Chapter 1: The scumbag dad is going bankrupt after all?
"Ye Mengyu, I'm talking to you, what are you thinking about?"
The legend in the fan circle, the all-round fan sister Ye Xiaoyu has traveled into a book.
He died suddenly after three days of trying to buy his eighth house and chasing after a top celebrity.
He was reborn as Hua Ye Mengyu, a second-tier traffic star who had a bad reputation in his life.
And I discovered that Ye Mengyu is a character in the novel, and this world is a fusion of several novels. And she has more or less connections with the important characters in the books.
This life experience is too complicated.
A super rich second generation, with a monthly pocket money of three million.
His biological father is Zhou Wenqu, the richest man in the world, a business octopus with a Midas touch. He is a scumbag among scumbags, over 60 years old, unmarried, and has eight children with seven girlfriends.
She is the eighth, the youngest daughter.
The man behind the big desk in front of her, who was glaring at her and slamming the desk, was very well-maintained. He was neither bald nor fat, and looked like a handsome middle-aged uncle in his forties.
Being able to hook up with so many beautiful women and have them give birth to his children means that besides being rich, he must have a very good appearance.
[Sigh...even though this dad was a jerk, having his family fortune ruined by a prodigal son, and then being sent to a mental hospital by an ungrateful bastard, where he was forced to undergo mental treatment, had electric shocks, took medication, and was given tranquilizers, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and hanged himself, it was all what he deserved. It's still a pity for such a handsome old man...]
What?
Zhou Wenqu stared at the little brat in front of him. Even though she didn't say anything, he couldn't have misheard the voice in his head. She was his own child, and he would never admit his mistake even if she didn't kiss him.
Bang, and slapped the table again.
"Ye Mengyu, what are you talking about?"
say what?
Ye Mengyu blinked, but didn't say anything.
[Is the old man angry about something and is he taking it out on me?]
"Dad, I didn't say anything. You asked Uncle Fa to come over here, what's the matter?"
The housekeeper Zhou Changfa called her and asked her to go back to the mansion, saying that the master wanted to see her, so she came right away!
"I'm not your sweetheart, your beloved child. Can you please just speak frankly? Why are you acting like an old father? What were you doing twenty years ago?"
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Zhou Wenqu almost smashed the table to pieces. He had seen all kinds of storms in his life.
Although it was strange to hear what was in his heart, it didn't scare him.
But, this little bastard speaks human language on the surface, but what is he thinking in his heart?
Huh? Huh? Huh?
It's such a treason, such a treason, it makes him so angry.
"I can't come to you if there's nothing wrong? I'm your father, this is your home, what's wrong with me looking for you?"
The words he said lacked any momentum.
Who made him need help from others?
Her little daughter had no other outstanding qualities, except that she was born with a good fortune for him.
When he was born, the piece of saline land that his little hand pointed to casually became part of the government-planned new district a few months after he bought it, and its value increased a hundredfold.
Later, every time he was hesitant about a major investment project, he would let her just point her finger and he would make a fortune, and he never failed.
This time, the company's investment department also selected two projects. One was a multi-billion dollar commercial real estate project, which wouldn't generate huge profits, but rather a steady, long-term approach. The other was a virtual holographic game development project, which required an initial investment of one billion dollars but could potentially lose everything in the long run. Success would yield hundreds or even thousands of times the profit.
It is too risky to undertake two projects at the same time, and the company cannot afford it.
He just wanted to ask about the koi at home.
Who would have thought that, just when I was able to hear my daughter's inner thoughts, I would be so angry that I fainted because of this little bastard.
"Okay, you're my dad, whatever you say is right. I'm back now."
[For the sake of the three million yuan in monthly allowance, I'll have to endure not only scolding but also beatings. Money is hard to earn, but shit is hard to eat. Even though the sponsor is my biological father, after all, I'm not the daughter of true love. I have to hold on to this thigh.]
"Hmph," Zhou Wenqu snorted inwardly. "I'll deduct all your pocket money next month." "You little bastard, you're so disrespectful!" he cursed in his heart.
Throwing the two plans in front of Ye Mengyu, he said, "See which one is better."
Oh, this one.
Ye Mengyu has gotten used to it. Even though she knows nothing, her scumbag father would always give her two folders to choose from since she was a child. She didn't even have to read the contents, she could just click on them for fun.
