The System thinks I'm a man, fails to bind with me, and throws me a hundred million? After tax, too!
Yang Fei is a pharmaceutical rep who drank himself into a stomach hemorrhage in Yuncheng. One moment, he was worrying about next month's rent; the next, eight zeros had appeared in his bank account. Without a second thought, he quit his job, packed his bags, and returned to his hometown, a small fourth-tier city in Ji Province. No starting a business, no investing, no showing off and face-slapping, and certainly no business-world revenge. He spends his days browsing the local market and petting Yuanbao, the orange cat he rescued, while running an unprofitable unmanned bookstore on an old street.
Then, on moving day, he knocked over Yu Meng, the elementary school teacher next door, whose smile revealed two dimples.
From then on, his slow-paced life gained a touch of sweet tenderness.
What can a hundred million buy?
Not luxury cars and mansions, not the adoration of thousands. It buys the confidence to never again have to care what anyone thinks, time to watch his parents grow old, and the freedom to turn everyday life into poetry with the person he loves.
