On the day of the divorce, my ex-wife said, "Take the oil bottle and get out of the wealthy family." So I moved into a shabby rental house with my three-year-old daughter in my arms. Neighbors mocked me for being a good-for-nothing dad, and my kindergarten teacher advised me to transfer to another school if I couldn't pay the tuition. Until my daughter was bullied by her classmates until she cried, I dialed an encrypted number: "Activate plan zero." The next day, the world's richest people gathered together, and the entire city's traffic was paralyzed. My ex-father-in-law knelt at the door of the kindergarten and begged me to go back and inherit the family fortune worth hundreds of billions, but I just hugged my daughter coldly and said, "Want to remarry me? Get in line first." My daughter put her arms around my neck and asked quietly, "Dad, why do they call you 'Urban Master'?" I kissed her little face and said, "Because daddy wants to give his daughter the best world."
