The path to becoming a tycoon begins with binding to the Godly Rich System.

Yu Heng isn't a very good drinker, and he got a little drunk today.

When Zhang An drove the car into the hotel parking lot, he discovered that Yu Heng in the back seat had fallen asleep against the car window.

After checking that the temperature inside the car was comfortable, Zhang An didn't wake Yu Heng. Instead, he sat in the car and waited for Yu Heng to wake up.

Yu Heng was woken up by a text message on his phone.

"How long have I been asleep?" Yu Heng asked Zhang An, rubbing his forehead.

"Sixteen minutes will be counted from when you arrive at the parking lot," Zhang An said.

Yu Heng took out his phone and glanced at it, only to find that it was a message from Chu Anlan.

Chu: [Aaaaaaah! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!]

Chu: [Image] (A red banner hangs on the wall of a residential area, which reads, "Mr. Yu and Mr. Chu were defrauded of 550,000 yuan by a website for donating money. Love is passed on, and true feelings endure, but be careful to verify information.")

Chu: [What is he ohing about? What is he ohing about?!]

Chu: [Cat head crying jpg]

Yu Heng rubbed his forehead again; his head was hurting even more.

Yu: [Where did you come from?]

Chu: [My cousin sent it to me, and he even made fun of me!]

Chu: [Will the paparazzi find out about me?]

Chu: [Waaaaah, I'm so ashamed!]

Chu: [Crying uncontrollably.jpg]

Yu: [Don't worry, it shouldn't happen, and it's not a bad thing either. So what if it gets exposed?]

Chu: [How could this be?! How am I supposed to face anyone after this?!]

Chu: [I don't want to!!!]

Chu: [If this gets exposed, I'll jump off a building!!]

Chu: [Jumps into the river!!!]

Chu: [Hangs himself up in a tree with a rope!!!]

.........

Yu Heng... Okay, I can tell you're really upset.

Looking at the "Eighteen Death Moves" that Chu Anlan was preparing to perform on his phone, Yu Heng's slight embarrassment at being hung on the banner quickly faded away.

"Heh!" He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Zhang An looked up at Yu Heng in the rearview mirror. Yu Heng had one hand on the car door, propping his head up at an angle, while the other hand was replying to a message.

His face was full of tenderness and doting affection.

Zhang An guessed it must be information about Miss Yang Qingyan, since she always had some quirky ideas and endless things to say.

Back in his hotel room, the first thing Yu Heng did was go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhang An asked the hotel staff to come and collect Yu Heng's clothes and prepare clean clothes for him.

"Mr. Yu, would you like to order anything else to eat?" Zhang An asked as Yu Heng came out.

"No need, you should rest today too. I'll take a nap and take care of myself tonight. You can come with me to the Huanyu meeting tomorrow morning." Yu Heng waved for Zhang An to leave.

"Yes, Mr. Yu," Zhang An replied softly, then closed the door behind him and headed to his room.

On the way, I thought I'd go back and rest for a while, then get up later to prepare the materials that General Manager Yu might need for tomorrow's meeting. My mind was filled with various work arrangements.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, looked at the bright sun outside, and suddenly remembered that Miss Yang Qingyan was going to school today, and she wouldn't bring her phone to school.

The person who sent the message to Mr. Yu today... could be a close friend, or a younger relative he doesn't know.

Of course, there's another possibility: she could be the future boss's wife!

"Hiss!" It seems he needs to start preparing a contingency plan on how to get along with his boss's other half. After all, even if this isn't the case, his boss is already at the age where he needs to find a partner.

Over the next two days, Yu Heng took Zhang An to Huanyu for two meetings and several dinners with the company's senior management.

Zhang Xueming also introduced him to some big bosses and shareholders in the investment circle.

"Phew!" Back at the hotel, Yu Heng sat on the living room sofa, loosened his tie, and revealed his delicate collarbone.

Zhang An brewed Yu Heng a cup of his favorite Da Hong Pao tea and placed it on the coffee table to his right.

"Go to Country A tomorrow to handle the assets under my name. I'll send the documents to your phone later." Yu Heng picked up his teacup, first smelling the aroma of the tea, then taking a sip.

Zhang An's skills are quite good: "When you get there, go find Lawrence Wynter at the Lawrence Law Firm, he will help you with these matters."

This Lauberg Wient is the system's advanced bionic robot.

After the tycoon's death, it transforms into the owner of a high-end law firm, acting as the tycoon's personal lawyer and helping to manage the tycoon's estate.

"Okay." I guessed that President Yu might have more than one asset, but I didn't expect him to have one overseas as well: "Should I hire a personal assistant for you while I'm away?"

Yu Heng thought about it and realized that it was indeed necessary.

Recently, Zhang An has been running around taking care of all the trivial matters for him, and he has found that having an assistant by his side is really convenient.

