging up.

To others, it didn't matter, but at the current trend, he was just a matter of time away from becoming truly wealthy; what should he say to his parents about suddenly becoming rich then?

Without letting them accept the source of the money, Zhou Wang couldn't express filial piety as he wished, this was a contradiction.

"Won five times at the lottery's first prize?"

Zhou Wang thought it over and over and found that this reason seemed to be the closest to reality... sigh.