“No, wait, we’re rich.” Fang He said, pulling the bag of melted chocolates from his pocket. “You can smell it, right? It smells like wealth.”

The taste of God's wealth.

The cloying, cheap artificial scent wafted out, and just as Xiao Cheng was about to complain, she saw passersby suddenly stop in their tracks and turn to cast greedy or envious glances at her.

"It's gold coins..."

"The smell of so many gold coins..."

"It smells so good...it really smells so good..."

More and more people stopped to look, their eyes turning bloodshot, as if bewitched, and involuntarily moved closer to Xiao Cheng and Fang He.

"Hey... come on, isn't this a bit too much?"

Xiao Cheng experienced a zombie apocalypse firsthand. Seeing someone rushing over to shoot without thinking, he delivered a flying kick, sending the person flying a great distance and knocking down a group of people in the process.

Seeing the situation getting increasingly chaotic, two waiters rushed out from the front desk. One went to stop the tourists who were on the verge of agitation, while the other rushed over, snatched the money bag, and dragged Xiao Cheng and Fang He towards the elevator.

"Hey, wait! We didn't buy any..."

"Buy it! This bag of money is more than enough to buy two elevator tickets!" The waiter slammed the elevator buttons, watching anxiously as the floor numbers jumped down one by one.

As the crowd surged toward them, making a commotion, one of the waiters, unable to stop them any longer, turned and called over a large group of people, who linked arms and formed a human wall.

Fortunately, the elevator was fast enough that Xiao Cheng and Fang He were pushed in before the human wall was broken through. At the same time, two bright red chips were also thrown into the elevator.

"Don't flaunt your wealth. Remember to have fun on the second floor!" The waiter watched the elevator doors gradually close, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and peeked inside the money pouch.

Then his expression suddenly changed.

Xiao Cheng watched as he angrily lunged at her and frantically pressed the elevator buttons.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The elevator doors closed quietly and then began to ascend.

"So this was in your calculations too?" Xiao Cheng toyed with the red chip with a face value of one hundred.

"Hmm... how should I put it?" Fang He looked at the floor number in the elevator, which was stuck on the second floor. "Unexpected, but reasonable."