Young Master Wang Shaoyu's Money-Losing Life in Xihong City

"Every day, I rack my brains trying to figure out how to lose money, but my money seems to be able to reproduce. The more I spend, the more I have, until all it leaves me with is a handsome face..."

Long ago, Wang Shaoyu's father said those words, and now they had come true for him.

A contract requiring him to lose a hundred billion within twenty years weighed on Wang Shaoyu's shoulders like Mount Tai, saddling him with pressure no rich kid should have to bear.

This money-burning road was so difficult: customers showered him with praise, his competitors made him look good, and his employees stabbed him in the back... And every so often, his father would casually wave a hand and transfer another billion to him.

Wang Shaoyu could only laugh and cry: "Why is it so hard to lose a little money?"