"Being rich is so boring."

Chu Fang put his legs up on the table. "I have a lot of skills but nowhere to use them, so I leave everything to my subordinates or employees."

"God, why did you make me so rich? You've ruined my future, do you know that?"

Chu Fang didn't rush to leave the company; instead, he squinted his eyes, feeling drowsy.

Yesterday, Zhong Tingyue came home, and he was overjoyed, so much so that he couldn't sleep well all night.

Click...

A soft noise startled him awake, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a little girl, about two or three years old, dressed exquisitely, staring at him with her big, bright eyes.

Chu Fang suddenly became interested: "Little friend."

"Bad guy!" the little girl's voice was clear and bright.

"I'm not a bad person," Chu Fang explained. "Why are you here?"

“My dad said that all the bad guys on TV are like you,” the little girl said, eating a cookie. “Handsome and bad.”

"Hehe." Chu Fang laughed, "This proves that my looks appeal to all ages!"

He stepped forward, squatted down, and asked, "What are you doing here? Does your father work at this company?"

While asking the little girl about her identity, he casually picked up her potato chips and started eating them.

"These are mine!" the little girl exclaimed, clutching her potato chips. "My mom is working, and she told me to play here."

Chu Fang nodded: "Oh, don't be so stingy, give me some."

"No!" The little girl pouted, staring intently at him, looking like she was on high alert.

Chu Fang said, "I'm your mother's boss. If you don't give me food, I'll fire your mother."

“If your mother is fired, your family will have no source of income, your father and mother will divorce, they will both abandon you, and you will become a child without parents.”

"You don't want Mom to get fired either, right?"

The little girl's eyes were clear, her lips trembled, and she ran outside, crying as she went, "Mommy~~~"

Her voice was loud and clear, instantly attracting the attention of all the employees. One of them, a woman who was nearly thirty years old, was holding the little girl and asked, "Don't cry, what's wrong?"

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears: "You and Daddy can't leave me."

"You child, when did your father and I ever say we were going to abandon you?"

"He said it!"

Following the direction the little girl pointed, everyone saw Chu Fang's face and immediately lowered their heads to work.

When the little girl's mother saw Chu Fang, a look of panic appeared on her face: "Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu."

“My daughter is sick and there is no one at home to take care of her, so I have to bring her to the company. I hope you can forgive me.”

"If my daughter bumped into you, I apologize here."

Chu Fang smiled as he looked at the little girl: "Give me the potato chips, and I'll forgive your mother."

The little girl's tears were crystal clear. She glanced at her mother, then at the potato chips in her arms, and finally, with great determination, handed the potato chips to Chu Fang.

Wow~~~

The moment the potato chips were handed over, the little girl cried even louder, wailing loudly.

Chu Fang only took one bite, then returned the bag of potato chips to the little girl: "Okay, okay, stop crying, here you go."

The little girl stopped crying instantly.

Chu Fang: "..."

Everyone in the company: "... ..."

Your crying is like a switch that can be flipped on and off at will.

“President Chu… ” The little girl’s mother was extremely worried, afraid that she would be fired because of this.

Chu Fang waved his hand: "Hey, I was just teasing her, don't take it to heart. The company has a break room with a TV, snacks, drinks and the like. Just put her in the break room and don't let her wander around the company and delay your work."

After saying that, Chu Fang put his hands in his pockets and left the company.

He considers himself an ordinary person who can understand the hardships of people in the same social class and doesn't mind employees bringing their children to the company to take care of them.

Kang Bo leaned against the doorway, watching Chu Fang's departing figure, and smiled.

Chu Fang was the most unique boss he had ever met. He didn't have an overbearing attitude or a superior demeanor, and many of his actions made people feel friendly.

When Kang Bo saw the head lawyer of the legal team walk by, he asked, "Hey, head lawyer, what did President Chu instruct you to do? If it's private, don't tell me."

"It's nothing serious. President Chu just asked us to investigate and organize his assets and produce corresponding data to prove it." Everyone on the legal team knew this, and the senior lawyer didn't hide anything.

Upon hearing this, Kang Bo immediately became interested: "How much money does President Chu have?"

As Chu Fang's chief steward, Kang Bo gradually learns that Chu Fang is not a born rich second generation, but a self-made millionaire.

A self-made millionaire in his twenties!

God knows how much of an impact this title will have on Kangbo.

Upon seeing Chu Fang, Kang Bo realized that he had been living a life of utter waste all these years.

How can there be such a huge difference between people?

To be able to casually take out hundreds of millions to establish an investment company, and to disregard the company's prospects and future, such a move is undeniably extravagant.

This made him extremely curious about Chu Fang's assets.

The lawyer shook his head: "I don't know."

“Just give me a general figure.” Kang Bo assumed the lawyer couldn’t tell him because of the privacy agreement.

"I really don't know," the senior lawyer explained. "We've just started investigating Mr. Chu's assets and checking his spending habits; it takes time to get the data. And... ..."

Combo: "And what?"

The lawyer said, "Moreover, Mr. Chu is so rich that I can't even guess the approximate amount."

Kang Bo: "...Okay, I won't say anymore, I don't want to ask anymore."

He knew that if he asked, the figure would be astronomical, so there was no need to keep asking to avoid making himself feel inferior.

... ...

As night fell, the employees of Founder Investment Company went home, but the legal team was still working overtime.

A girl slumped over her desk: "Ugh, I'm so tired. I don't want to work anymore. Why am I wasting the best years of my life on these cold, hard numbers?"

“Yes.” A bespectacled woman next to me nodded in agreement. “And it’s all spent on checking other people’s assets. Looking at these millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dollars spent, my heart feels even more desolate.”

He paused, then sighed, "Why am I not a rich person?!"

The lawyers investigated Chu Fang's assets, and the more they investigated, the more disheartened they became.

"A Maybach worth over ten million, a McLaren worth over ten million, a Bentley worth several million..."

"He owns an apartment in Zhonghai Mingyuan, worth over 80 million yuan; two apartments in Tanhua Community, each worth several million yuan; and he recently bought a villa for 50 million yuan..."

"Founder Investment Co., Ltd., and YATeng Yige hold shares in many companies..."

After considering the situation, everyone felt a profound sense of despair, as if their hearts had given up.

The senior lawyer smiled and said, "We deal with money all the time. You haven't been in this business for long and haven't seen much of the world yet. You'll get used to it eventually."

The woman lying on the table asked, "Boss, you've been in this business for so long, where does President Chu rank among the rich people you've met in terms of assets?"

The top lawyer: "First."

"Well, boss, this isn't the first time you've seen something like this."

"I thought you'd seen even bigger scenes."

"Tch~~~"

The lawyer coughed a few times: "Alright, stop complaining and get to work. President Chu paid so much money to hire us, not so we could complain."

The lawyers began their work. The senior lawyer lowered his head, looking at the deposit data of Chu Fang that he had just obtained from various banks, which amounted to at least nine figures.

"I've never seen anything like this before."

Those seemingly wealthy people don't actually have as much liquid asset as people imagine. A listed company with a market value of tens of billions may have less than one hundred million in cash on its books.

But Chu Fang's figure is a solid several hundred million.

The lawyer felt a pang of sympathy, a pang of sympathy for himself, like a frog in a well that had finally climbed to the top and was now able to see the vast, boundless universe before him.

... ...