Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

When Cuiling saw the child, her attention was immediately drawn back to the child. She bent down and picked the child up, saying, "Baby, you're back. Were you a good boy/girl today?"

Attorney Lang rested her hand on the back of the chair and smiled at the man opposite her. From the man's perspective, it would look like Attorney Lang had her hand on Cui Ling's waist. The man's expression clearly showed some surprise.

Attorney Lang said, "Oh, is this a new friend you've met?"

Without even thinking, Cui Ling said, "No, this person said he was some kind of manager here. We're just sharing a table temporarily. I didn't quite understand what he was saying about the services he was introducing."

Attorney Lang felt much relieved, and casually remarked, "Your Xiaomeng thinks the food at this hotel's buffet restaurant isn't special enough, so she wants to try some local restaurants. Let's go together."

Xiao Meng happened to hear this and her eyes widened. Just as she was about to say something, Xiao Tang tugged at her, "Brother Lang said that because he wants to take your sister away from that person."

Upon hearing that it was Xiaomeng who suggested it, Cuiling immediately followed her outside. "Let's go then. This place is really ordinary, there's nothing good to eat. When we come out to play during the New Year, we should eat something special."

Cuiling walked ahead carrying the child, while Attorney Lang pushed the stroller beside her and continued the conversation. Anyone who didn't know the situation would definitely think they were a young couple.

When they met up with Xiaomeng, Attorney Lang said, "Xiaomeng, let's go. I'll take you to a restaurant that serves authentic Portuguese food. My friend took me there before, and it was very good."

"Hey," Xiaomeng scratched her head and turned to follow.

After enjoying the specialty seafood rice, Attorney Lang didn't leave the Lin sisters alone; he took them directly to a charity auction for the local high society.

The people present were all local celebrities, so there was no chance of encountering any strange sales managers.

At this high-profile auction, Xiaomeng didn't see anything interesting being auctioned. Most of the items were small pieces like jade carvings and jewelry.

Xiaomeng noticed that the jewelry was of mediocre quality, and several pieces hadn't been properly stored. The gemstones even had scratches on their surfaces; she doubted anyone would actually bid on them.

Sure enough, those items that weren't in good condition failed to sell at auction.

Those exquisitely carved jade pieces that have been passed down through generations fetch quite high prices at auctions.

For example, there are rare items like jade tripods and incense burners from the Qing Dynasty. Although Xiaomeng thinks the jade quality isn't very good, it's said that these jade carvings are cultural relics with a long history and were once collected by famous collectors.

The transaction prices, often reaching two or three million, left Xiaomeng completely stunned.

Xiaomeng wanted to join in raising her placard, but Attorney Lang said that this was a display of wealth by the local tycoons, and if she didn't want to stand out and make the headlines in the local newspaper, it was best not to get involved. So Xiaomeng had to suppress her restless little hand.

This is a scene of flaunting wealth! A group of middle-aged and elderly people are joking with each other while raising their hands to bid. It's clear they all know each other, addressing each other by nicknames. It has a bit of a Hong Kong tycoon drama feel to it.

Xiao Meng overheard two big shots sitting at the next table, exchanging insults and revealing each other's past while bidding against each other, almost as if they were locked in a battle of wits. No wonder there were people at the entrance specifically reminding attendees that photography was prohibited during the auction, or they would be kicked out. Probably nobody wants their unseemly side appearing in the tabloids.

Although everyone present was dressed impeccably, they were actually hurling very vulgar insults.

This is indeed a circle that Xiaomeng cannot join.

After watching the auction, back at the hotel, Xiaomeng sat at her desk in her room, logged into her account, and wrote down the gossip she had just heard about the love-hate relationship between the two big shots at the next table.

The material is truly abundant, covering all sorts of business brawls, corporate espionage, competition for the same actress, comparisons of the number of lovers and children, and so on. If it weren't for the late hour and the fact that she had to go out tomorrow, Xiaomeng would almost have written a full-length novel.

After writing and sending the article, Xiaomeng opened her email and found a letter.

Upon opening it, I found it was a letter from Xiao Cheng, Qingqing's boyfriend. He was writing formally to inform Xiaomeng that the short drama they were collaborating on had been released and was performing well initially. It had already garnered two to three hundred thousand views in the first week, and advertisers were already approaching them. Judging by the situation, they should break even in less than a month.

When Xiaomeng saw this, her eyes widened. Actors can make so much money? So easy? They can recoup 400,000 yuan in a month?

Is this for real? If you have roughly the same income every month, how much would you earn in a year? It's like a golden goose laying golden eggs.

As we continued watching, Director Cheng said that he had arranged for a group of friends in the industry to help promote the show. His friends all thought the show was good and had potential, and the ratings should be even better next month.

In addition, he is preparing to start a new drama. He has his eye on the ancient palace revenge drama in Xiaomeng's IP library and asked Xiaomeng to work on the script and try to add more plot twists.

Xiaomeng tried hard to recall, but after writing so many articles, she couldn't remember many of the details.

Okay, I'll go to sleep first. Tomorrow I'll review some of my old writings and see if I get any inspiration.