"Yes, yes, that one on Cat Street."
"Golden Spoon Cafe?"
"Yes, I want you to buy that place."
"Okay, understood."
Benny ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.
A satisfied smile spread across his face.
Just because he owned an investnt firm didn’t an he couldn’t own cafes as well.
The two weren’t mutually exclusive.
One could lose money professionally while the other could lose money artistically.
It was important to diversify.
With that thought in mind, he found a bench by the roadside and sat down.
There was still one problem.
He had no idea what investnt firms actually did.
So he pulled out his phone and opened Yoogle.
A few minutes later, he was scrolling through article after article.
Another few minutes passed.
Then suddenly, Benny froze.
His eyes widened.
A smile slowly appeared on his face.
"I picked the right business."
He nearly jumped from his seat.
From what he had read, investnt returns weren’t instantaneous.
Stocks, equity investnt, business acquisitions, everything took ti.
Even successful companies often needed years before investors saw aningful returns.
Benny stared at the screen and his heartbeat accelerated.
Even if he accidentally invested in a profitable company, there was no way the profits would imdiately appear within the current business cycle.
Which ant... his smile beca increasingly wider.
There was absolutely no way his plan could go wrong.
In fact, he didn’t even need to personally search for terrible investnts anymore.
He had hired an entire team of professionals.
People whose entire careers revolved around finding places to put money.
All he had to do was provide them the capitals and the professionals would handle everything else.
Just because they were professionals naturally didn’t ant they would always make him money.
If making money was that easy, they won’t even be working for him in the first place.
With his mood thoroughly improved, Benny hailed a taxi.
"Where to, sir?" the driver asked.
Benny thought for a mont before replying, "to the nearest car dealership."
The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
Then looked at Benny’s casual clothes and then looked away again.
"Understood."
About half an hour later, the taxi pulled into the parking lot of a large rcedes-Benz showroom.
Benny stepped out and looked up at the glass building.
Luxury cars sat under bright lights behind the showroom windows.
For a mont, he felt slightly nervous.
Before his rebirth, buying a rcedes had been the sort of thing he only saw successful people do.
Now he had fifty-six million yuan sitting in his bank account.
The feeling was strange.
The mont Benny entered, several salespeople glanced in his direction.
Then they glanced away when they noticed his casual clothes.
At a glance he was just a young man who looked barely old enough to have graduated university.
One salesman quietly shook his head.
Another didn’t even bother standing up.
Eventually, a manager looked around and sighed.
"Xiao Yu."
A young woman imdiately looked up.
"Y-Yes?"
"Go receive the custor."
The girl blinked.
Then she looked toward Benny.
A hint of disappointnt flashed across her face.
Not because she disliked him but because every newcor knew what this ant.
The senior salespeople had already judged the custor.
And none of them thought a sale was likely.
Which was why the task had landed on her desk.
Still, she quickly stood up, this was her job.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over.
"Good afternoon, sir."
Her voice carried a trace of nervousness.
"Welco to rcedes-Benz."
Benny turned toward her.
"Hello."
The girl smiled politely.
"My na is Zhao Yue. I’ll be assisting you today."
Benny nodded.
Then his attention drifted past her toward the showroom.
Rows of luxury cars stretched before him.
Imdiately, a serious problem appeared.
What kind of car would Selena like?
A black sedan? Or perhaps, an SUV?
Girls seed to like SUVs... or did they?
What did won actually drive?
Benny suddenly realized he had no idea.
anwhile, Zhao Yue was becoming increasingly nervous.
Had she said sothing wrong?
Why did the custor look so troubled?
After several seconds, Benny finally looked back at her.
"Do won prefer sedans or SUVs?"
"...Ah?"
Zhao Yue blinked.
Benny repeated the question.
"My sister, I want to buy her a car."
Zhao Yue relaxed slightly.
At least she understood the question.
"That depends on personal preference sir. Many won like SUVs because they’re easier to see out of and feel safer."
Benny nodded seriously.
"What would you choose?"
The sudden question caught Zhao Yue off guard.
"?"
"Yes."
Zhao Yue thought for a mont.
"If it were , I’d probably choose an SUV."
Benny imdiately made a ntal note.
Okay, an SUV for sister.
That’s good, now what type of car should I get.
After several seconds, he reached a conclusion.
As long as it was expensive, he didn’t care.
Benny looked at Zhao Yue.
"Which one is the most expensive?"
Zhao Yue froze.
"...The most expensive?"
"Yes, the most expensive one."
For a brief mont, Zhao Yue wondered if she had misheard.
Behind her, several veteran salespeople who had been secretly paying attention also looked over.
The question was so direct that it caught everyone off guard.
Zhao Yue quickly recovered.
"The most expensive vehicle currently available in our showroom is the rcedes-Maybach S680."
She pointed toward the center display.
The black luxury sedan sat under dedicated lighting.
Even among the other vehicles, it stood out.
Benny followed her finger, then he saw the price tag.
¥3,680,000.
anwhile, Zhao Yue beca increasingly nervous.
Custors were usually allowed to test drive vehicles before making a purchase.
That was standard procedure.
But from what she could see, the young man standing in front of her looked more like a university student than a luxury-car buyer.
If she handed over the keys to a Maybach and sothing happened, she would definitely be the one getting scolded.
As she hurriedly thought of a polite way to steer the conversation toward sothing more realistic, Benny spoke first.
"Where do I pay?"
Zhao Yue froze.
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