However, the original purpose of recruiting Zhang An was to assist him in asset management, so making him do these miscellaneous tasks is clearly a waste of his talents.

“It is necessary. You will probably be quite busy in the future and won’t have time to stay by my side all the time.” Yu Heng nodded: “But there’s no rush. We can talk about it when you come back from Country A.”

"Okay." Zhang An secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his boss's arrangements for his future.

Despite earning a high salary, Zhang An felt quite insecure because he was always doing a job that could be replaced at any time.

Only when the boss assigns you work can you prove your abilities, and only by proving your abilities can you gain the boss's attention.

Capable people are afraid of not having opportunities.

The next morning, Yu Heng went to the gym first, as he had been attending too many dinner parties in the past few days and was seriously lacking in exercise.

He didn't have the hotel butler bring breakfast to his room. After exercising and taking a shower, he went downstairs to the breakfast restaurant by himself.

When Yu Heng arrived, it must have been quite late; there were very few customers in the restaurant.

"Hello sir, would you like our dining service?" Upon seeing Yu Heng enter, the waiter closest to him quickly walked up to him and asked.

"No need, I can do it myself." Yu Heng waved the waiter away, grabbed a sandwich and some milk, and prepared to sit down and eat.

He was about to sit by the window, but when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure in the corner.

Would you mind sharing a table?

Chu Anlan was planting mushrooms in the corner when she was startled by the sudden noise.

"Ah! Yu Heng?" Chu Anlan looked up and saw Yu Heng standing across the table, smiling at him.

"Why are you alone? Where are your agent and assistant?" Yu Heng put down his breakfast, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The person who was originally full of surprise immediately wilted: "Sister Qiu went to the film set to help me with the role, and Xiao Wang went upstairs to pack his luggage."

"You're going to join a film crew to shoot a movie?" Yu Heng took a bite of his sandwich, raised an eyebrow, and thought, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Hey! What are we filming? I got kicked out of the production team." Chu Anlan wouldn't have said this to someone he wasn't close to, but in his heart, Yu Heng had been through thick and thin with him.

Yu Heng paused in his chewing of the sandwich. What did it mean to return it? This thing was like buying something; could it really be returned?

"Why...why?" Yu Heng swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and asked cautiously.

He was afraid that if he didn't greet them properly, it would be like reopening old wounds.

"It was just a role as the second male lead in a movie. I was already confirmed, but the producer had someone with connections who squeezed me out." Seeing that Yu Heng didn't quite understand, Chu Anlan explained it to him.

"Sigh! I was so happy to get this role, and I even turned down several other gigs afterward." Chu Anlan said with a helpless expression, "But oh well, circumstances are beyond our control. At least they gave me a guest spot on a variety show."

"Don't you guys sign contracts?" Yu Heng asked, puzzled.

"They don't care about the penalty for breach of contract, and they have some connections there, so we can't make things too ugly," Chu Anlan explained.

Yu Heng understood; either he had a powerful background himself, or he had climbed up to someone with a powerful background.

"Oh right, didn't you say you wanted to see my performance at the New Year's Eve gala? You'll be able to see it this Saturday." Chu Anlan had let her mood sink for a while, but now she was back to her usual self. After all, having resources snatched away is a common occurrence in the entertainment industry.

Yu Heng was drinking milk when he heard this and almost choked.

He first took out his phone to check the time, and it was indeed still November: "Isn't the New Year's Eve Gala broadcast on New Year's Day?"

Chu Anlan rolled her eyes at Heng Qing: "Hmph! I knew you didn't care about me at all." Then she felt that her words sounded a bit strange.

"Is this a matter of caring or not?" Yu Heng didn't notice their conversation was strange either. He felt this needed to be clarified, otherwise, conversations on different wavelengths could easily cause problems: "This Saturday is still more than a month until New Year's Day!!"

"Uh... it's not that New Year's Eve gala. It's a variety show on Apple TV to warm up for the New Year, called 'New Year's Eve Gala.' It selects programs that can be performed on the New Year's Eve gala, and they're all crosstalk and skits." Seeing that Yu Heng seemed to really take the message he sent him seriously, Chu Anlan felt a little guilty.

He thought that even if Yu Heng didn't know, he would at least look it up. After all, how could a New Year's Eve gala be rehearsed more than a month in advance? And now that the New Year's Eve gala is so popular, he was just thinking that Yu Heng probably, maybe, or perhaps would find out.

Did Yu Heng really trust him that much? The more Chu Anlan thought about it, the more guilty she felt, and she quietly shrank back into her chair.

"Ha!" Yu Heng sneered and slammed the cup down on the table with a "thud".

It wasn't that Yu Heng trusted him that much; it was just his professional bias that made him think that someone in the industry would definitely know more than someone outside of it.

As a result, this friend who had been scammed along with him was scammed again?