I don’t know if the investment is really that casual or if there is some special ritual.
Let her choose.
He casually pointed to the folder on the left and said, "This one."
It's useless to say anything. You earn a fortune, but you can't spend it yourself, and you won't give it to me. Your prodigal son will squander it all, and your precious daughter will be given away to other men as a scapegoat. The dark room in the mental hospital is your final home.
This was the second time Ye Mengyu said he was going bankrupt and was sent to a mental hospital.
Zhou Wenqu really wanted to ask her how she knew that.
But I couldn't ask.
The little bastard won't admit it even if you ask him.
How can I prove whether what she thinks is true or not?
Even the matter of hearing the voice of the heart has come out, could it be for no reason?
What if what she thought was true, how would he deal with it?
He knew which one she was talking about, the prodigal son or the precious daughter.
Could it be that the little bastard was jealous of his older brothers and sisters being favored and making up stories?
The father's mind is constantly racing.
After the person opposite pointed out the project book, Ye Mengyu looked at his father eagerly.
Zhou Wenqu, who finally responded after being stared at, looked puzzled and asked, "Anything else?"
Um?
Is Dad so stingy now? Doesn't he always give me an extra 200,000 yuan in allowance every month after I point it out? Did he forget? Or is he doing it on purpose? Why is he still using me for free? As expected, the richer you are, the stingier you become. Go ahead and save up all your money, and someone will spend it on you sooner or later. Humph, I won't point it out for you anymore. Chop off my fingers, they won't work anymore.
Ahem…
Zhou Wenqu then remembered that he had not paid any labor fees.
This brat has always been greedy for money, and has been like this since she was a child. Ever since she knew that money can buy her favorite roasted pig's trotters, she won't order her around without first negotiating the terms.
When I grew up, I saw that he had a good reputation, so I didn't bother to negotiate conditions.
He dialed the intercom to the housekeeper, "Changfa, starting this month, Xiaoyu's living allowance will be increased by another 200,000 yuan."
Oh, oh. You're not calling me by my full name. Are you happy? When I'm happy, I call her Xiaoyu. Normally, I call her Mengyu. When I'm not in a good mood, I call her by her full name. It feels quite ritualistic.
Zhou Wenqu: ...Is he like that?
"Thank you, Dad. I'm leaving now. Sister Luan helped me negotiate a variety show, and I need to rush back to the studio to sign the contract."
Sister Luan is Luan Haizhu, and she is her agent.
She opened the studio herself and it only serves her, with only seven employees in total.
Sister Luan is still reliable.
After receiving the pocket money, Ye Mengyu didn't want to waste time with his scumbag father anymore. Since there was no emotional connection between them, he planned to leave.
"What's the entertainment industry? Do you have to stay there? You don't need food or drink, so is being an actor really that good?"
Mr. Zhou, the richest man, really couldn't understand. What she earned in a year, after deducting expenses and maintaining the studio, was not even as much as her monthly pocket money. What was she busying herself with?
Could his child be so stupid?
"Then I have to stay. Am I going to come back like a fool and join in your wealthy family's high-end inheritance dispute? Do I deserve it? Am I just waiting to be eliminated?"
She earns one to eight hundred thousand a year. Is that just one to eight hundred thousand?
With that one or two hundred thousand, it is enough for her daily expenses.
I save tens of millions of pocket money every year.
Even if she is kicked out of the entertainment industry in the future, she can still live a life of ease and comfort.
Another inheritance dispute?
Zhou Wenqu couldn't help it and wanted to ask his daughter some questions.
"Is Mengyu back? Wenqu, why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have asked someone to prepare Xiaoba's favorite dishes."
The sound arrives before the person arrives.
As the voice fell, a middle-aged beauty with a gentle and delicate temperament, dressed like a noble lady, came in.
Her language, expressions, and movements all exude the air of a hostess.
[Here it comes, here it comes, true love has arrived. If you didn't know, you'd have thought you were the real mistress of this house. Do you have a marriage certificate? You're just worried that if the old man gave me money, your children would get less of the inheritance, so you're here to supervise. Haha, your scumbag dad has been obsessed with love his whole life. Wasn't he born with all his talent for business? With such a good temper, how could you not see anything wrong with her? The family is leaking like a sieve, no wonder they went bankrupt so easily.]
…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
