"Why on earth are so people so incredibly wealthy?"
Jiang Ran muttered to himself.
Forget about the castle itself—just looking at the many murals, statues, reliefs, and various decorations visible now, each was a small, money-consuming project.
For example, to his left, there was a relief sculpture, a black evil dragon relief the size of a head. How much would it cost to make one of these things?
A few thousand? Or tens of thousands?
And reliefs like this could be seen everywhere.
While Jiang Ran was still pondering this, the twenty or thirty people who had entered with him had already completely scattered, disappearing into this castle.
Jiang Ran stopped thinking about the castle's actual value.
He just gained a new understanding of the financial power of Gu Bei, who owned this castle.
Taking a step forward, he too began searching for the small cards.
...
In another building within the Blue Forest Castle Estate.
This building was square-shaped. Compared to the main castle at the center of the estate,
this place seed like a warehouse, or perhaps where the castle's servants slept and lived.
But even this building where servants gathered felt luxurious.
A couple was on the second floor of this building, searching room by room for the small cards.
The man in the couple was a classmate of both Gu Bei and Jiang Ran.
The woman was brought along by the man to join in the "wool-gathering."
The woman asked the man, "Hey, how co you never told you had such a rich classmate? Soone who can afford such a luxurious castle estate?"
The man was rummaging through drawers and cabinets, "Don't say you, even I didn't realize he was this rich. Although back in high school, I saw the luxury cars picking him up change all the ti, I never imagined he even owned a castle estate."
"However, even if he is rich, he's just a high school classmate. I've been out of college for several years now, so why would I, out of the blue, ntion high school classmates to you?"
The woman, "Oh, do you know if he has a girlfriend?"
The man stopped what he was doing, his eyes blazing as he stared at the woman, "What are you trying to do?"
The woman, "Don't overthink it, I know my place. It's just that I have a very beautiful female friend. I thought I could introduce them. If it works out, wouldn't that be a good thing?"
The man sneered upon hearing this, "Beautiful? For a rich guy like Gu Bei who can afford a castle estate, aren't beautiful won a di a dozen? Forget about your friend! Among ordinary people, she's okay, but among beauties, she's at the bottom. Don't waste your energy!"
The woman straightened up, as if indignant, "My friend might not be a supermodel-level beauty, but she is pretty. Plus, she has a master's degree! They say beauty alone is a losing hand, but paired with any other card, it's a winning bomb! My friend might still have a chance!"
The man, still sneering, replied, "Master's degree? Again, among ordinary people, it's impressive. But among the combination of beauty plus education, it's just so-so."
The man continued, "There's sothing I never told you. I used to hang out with a rich second generation who was also very wealthy, casually gifting girls a Porsche 718."
"He often threw parties with one guy and multiple girls."
"Not only were all the girls at those parties beauties, the lowest educational level among them was a master's degree. Many were graduates from foreign universities, and each was multi-talented."
"Things like piano grade certifications, professional dancing, they were all-rounders. Skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting..."
As the man spoke, he let out a deep sigh, "It's really good to be rich. Girls like that are unattainable goddesses for guys like us, but for those rich guys, they co when called and leave when dismissed. At the biggest party my rich second generation friend threw, he, one guy, had over twenty beauties of that level around him... it practically drained him dry..."
The woman covered her ears upon hearing this, shouting, "I don't believe it! You're lying!"
The man said, "Who am I lying to?"
The woman, "I don't believe it. If they really have such high education and are so multi-talented, they could obviously find good jobs on their own and live well. How could they possibly do such things?!"
The man tilted his head, "Don't talk about them. If it were , and I just had to 'serve' a bit to get gifted a 718, I'd be willing too. After all, how easy is that money?"
"No matter how high your education or how good your job, don't you still have to work hard and earn money slowly?"
"Hey! Hey! Where are you going?!"
As the man was speaking, he noticed the woman storming out of the room in a huff. The man chased after her and saw her walking towards the depths of the corridor.
"I'm going to the rooms over there. We'll search separately! Isn't that more efficient?!"
The girl said angrily.
The man could tell she was angry, and he also thought what she said made so sense, so he watched her walk towards the deep end of the corridor.
Let her be alone for a while to cool off.
Then, the man returned to the previous room to continue searching for the small cards.
While searching, he grumbled to himself about how foolish his girlfriend's thinking was.
Of course, he had once held the sa view as his girlfriend and asked his rich second generation friend: Among those willing to play those gas with you, there are quite a few girls from wealthy families themselves, since they could afford to study abroad.
Even if they aren't as rich as you, is there a need for this?
In response, he received this answer from his rich second generation friend:
Those girls are highly educated and have seen the world.
So they have quite high and unique demands for life experiences. They aren't bound by traditional female fraworks.
Simply put, so are just seeking novelty and thrill, so just enjoy this kind of decadent, live-for-the-mont lifestyle.
Not considering other ssy stuff...
The man smacked his lips, hoping that one day he too could beco a rich man.
Just as he was reminiscing and sighing about how much better the rich live,
suddenly, a sharp scream shattered the silence of this floor.
The man imdiately straightened up. Was that his girlfriend's voice just now?
Had sothing happened to his girlfriend?
Even though they had just argued, it was clear they had good feelings for each other.
He imdiately rushed out of the room, running along the corridor his girlfriend had taken, calling out her na loudly.
Finally, he stopped before a tightly closed door at the deep end of the corridor.
Standing here, he could hear his girlfriend's painful whimpers and cries for help coming from inside the room.
Without ti to think, he pushed the door open.
The next second, he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
He saw his girlfriend, seemingly hooked by sothing from behind, her feet a short distance from the ground, forced to hang suspended in the air.
Furthermore, from her body, red liquid continuously dripped and splattered onto the deep black wooden floor.
The wooden floorboards seed like dieval witches, desperately thirsting for blood, as the blood appeared to be slowly absorbed.
"You! Behind you! Be careful!"
Despite the mask of pain on her face, when his girlfriend saw him arrive, she still shouted at him, warning him of the unknown danger.
"Wh-what?!"
As he uttered these words,
the back of his head suddenly suffered a violent blow.
The mont the blow landed, the man felt as if he was about to die.
His body fell uncontrollably.
At first, he didn't feel much, but once his body reacted,
the intense pain at the back of his head and the confusion in his mind nearly caused him to black out completely.
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