Wang Qiran swore he wasn't a greedy person; he was simply contemplating what kind of life he would lead once he had money.
Save up for a few years to buy a house? Buy a car?
Then get himself some better clothes?
The t-shirt he was wearing was bought during last year's Double Eleven sale for over thirty yuan. Once he got a raise, wouldn't he be able to afford a couple of three-digit yuan shirts? And those sports shoes he’d had his eye on, over two hundred yuan, he wouldn’t have to hesitate and could just buy them.
Along the way, Zhuge Lan and Dongfang Jingjing didn't understand what Wang Qiran was calculating. As they walked, he kept muttering, "Over two hundred," "Seventy or eighty," "Treat myself better."
Of course, if they knew, they would be even more bewildered.
With an annual income of hundreds of thousands, why would he still be lamenting over clothes costing tens of yuan?
The three of them walked to the roadside to wait for a car.
To let Dongfang Jingjing experience ordinary life, they didn't choose to rent a car, nor did anyone from the Dongfang family come to pick them up. They were taking a taxi.
However, as the three of them chatted and waited for the car, someone not far away set their sights on them.
These individuals had been in the same train carriage as them from the start.
They had been silently observing these three people the entire time.
To be precise, they were observing Dongfang Jingjing.
Some people, by nature, don't appear to be ordinary. Take Dongfang Jingjing, for instance. She had tried her best to dress low-key, but upon encountering someone knowledgeable the moment she got on the train, they could tell at a glance.
There wasn't a single item on Dongfang Jingjing that wasn't valuable.
The hairpin on her head was inlaid with diamonds, real South African diamonds. The necklace around her neck was a pigeon's blood ruby necklace. And the handbag she carried was a limited edition Louis Vuitton, and it was genuine.
Who would believe she was poor?
Just now on the train, she had directly transferred money to that poor boy, demonstrating incredible generosity and wealth.
As for Zhuge Lan beside her, his entire attire was brand-name menswear, and they were rather luxurious brands. His clothes and shoes alone would cost tens of thousands.
These, were the targets for the two of them.
"Brother, you promised that following you meant a life of luxury and feasting. With our skills, we'd become strong, prosper, and create even greater glory, but..." as this person continuously stared at Dongfang Jingjing and Zhuge Lan, a younger-looking man beside him expressed his worry with a hint of concern, "Isn't this what we call petty theft?"
"What do you know?"
When his younger brother spoke, this person shot back, annoyed, and began to lecture him, "Look at those three. Apart from that kid who looks as destitute as us, the other two are absolutely rolling in money."
"Mm, but Brother, that's their wealth, what does that have to do with us..."
"What do you know?" This 'brother' continued, "They look even younger than you, and that girl, her outfit alone is worth over a million. You tell me, if a young girl younger than you is dressed in an outfit worth over a million, wouldn't her bank account have tens of millions or even hundreds of millions? Wouldn't her family be billionaires?"
"And nowadays, any billionaire, their hands aren't clean. What do we call this? This is robbing the rich to help the poor! This is taking down the landlords! This is fighting against the wicked capitalists!"
The young man blinked, thinking, "Is there some truth to this?"