The Overnight Millionaires — The 30 Billion Surprise

Lao Zhao, if a bulb breaks, how do we afford to replace it? Does Temu have them? You know nothing. It's crystal. Crystal's just glass.

Fancy name, deadly price. Don't turn it on at night. The meter would spin like crazy. Lao Zhao, let's splurge today.

I'll put two eggs in your noodles. Two? That's one and a half. The other one's paying my debt. Revenge system bound. Choose.

Lao Zhao, think it over. I pick 30 billion, no IQ required? Success. 30 billion credited. They dress like air marshals.

Careful with that sour barrel. Whatever. As long as service is good. Oh my god!

Lao Zhao. How much power does this house use a night? It's fine, I'll cut the power later. Old mailbox, old neglect.

Congee Estate. Over 30 billion in assets. All yours now. 30 billion?

No tricks. Is it RMB? Yes, really. Cash? Or did his daughter transfer 200k?

So many zeros I blinked. Don't act so clueless. 30 billion? Normal. Yesterday you haggled over soy sauce.

Took forever with the boss. Told you light soy, you got dark. Dishes tasted like public restroom. Hey.

Lao Zhao, don't. This floor's greasy like lard. Madam. Italian imported natural marble.

It's imported? Say so! Lao Zhao, get the paper, quick! Oh my god. See? Never toss the paper.

You called me a hoarder. Imported stuff is delicate. Who pays if it's ruined? You?

Madam, don't believe it? This costs 30 billion. I'd be embarrassed to eat off it. Little Chen,

change them. Your shiny leather shoes, clearly brand-new. My dear, look.

Fancy house. It obeys commands. Don't chat with it too much. It might charge you.

Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai. Dim the lights. Activate romantic dinner mode.

Oh my. You told it to dim, and it's throwing a tantrum? Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai.

Quit messing around. At our age, what romance? Where's the food?

Mr. Zhao, black truffle low-temp wagyu with caviar foam. Oh,

I thought someone left an eraser. Beef's raw—still pink. That keeps the flavor.

Flavor? There's none. Here, add pickled cabbage. That's better. Rich folks eat awkwardly.

Plate's big, food's tiny. My dear, help me! What? Upset stomach? This toilet fights dirty.

It stabbed me right as I sat. Does it clean or attack? Clean? No warning shots. It ambushes you at night.

No wonder rich keep weak knees. Xiao Chen, set this toilet to obedient mode. Ma'am, no such mode. Then write one.

30 billion can't buy a simple thing? Old Zhao. Don't open the curtains fully. The lights outside hurt my eyes.

I know. Looking at this house now, the darker it gets, the angrier I am. Ma'am.

Should I arrange lawn mowing tomorrow? Trim what? Cut what? This huge land full of grass isn't that wasteful?

Guifen. Maybe plant pickled cabbage tomorrow. Add a chicken coop aside. Raise some free-range chickens.

Our breakfast later will be all organic. Sir, ma'am, this is an English ornamental lawn.

Ornamental? What for? Can you get full looking at it?