The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

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It wasn't surprising that Zhou Wang was shocked. Even though he and Liu Zixi were indeed very close friends, having known each other since middle school, Liu Zixi's family was pretty ordinary too!

Even though he knew for sure he could borrow it, he never expected the other side could come up with so much money.

Liu Zixi gave a simple explanation, and only then did Zhou Wang understand.

It turned out this was the down payment his family sent him to buy a car; his plan was to pick up the car during the National Day holiday, so he asked Zhou Wang if he could pay it back in three months.

Talking about his childhood friend, Zhou Wang felt a bit sentimental.

He didn't do as well in school as Zhou Wang did, but he had the blessing of being "naturally beautiful." They had clearly played the same games, yet Liu Zixi somehow didn't end up nearsighted.

In the third year of high school, when an aviation college came to distribute brochures, the teacher didn't pay it any attention and casually tossed it on the podium, but it caught Liu Zixi's eye.

Liu Zixi didn't pass the military's physical exam but passed the civil aviation one. His college entrance exam score was just over 400, just enough to qualify, and so he became a trainee pilot.

As soon as he got into university, he signed a 99-year labor contract with an airline, leading to a life where the end was plainly visible, while he received...

Free university tuition, a foreseeable million-yuan annual salary job, a life of traveling with different flight attendants, and vacations every now and then.

Zhou Wang was pretty sure that 90% of their graduating class wouldn't fare better than he did.

So, which is more important, choices or efforts?

No wonder the guy could get money right after graduation to buy a house and a car, even if the family was ordinary. Just the saved tuition fees over four years of college were quite a sum.

With Liu Zixi's transfer, Zhou Wang's account balance became 61,273 yuan.

Zhou Wang didn't continue thinking about it; instead, he took out half a pack of Ziyun cigarettes he hadn't smoked for a long time, along with two leftover bottles of Dawu Whiskey, and went to sit on the balcony, waiting for the moment when the gears of fate would turn.

Time never moved so slowly before, and amidst Zhou Wang's anxious waiting, it finally reached midnight.

"Ding!"

A message and an app banner simultaneously popped up on the lit-up phone screen:

"CMB: Your account ending in 1024 received RMB 6,127.3 on July 1 at 00:00. Claim your gift: cmbt.ch/H0."

Was it real?

At that moment, Zhou Wang finally felt completely at ease.

He clenched his fist, feeling invigorated.

Six thousand a day, that's two hundred thousand a month!

Even during his ambitious days of entrepreneurship, he only dreamed about eventually earning about a hundred thousand or eighty thousand a month and thought that would be amazing.

And this over six thousand was just a start; with the "compound interest" principle taking effect, it would only grow more each day.

He couldn't dare to think, he really couldn't dare to think!

Zhou Wang stared at the bank card balance for a while, suddenly remembering a question. He curiously tapped to check the transaction details.

The money was credited by a company named "Cloud Trust," with the remark "Fund Dividend."

Zhou Wang immediately searched online and surprisingly found some scattered information. Cloud Trust was an offshore trust institution registered overseas.

After browsing some information, having a general understanding of what a trust fund was, Zhou Wang couldn't help but exclaim.

Simply put, it involved a trustor entrusting a sum of money to a trust organization for management, with the income generated then distributed to beneficiaries according to the agreement.

Many financial tycoons use "trust funds" to leave independent assets for their children and family, so even if they go bankrupt, it doesn't affect their family's lifestyle.

Oh, and the Nobel Prize is actually a trust too.

He wasn't sure how the system managed to achieve such grandeur, but from the current perspective, this income shouldn't pose any legal risks.

That night, Zhou Wang wasn't sleepless; rather, he fell into a deep sleep in a state of unusually relaxed mind and body.

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July 1, 9:00 a.m.

Zhou Wang suddenly opened his eyes. He stared at the slightly paint-chipped dormitory ceiling in a daze for several seconds before suddenly sitting up.

Taking out his phone and seeing the six thousand yuan still lying quietly in his bank account, he couldn't help but smile.

Considering the exceptionally rich life experiences Zhou Wang had in four years of college, it's not to say he was particularly mature, but his stress tolerance and emotion-regulating abilities were outstanding among his peers.

Even if, at that moment, he discovered that everything was just a dream, he might be very disappointed but wouldn't experience any huge emotional upheaval.

What should he do next?

The best choice, of course, was to continue expanding the principal.

Zhou Wang thought about many ways to make quick money, but due to limited understanding and resources, even with over sixty thousand in hand, he couldn't immediately think of a way to swell the principal in one day.

If he really had that skill, he wouldn't be an ordinary person.

But while washing up, staring at his scruffy self in the mirror, Zhou Wang felt he should first get a haircut.

During his exhausting internship and along with the change in mentality, Zhou Wang hadn't taken care of himself for a long time. The originally handsome face at eight-tenths had been reduced to a mere eight-hundredths.

Just as Zhou Wang thought this, a "ding" suddenly sounded in his mind.

"The only thing in life that can't be overturned is: 'First Impressions.'"

"Host's mindset change triggered the first action round."

"The host is asked to go to the core business district to revamp their image before the round countdown ends, enhancing their external demeanor."

"Core reward mechanism—Impression Score: The system will automatically evaluate the host's attire and hairstyle on a percentage basis, reimbursing the equivalent percentage, with extra rewards for triggering Lucky Numbers."

"Round countdown: 6 hours."

Zhou Wang was stunned, then elated.

So that's what "action round" meant!

He was initially planning to get a crew cut at the "Ghost-Who-Dares-to-Come" barber behind the school for 15 bucks because it was still the phase of primitive accumulation.

But this system operation was simply a timely rain.

From the look of it, besides hairstyles, attire was also within the scope of the system's evaluation.

The key thing was that, as long as Zhou Wang could satisfy the system, he could get a proportionate reimbursement!

Scoring 70 would mean a 70% reimbursement, scoring 80 would mean an 80% reimbursement... even without reaching a full score, his spending cost would drop to the minimum.

Although he couldn't utilize too much of the principal, at least the impact within a few thousand yuan wouldn't be significant.

Zhou Wang quickly finished his wash-up, donned a simple casual outfit, wore the black Converse classic style he had bought from a discount store, and dashed out of the school gates in one breath.

Six hours seemed ample, but with a scoring system in place, it meant Zhou Wang had to strive to make the best choices, making the time a bit tight.

He didn't even have time for breakfast, gritting his teeth, pulling out a ride-hailing app he'd long not used, and setting the destination as Henglong Square in Ming City.

It was at the height of summer, with clear winds and a blue sky. Zhou Wang leaned against the car window, unable to resist humming along to the Bluetooth music playing in the ride-share:

"A cigarette, a cigarette, a cigarette, diang, a drink, a drink, a drink, dang..."

This song was called "Reformed Rascal," a song Zhou Wang quite liked for a while.

That was back when his startup had just failed, where Zhou Wang's daily life, funded by part-time jobs, apart from maintaining life, contributed a third to the national military expenses, with another third spent in a small bar near the school.

Life back then was exactly like the lyrics, cigarettes and drinks were nonstop, though quite a few understanding girls wanted to accompany him through the darkness...

But back then, Zhou Wang had no mood for romance, and he flat-out refused!

By the time Zhou Wang regretted it, he was in his senior year, and the girls were no longer innocent; pure handsomeness couldn't attract them anymore.

Zhou Wang had thought of changing himself, but sadly his academics had long been neglected, and everything seemed too late.

Ha, "Reformed Rascal"... almost sunk to the Mariana Trench, simply unable to swim back!

Although life couldn't restart, he could still choose a different way to live at any moment.

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