After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

The crowd finally dispersed.

The hallway floor was a mess, with three different colored plastic slippers scattered around, as well as two crushed face masks.

Su Xiaoxiao, Li Na, Chen Min, and Wang Jia worked together to carry the folding table back to their dormitory, and then locked the door with a "click".

In the dormitory, Li Na, Chen Min, and Wang Jia were huddled together, sipping their chilled plum juice, their faces full of enjoyment.

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao come in, Li Na quickly poured her a glass and handed it to her.

"Xiaoxiao, drink some water. They've gone mad... all the girls in the school have gone mad..." Li Na laughed and gasped for breath.

"Xiaoxiao, your boss, Mr. Lin, is practically a money-printing machine!"

Su Xiaoxiao took the cup, took a sip, and said nothing.

With trembling hands, she took her phone out of her pocket and opened WeChat Wallet.

On the screen, a string of numbers flashed coldly and realistically.

Balance: 42,444.00 yuan.

Forty-seven cans, each costing 888 yuan, plus the three cans Aunt Wang bought for 2600 yuan. Not a penny off.

This is the amount of money generated in less than ten minutes! Many college graduates might struggle for half a year in a new first-tier city like Jiangcheng and still not be able to save this much money.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly reddened.

Of this, five thousand yuan was a commission that Lin Fan had personally promised her.

Five thousand yuan.

For a girl like Li Na from a well-off local family, it might just be half a month's allowance or the price of a designer handbag.

But for Su Xiaoxiao...

These five thousand yuan are as heavy as a thousand pounds.

She used to work three jobs a month in the cafeteria, handing out thousands of flyers and enduring all sorts of disdain, just to barely scrape together 1,500 yuan for living expenses.

Her mother's monthly dialysis and medication costs were like an insurmountable mountain, suffocating this nineteen-year-old girl.

But now.

In just one afternoon, she made an errand and got scolded by the dormitory supervisor.

She earned five thousand yuan.

Moreover, according to that hardcover notebook filled with reservation lists, she can earn another five thousand tomorrow, and another five thousand the day after tomorrow...

"Xiaoxiao, why are you crying?" Li Na noticed something was wrong, quickly moved over, and took out a tissue to hand to her.

"It's okay..." Su Xiaoxiao buried her face in her knees, tears falling in large drops onto the cement floor, her voice choked with sobs.

"I just feel... Brother Lin... Brother Lin is a great benefactor to our family."

The dormitory fell silent.

The other three girls, knowing about Su Xiaoxiao's family situation, came over and hugged her with heartache.

On this sweltering summer evening, in Building No. 4 of Jiangcheng University, a girl's fate began to turn wildly because of these fifty jars of raw liquor.

And at the same moment.

8 PM. Jiangcheng CBD, Cloud Private Club.

This is the most exclusive members-only club in Jiangcheng, with a minimum investment of 30 million yuan.

Those who can book a private room here are either rich or powerful; they are a small group of people at the very top of the Jiangcheng business district.

Inside the "Imperial Hall" on the top floor, the air conditioning was blasting.

Seven or eight young men and women were sitting on the leather sofa; they were mostly overseas returnees.

Several opened bottles of Louis XIII and a few half-smoked Cuban cigars were haphazardly placed on the coffee table.

"Why hasn't Lang come yet? He was supposed to be hosting the gathering, and he's already half an hour late."

A young man wearing a Richard Miller watch on his wrist exhaled a smoke ring and complained impatiently.

His name is Xu Feng, the only son of a real estate tycoon in Jiangcheng.

"He probably went shopping on Taobao again."

A glamorous woman in a burgundy deep-V evening gown next to her giggled.

"Last time he insisted that he had eaten amazing fried rice at a roadside stall and dragged us there, but I ended up having an upset stomach for three days."

"His mouth has been spoiled by delicacies for a long time. I heard that now he likes to find strange and ordinary junk food."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, the heavy double wooden door of the private room was pushed open.

Qin Lang, dressed in a floral shirt and carrying a large black snakeskin bag that was completely out of character for him, swaggered in.

"Who's talking badly about me behind my back?"

Qin Lang slammed the snakeskin bag down heavily on the marble coffee table, making a dull metallic clanging sound.

Everyone in the private room was stunned.

The scantily clad girls who were serving drinks shrank back in fright, staring in astonishment at "Young Master Qin," who looked as if he had just returned from working in the city after arriving at the train station.

"What is this?" The glamorous woman frowned slightly.

"Miss Tang, if I can't produce something that truly convinces you today, the keys to this brand-new Porsche 911 are yours!"

The people in the private room were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hey Qin Lang, what tricks are you up to now?" Xu Feng stepped forward and kicked the cheap snakeskin bag with his foot.

Without wasting any words, Qin Lang directly unzipped the snakeskin bag.

Fifty black tin cans, devoid of any fancy packaging and featuring only a matte, frosted texture and dark gold seal script lettering, were exposed before the crowd.

"Pfft—" Xu Feng spat out the mouthful of liquor he had just drunk.

"Seriously, Lang? You're half an hour late just to buy a bunch of... canned drinks? Did your dad cancel your credit card, leaving you to collect scrap?"

Miss Tang covered her nose and took a step back with a look of disgust:

"Qin Lang, take it away right now. This is the Cloud Club. Don't you feel ashamed to bring something like this in?"

Qin Lang's lips curled into a cold smile.

He knew all too well the true colors of these cronies.

He usually drinks Lafite that costs tens of thousands of yuan a bottle and eats white truffles that are flown in from the air, thinking that he is standing at the pinnacle of taste.

"Losing face?"

Qin Lang casually pulled out a crystal glass that was originally used for drinking whiskey from the ice bucket, poured half a glass of pure water into it, and then grabbed a piece of crystal-clear old ice and smashed it in.

"Today, I'll show you what true 'dimensional reduction' really means. These horse piss items on your tables, worth tens of thousands of dollars, aren't even worthy of carrying its shoes!"

After saying that, Qin Lang picked up a can of raw liquor and, with a "hiss," tore open the aluminum foil seal.

The moment the seal was torn open.

The luxurious scent that originally filled the "Imperial Room" with a blend of high-end incense and Cuban cigars was instantly torn to shreds by an extremely rough and sharp aroma!

The smoky, fiery aroma of dried plums, as if mixed with an extreme cold storm above the snow line, filled the entire 80-square-meter luxury private room with overwhelming force.

The cigar Xu Feng was holding fell onto the sofa, burning a hole in it, but he was completely unaware of it.

Miss Tang's hand, which was originally covering her nose, froze in mid-air, and her eyes widened like copper bells beneath her exquisite makeup.

"What...what is this taste?"