Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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"What a mood killer, coming to the party all happy-go-lucky only to have a stupid trust-fund idiot ruin it!" Fang Jueyu parked the car in the underground garage. He looked at the scratch and felt a pang in his heart, even wishing it was a wound on himself instead.

"Young master, you seemed to really enjoy smashing that car just now!" Zhuang Ying teased, especially after seeing Fang Jueyu's intimidating demeanor and tone when he heard Chen Qiao's rude words.

"It was satisfying, but I'm afraid it might bring some trouble later." Fang Jueyu didn't think that spoiled rich brats like that would just quietly retreat after taking a loss.

"Are you scared, young master?"

"Scared? Scared of him, my foot!" If that nameless trust-fund kid dared to cause trouble, Fang Jueyu had enough financial and influential power to thoroughly crush him.

As for sneaky tactics? The whole hotel belonged to Fang Jueyu. How could the security guards there be just for show? His superior physical fitness was enough to take on several at a time, so he really wasn't worried.

"Hey, Fang Jueyu, over here!" Wang Cong was already at the hotel, waving at Fang Jueyu.

"You sure arrived early!" Fang Jueyu punched him lightly on the chest.

"I got here yesterday," Wang Cong rubbed his chest, thinking how strong this guy's punch was. "And who might this lovely lady be..."

"Oh, this is my assistant, Zhuang Ying. Last time you came, she had some errands, so she wasn't around. Today, in this unfamiliar place, I couldn't have managed without someone to assist me!" Fang Jueyu said.

"Wow, you sure know how to nab an enviable female assistant!" Wang Cong complimented Zhuang Ying, "Miss Zhuang, your outfit today is definitely not inferior to any of the actresses attending the banquet!"

"Thank you for the exaggeration, Mr. Wang!" Zhuang Ying handled high society events with ease, contrasting Fang Jueyu's more rustic demeanor.

"So, are you interested in joining my company? I can definitely offer you a satisfying salary!" Wang Cong directly attempted to poach her in front of Fang Jueyu.

"Come on, Wang, I'm not scaring you, but if you can offer a higher salary than me, I'll split a durian with my bare hands at this banquet today!" Fang Jueyu said confidently. After all, Zhuang Ying wasn't just earning a basic salary—she had her share in the portion of businesses overseen by the Zhuang Family, which was an astronomical sum.

"That's quite the wager!" Wang Cong was taken aback. He had witnessed Fang Jueyu's financial prowess and reckoned even selling himself might not be enough to poach this assistant.

"Old Fang, just between us, how much do you pay her annually?" Wang Cong leaned over to Fang Jueyu's ear.

"Not much, just a few billion US Dollars!"

"Damn! You outdo me!" Wang Cong was at a loss for words. Even combining his entire net worth, he might not have tens of billions of US Dollars; he even considered asking if Fang Jueyu needed another assistant.

"By the way, you seem a bit off. What happened? Something troubling you? Tell me so I can have a laugh!" Wang Cong grinned mischievously.

"Nothing much, just that a brainless trust-fund kid crashed into my car when I was parking earlier!"

"Was it the Sun God?" Wang Cong asked.

Fang Jueyu nodded.

"That jerk did it? If it were me, I'd bash his head in!" Wang Cong had been eyeing that car for a long time.

"I don't know him, probably a bigwig's son from the entertainment circle, just a minor issue. Besides, I already smashed his car!"

"You smashed another one?" Wang Cong burst out laughing, "Impressive!"

"But be careful!" Wang Cong cautioned, "These people have more than just money. Their connections are extensive, with both power and influence. They might use some unique tactics against you, so stay alert."

"Alright, it's just a trust-fund kid, not worth my concern," Fang Jueyu handed his luggage to the staff who came to receive him, "Make sure my luggage is put in Room 001!"

"001?" Wang Cong seemed to overhear something significant, "What, you booked Room 001?"

This hotel had ten presidential suites, but not just anyone could book them. While the room specifications were the same, they assigned room numbers based on the guests' prestige after receiving bookings.

Wang Cong had come with Wang Lin, yet even Wang Lin could only book Room 004.
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The occupant of Room 003 was known to them, the major shareholder of Huayu Company, Mr. Xiang Lingyue. While he'd lag behind Wang Lin in terms of wealth, his network was undoubtedly stronger, so staying in Room 003 made sense.

The owner of Room 002, until now, remained unknown to him—just a woman's identity. For someone to rank above Xiang Lingyue, she must not be ordinary.

"Hold on, you're not going to tell me that this hotel is also yours, are you?" Wang Cong suddenly had a hunch, based on past experiences, that nine out of ten times, his guess was right.

"You got it!" Fang Jueyu added, "But it's not just this hotel; even the Billions International owning it is mine. Whenever you need a place to stay, just mention my name, and you'll get a hefty discount!"

"You, my friend, always manage to surprise people." Familiar with Fang Jueyu's ubiquitous enterprise chain, this time Wang Cong only mildly flinched. Earning billions from financial investments alone every year, Fang Jueyu's wealth had long surpassed his imagination.

"By the way, want to drop by my place? Even my dad wants to meet you!"

"Huh?" Fang Jueyu was genuinely startled this time.

Wang Lin's father was known for a famous quote, "Set a small goal first: make a billion!" Almost everyone knew Wang Lin. To be fair, Wang Lin was indeed a master in investing and business; he established such a vast commercial empire. Suddenly having to meet someone like that, Fang Jueyu felt a bit nervous.

"What are you afraid of? Maybe you're even richer than my dad?"

"It's not about the money!" Fang Jueyu replied with a wry smile. He was indeed wealthier, but that kind of presence built from years of business experience wasn't something he could match easily.

"Isn't this Mr. Wang?" As Fang Jueyu hesitated about meeting Wang Lin, a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight walked over. Beside him stood a person Fang Jueyu was all too familiar with—the very trust-fund kid he had just smashed the car of.

Earlier, Chen Qiao had been all high and mighty, but now he stood respectfully behind this young man, implying this young man's identity was far from ordinary.

"Xiang You? Long time no see!" Wang Cong shook hands with him.

Xiang You, the only son of Huayu's boss, Xiang Lingyue, was the Crown Prince of the entertainment industry. Chen Qiao was merely a shareholder's son, naturally inferior in status to him.

Privately, Wang Cong's relationship with Xiang You was pretty good. The two of them and the son of that big shot from Yanjing, Mr. Qin's son, were dubbed the three major rich kids of Huaxia. However, being called "rich kids" here wasn't derogatory. While they did leverage family resources, they also genuinely excelled, unlike the idly rich kids who do nothing.

The moment Chen Qiao saw Fang Jueyu, his eyes turned red. He whispered a few words into Xiang You's ear, and the smile on Xiang You's face instantly froze...

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