My Dad Is the Richest Man, but I Am Poor

On my twentieth birthday, I realized that I was a rich second generation. My parents hid this from me for twenty years. I live on the sixth floor of an old small apartment in the east of the city. I wear an old man's shirt that costs fifty yuan for two pieces, and he transfers me one thousand and fifty yuan for living expenses every month. I walked four stops home in order to save two yuan on the bus fare, saved three months of living expenses for a pair of discounted sneakers, and never dared to order more than one and a half meat dishes in the cafeteria. The truth was revealed because of a wrong phone call. Secretary Li asked on the other end of the phone: "Madam, would it be appropriate to move the piano in the villa today? There is also the young master's coming-of-age ceremony..." I dropped the cake. Rush out of the house. I came back early in the morning and opened my parents' safe. There is only one agreement in it. The date of signing was the third day after I was born. "If the heir Shen Mo fails to demonstrate the will and ability to take on the family business when he reaches the age of twenty, he will automatically give up all rights and qualifications as the first heir." And tomorrow, I will be twenty.