Wang Chang, the cousin sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head in surprise and asked.

"That's right, they've moved behind the scenes now, but their influence is no less."

Wang Yueheng nodded.

"I saw a video on Douyin saying that some people spend seven or eight thousand yuan on just one breakfast, and six or seven hundred thousand yuan on food every month!"

"I feel like it's a luxury to eat a ten-yuan scallion pancake. It's really infuriating to compare yourself to others..."

"I don't know how they made so much money..."

As his cousin Wang Chang spoke, he turned around and stared at the road ahead with a sense of unease.

"Sister Xiang's family has many businesses, and her husband is very good at making money. This expense is just a drop in the bucket for them."

"If material conditions are met, it's actually quite good for rich people to spend money like this."

"At least it will boost consumption and support many businesses, which is better than saving all the wealth or transferring it abroad."

Mo Zixue gazed out the car window and softly shared her thoughts.

"What's the point of comparing these things? As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

"As long as we enjoy eating scallion pancakes, we and Sister Xiang get the same sense of satisfaction."

Wang Yueheng looked at his cousin's sighing expression and said with a smile.

In terms of spending power alone, I have no problem affording meals at Li Xiang's current rate.

It's just that everyone has their own preferences.

Some people value eating and drinking, some like traveling, but Wang Yueheng himself prefers to enjoy the happiness that singing brings.

Rather than spending hundreds of thousands a month on food, he would rather spend that money on buying and collecting musical instruments.

"That's true. If it's just a matter of money, she'd feel inferior even to the world's richest man..."

"As long as you live your life happily, money is just a string of numbers."

Cousin Wang Chang nodded, a sudden realization dawning on him.

"Huh?"

After the car had been driving quietly for a while, Mo Zixue, who was looking at emails in the studio on her tablet, suddenly exclaimed softly.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Yueheng, who was resting with his eyes closed, turned around curiously and asked.

"I just received an email from the game company..."

"We want you to help them create a promotional song for their game."

Mo Zixue stared at the email content and spoke.

"Oh, you get a lot of emails like that. I remember a martial arts-themed mobile game company once asked me to write a song, but you turned it down."

"I still remember their advertising slogan: 'Brothers, let's fight together, one strike deals 99,000 damage in the brand new version...'"

Wang Yueheng leaned back in his chair, recalling the song requests from some game companies and those exaggerated advertising slogans, and said with a bit of a laugh.

"There are quite a few, and many of them are companies that make games just to make money. They simply throw money at buying users, harvest a wave of players, and then run away."

"If you write songs for them, your reputation and image will definitely suffer, and it will drop a lot."

"But this company is different, and the new game has received pretty good reviews..."

Mo Zixue looked at the screen and hesitated before speaking.

What game?

Hearing what the girl next to him said, Wang Yueheng suddenly became interested and leaned over to look at the computer screen to ask.

"It's called 'Black Myth Journey to the West,' a role-playing adventure game featuring Sun Wukong from the Journey to the West legend as the game character."

"It was just released globally recently, and the feedback from players has been excellent. It's said that even Elon Musk, the world's richest man, is playing it..."

Mo Zixue read the email content word by word and continued speaking.