Hilarious Cultivation: The Eccentric Rich Second-Generation Heir

“I, today, ascend the throne... and grant a general amnesty to all under Heaven!

All the world’s delicacies may be presented as tribute, regardless of social rank. Anyone who offers an exceptional dish will be granted an official post and noble title!

Announce: Liu Chan of the Imperial Household Department, enter the hall!

Why is it so cold in here? Turn on the air conditioner for me!”

Wu Dazhi, hiding behind the folding screen in the corner, sprang to his feet in excitement. “Holy crap! You bastard, hurry! Your spot is better for filming. That deadbeat’s having another royal dream. I’m going over to play along!”

No one noticed that the Liu Chan Fu Xinhan was calling for was none other than their boss, Manager Liu, who was quietly preparing to enjoy the show from the doorway.

Pinching his voice, Wu Dazhi walked over and played along. “Your Majesty, this servant is Liu Chan. The air conditioner is already on. I’ll turn the temperature up right away.”

Fu Xinhan lay back in his office chair, a glistening string of drool at the corner of his mouth. His legs were propped on the desk, and he clutched half a bag of unfinished potato chips. His T-shirt, printed with ‘The Sorrows of a Rich Second-Generation,’ was speckled with crumbs and damp with drool.