I am not Ximen Qing.

"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha... May the Living Buddha Ji Gong bless me to become a billionaire!"

Ji Gong became Zhang Sheng's god of wealth, as if Zhang Sheng had suddenly transformed into a true billionaire. Both were Ji Gong, possessing boundless magical powers; becoming a billionaire was something effortless. Once truly wealthy, one could return home in glory, no longer fearing their hometown like Lu Xun. The phrase "hometown one can never return to" still carries many, many layers of meaning. Returning to Beijing Daxing Airport, yes, means sitting in first class and enjoying the VIP service of beautiful flight attendants. Because, as Zhang Sheng genuinely said, these beautiful flight attendants are the most genuinely warm and caring modern people! They are like the Virgin Mary in heaven—this is Zhang Sheng's most perfect praise for the flight attendants. Think of Song Yu, once incredibly insecure, who, when traveling to Silicon Valley with Caesar, experienced his first 5 yuan first-class flight—the feeling was exhilarating! Being with a billionaire is the easiest way to turn one's life around, which is why billionaires always despise nobody!

Song Yu was able to work with Billionaire because he had indeed performed many highly difficult tasks. Billionaire always valued the exchange of benefits—whether there was value to be gained, and whether there was any value to be exchanged. Caesar hated insurance salespeople the most. He would become incredibly angry when countless salespeople tried to sell him insurance. Zhang Sheng once tried to sell insurance to Caesar and submitted a policy, but he almost forgot Caesar's state at the time—he just seemed incredibly helpless, as if he were a victim. It's truly incomprehensible why Caesar disliked insurance so much; was he the mortal enemy of insurance companies? At that time, Zhang Sheng had formulated a massive insurance sales plan to break through his own limits. Song Yu, on the other hand, obediently bought a car insurance policy, and afterwards, he was very angry!

Zhang Sheng's self-redemption began. Now a true billionaire, the root of all his contradictions lay in not being a billionaire like Song Yu, who worried about his monthly mortgage payments, his son's annual tuition of 200,000 to 300,000 yuan, and whether his bank balance would be enough to cover the family's future expenses—mortgage, education, and living costs. But as a billionaire, these problems became as trivial as a hair on a cow's head. Perhaps he could even pursue immortality, or more importantly, hire Song Yu as his "Mr. Shangqiu," promising him an island and gold coins—much more reliable than unreliable Bitcoin. Song Yu would say, "Thank you, buddy." At least he wouldn't have to endure the kind of dramatic collapse where his fortune vanishes instantly, like a vertical line disappearing into nothingness. He could hire a top student as his fitness coach. How interesting this world is! It's wonderful! That's the beauty of being a billionaire. No wonder Caesar was a workaholic working 996; it turns out billionaires are addicted to work.

The workers suffer on the factory floor, struggling in the cruel assembly line designed by capitalism. Before entering, they undergo strict security checks by tattooed women. All mobile phones are stored in shared work storage boxes provided by the factory; almost all temporary workers have to put their phones in these boxes. Facial recognition and high-definition cameras are everywhere. The assembly line keeps running non-stop. There's no hope to be found in this capitalist assembly line. Why not become a billionaire? Immediately sign a huge contract with an AI intelligent agent to buy all the works in the Immortal Beauty Gallery. Everything is proceeding effortlessly. Yang Yulei's stage play "I Am Not Ximen Qing" is touring the country, with good box office results, enough to solve the initial capital problem for Yang Yulei and the Hong Kong investors. The problem of losses is resolved, a happy ending for everyone. Currently, investing in the film industry is a high-risk project! Viola, as the creator, skillfully captured the resonance of young people with the contemporary themes of marriage and family in "I'm Not Ximen Qing." The billionaire, with his ten thousand red roses—imagine a basket of ten thousand red roses, plus a large apartment—no immoral beauty could resist. This onslaught of love and temptation is more effective and direct than writing several novels or hundreds of poems! Dr. Henry advises Zhang Sheng to be brave; he'll provide Zhang Sheng with the opportunity to pursue immoral beauty. The billionaire finds this rather ridiculous. First-class VIP Zhang Sheng gazes at the fluffy white clouds outside the window, brimming with imagination. He'll immediately throw an Art Salon party upon landing. Yes, tequila flown in from Mexico, and all the partygoers will go wild—how wonderful love! But some might wonder how Zhang Sheng suddenly became a billionaire? It's a bit like the Count of Monte Cristo. Now, there's no Alexandre Dumas, no Count of Monte Cristo, and the era is even more imaginative. The billionaire is born with boundless imagination, isn't he? How amazing! Ever since Ji Gong became Zhang Sheng's god of wealth, Zhang Sheng immediately became a billionaire. Actually, if Liu Bang hadn't been so bold, he himself wouldn't have imagined becoming the King of Han, right? This world is full of so many unknown mysteries; we should maintain enough curiosity, shouldn't we? Giving Immortal beautybeauty a sports car as a gift was something I never dared to imagine before, just as Yan Bing described—a stunning beauty. The process of her being won over involved Yan Bing renting a top-of-the-line sports car. After the girl got in, she seemed like a completely different person. Now I understand the significance of Xiang Yu's black steed, just like Lu Bu's jade rabbit, a thousand-mile horse. Immortal beautybeauty definitely had a curiosity about sports cars. Gerald Fitzgerald's *The Great Gatsby* wasn't so exaggerated; it was just a seaside villa. Nightly revelry, fine wine, and cars were enough. Back then, New York's top tycoons gave Daisy all sorts of perfumes, lipsticks, and silk clothes, didn't they?