Suddenly Worth Hundreds of Millions

"Girlfriend? Tsk tsk, this kid's got some skills!"

Aunt Zhou pinched her chin, watching Nie Qinglan's retreating figure with thoughtful eyes.

Has this kid started playing the field lately?

As expected, men change when they get money—better warn Shen Muxuan to be careful.

Thud!

A large bucket of Thunderbolt Cola slammed onto the counter, startling Aunt Zhou.

"Auntie, can I ask you something?"

Xie Yan, a short and plump woman with a round face, spoke up.

Aunt Zhou raised an eyebrow at the woman, who looked no younger than herself.

"You're calling me auntie?"

"Little sister, are you serious?"

"You’re barely a few years younger than me!"

"What do you want?"

Aunt Zhou continued chopping pork, her arm trembling slightly.

"Um, is An Yi here?" Xie Yan asked.

Ever since she last saw An Yi, Xie Yan hadn’t been able to sleep.

She knew—this kid had the potential to become a top-tier superstar in Daxia!

Not only was he ridiculously good-looking, but he could also fight.

These days, pretty-boy actors just used stunt doubles for action scenes.

But with his natural talent, a little training in dance and acting, plus some strategic PR—flooding the internet with praise about his "amazing acting," "dedication," "warm personality," and "high EQ"—he’d dominate the entertainment industry effortlessly.

After all, most fans only cared about looks anyway.

And the brainless bystanders? They’d just parrot whatever nonsense they read online.

Regret gnawed at Xie Yan for not getting An Yi’s contact info last time.

She’d gone through hell to track him down to this place.

Aunt Zhou paused her chopping, sizing Xie Yan up skeptically.

"And you are…?"

Xie Yan hesitated. "I, uh… well…"

Seeing the plump woman fumble, Aunt Zhou’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"You’re his girlfriend too?"

Xie Yan: "..."

Why did she say too?!

Aunt Zhou clicked her tongue in admiration.

"Damn, kid’s got an iron stomach—no pickiness at all!"

Xie Yan stammered, "Uh, about An Yi—"

"Take a left out the door," Aunt Zhou said with a forced smile.

Xie Yan quickly bowed. "Thanks, Auntie!"

Aunt Zhou: "..."

Bang!

Aunt Zhou hurled the cleaver onto the cutting board.

"Muxuan! Get out here!"

"What’s up, Aunt Zhou? I’m taking inventory."

Shen Muxuan was meticulously counting stock with a notepad.

"Stop counting—you’ll never get it right anyway!"

Aunt Zhou, now fuming, grabbed the cleaver and growled through gritted teeth, "Grab a weapon! Some chubby auntie’s about to steal your man, and you’re just sitting here!"

Shen Muxuan: "…?"

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred million!

An Yi double-checked the numbers, terrified of making a mistake.

After recounting, he finally snapped back to reality.

He… he’d actually hit his "small goal" of 100 million?

Shangguan Qianqian watched An Yi, who looked like he’d been struck by lightning, and asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Don’t interrupt me! I need to process this!"

An Yi waved her off, eyes shut.

Life could be absurd sometimes.

130 million!

That jar of mud he’d sent to Xiangyun Auction House—after all the taxes and fees, he still walked away with 130 million!

He’d naively thought 5 million was the ceiling.

Back then, worried the auction house might reject it because of its unappealing appearance and smell, he’d set the reserve price at a measly 500 bucks.

Now, he understood the euphoria of the ultra-rich.

Once, he’d despised those capitalist pigs—while secretly wishing he could become one.

And now? The dragon-slayer had become the dragon.

An Yi’s hands trembled.

No need to marry into wealth—he was the wealth!

Head high, chest out, An Yi felt invincible.

Who cared about being some rich family’s bodyguard for a measly 100 million a year?

Was 100 million impressive?

Was it?!

He’d made that much off a single jar of mud!

Just then, his phone rang.

"Hello, is this Mr. An? This is Gao Yude speaking."

The voice on the line sounded elderly.

"Oh, Elder Gao! How’ve you been?"

An Yi chuckled politely while racking his brain—who the hell is Gao Yude?

"The payment from Xiangyun Auction House should’ve arrived. Please confirm."

Gao Yude’s tone was warm.

Only then did An Yi realize—this was the auctioneer.

"Hahaha, much appreciated! Actually, I’ve got another bottle of that Jade Beauty Elixir. Would you—"

Gao Yude gasped. "Another one?!"

The bidding war over the first bottle had been insane.

Though the marketing hype wasn’t as intense as that infamous "Youth Serum" from years ago, it still sold for over 100 million.

If there was another, Gao Yude could push the price even higher with the right promotion.

"Mr. An, be honest—how much of this elixir do you actually have?"

An Yi lied smoothly, "Not much. The ingredients were passed down from my ancestors, and they’re all gone now. What’s left is all there is—once it’s sold, it’s gone forever."

Gao Yude sighed. "If you ever acquire more, please entrust it to Xiangyun. We’ll even reduce our commission."

"Haha, sure, sure."

An Yi wasn’t stupid.

Why were diamonds valuable?

Scarcity. They had no intrinsic worth—if they were as common as glass, nobody would care.

So if he wanted to keep milking this auction-house cash cow, he had to maintain the illusion of rarity.

Sure, Daxia had plenty of millionaires and billionaires.

But how many would casually drop 100 million on cosmetics?

An Yi knew the auction-house gravy train wouldn’t last.

For true immortality (and infinite wealth), he needed his own empire.

Shangguan Qianqian listened, stunned.

This guy—who seemed like nothing more than a pretty face—was actually worth over 100 million?!

"Hey, Ruoxi, how’s the company?"

An Yi dialed Lan Ruoxi next.

Lan Ruoxi sounded exhausted. "An Yi, things are okay… but we’re running low on funds. I’m sorry—I didn’t realize how expensive this would be. I’ve reached out to the Qin Group about factory production lines. They seemed interested and might invest—"

"The Qin Group?"

As in, Qin Yao’s family?

"Forget investors. Money’s not an issue for me now."

An Yi’s tone oozed arrogance.

He’d work with Qin Yao, but Qin Zhengwei? No way.

Business had no room for sentimentality—that old fox would sell his own mother for profit.

He’d considered discussing investments with Nie Qinglan earlier.

But with 100 million in his pocket? Who needed investors?!

Lan Ruoxi hesitated. "But—"

An Yi cut in, "Tell you what—I’ll transfer another 50 million. Hire two more people to handle factory setup and distribution channels. That’s our foundation—no outsiders get a say."

"50 million?!"

Lan Ruoxi’s voice shook. "An Yi, where did you get this kind of money?"

"Not enough?"

Lan Ruoxi hurriedly said, "No, no! This should cover everything, including production lines—"

An Yi hung up.

An Yi pondered for a moment.

Lan Ruoxi had a sharp business mind, but she was still too young and lacked experience.

She needed an old hand to guide her.

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