"Ding! Your CCB savings account ending in 7890 received a deposit of 256,200,000 yuan at 8:00 AM on October 1st. Current balance: 1,158,200,000 yuan!"
Su Chen was sleeping soundly early in the morning when the chime of a text message shattered his peaceful dreams.
He glanced at the text on his phone before casually stuffing it under his pillow.
Originally, Su Chen had over 1.2 billion yuan in his account. After returning from Xiangjiang, he had transferred 300 million to his company as start-up capital for investment projects. This morning, the system deposited nearly 260 million. With all the money coming in and going out, Su Chen’s balance was basically unchanged.
Su Chen also pulled up the system panel, which he hadn’t looked at in a while.
[Host: Su Chen]
[Intermediate God of Wealth: 22,220,000 / 1,000,000,000]
[Wealth: 800 yuan (Automatically withdrawn on the 1st of each month)]
"Hm? What’s this?" Su Chen’s brow furrowed the moment he saw the experience points column.
’What’s going on? This month I bought a watch, a car, and transferred money... it adds up to almost 350 million. Why did the system only give me a little over twenty million in experience?’
Su Chen thought for a good while before it dawned on him. Setting aside the 300-plus million he had transferred, it seemed the twenty-something million was what he had actually *spent* this month.
’You’re kidding me. It only counts if I actually spend it??’ Su Chen sighed helplessly.
’Looks like my plans to buy a private jet and a luxury yacht can be moved up the schedule!’
Su Chen didn’t dwell on it. After a brief moment of reflection, he climbed out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom, stark naked.
Before long, the sound of running water and Su Chen’s off-key singing could be heard from the bathroom.
"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ~"
"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ~"
Hearing his phone ringing nonstop, Su Chen gave himself a quick wipe-down, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked out.
"Who is it? Calling so early, don’t they know people need to rest?"
Although Su Chen was grumbling, his hands moved quickly to retrieve the phone from under his pillow.
When he saw the caller ID, Su Chen was rather surprised. He never would have expected a call from his old friend—Yang Wei!
"Brother Wei, what made you think of calling me? Don’t tell me you want to treat me to a meal!"
"Hello? Xiaochen!"
A hoarse, exhausted voice came from the phone. Su Chen could still tell it was Yang Wei.
Su Chen’s heart skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling.
"Brother Wei, what’s wrong? You don’t sound right!"
There were two or three seconds of silence on the other end before Yang Wei’s voice came through.
"Hua-jie and Xiaoyann are both in the hospital. The doctor said it’s uremia caused by polycystic kidney disease. It’s a hereditary condition!"
"What?!" Su Chen was stunned by the news.
The Hua-jie and Xiaoyann that Yang Wei mentioned were his wife and daughter. They all lived with Yang Wei in Shanghai, and Su Chen had met them several times for meals.
Su Chen vaguely remembered that Xiaoyann was only about seventeen or eighteen this year. She was in the prime of her youth—how could she have contracted a disease like uremia?
Thinking about what Brother Wei had just said about it being hereditary, Su Chen couldn’t help but sigh heavily.
It really was just like the old saying: "A rope breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune seeks out the already miserable."
’Ah, fate... It’s completely out of one’s hands.’
"Xiaochen, I had no other choice but to call you. The doctor said for this disease, it’s either long-term dialysis or a kidney transplant!"
"I went to get tested for a match, but the doctor found that I have some kidney problems myself, so I can’t be a donor."
At this point... Su Chen could clearly feel the despair in Brother Wei’s voice.
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