A Greater Crisis

Since that was the case, Yang Bo said nothing more.

Sometimes, Yang Bo felt that life never quite went the way one wanted.

By all rights, he now had money and territory. He should have been spending every day eating, drinking, and enjoying life with his women.

But why did he still want to keep striving?

Perhaps that was why humanity progressed. At every level, people were never satisfied and constantly wanted more.

When Yang Bo had first transmigrated here, he had thought that once he escaped that damn Welfare Housing, he would be able to enjoy life properly.

Yet he had never expected to reach this point. His several identities combined gave him a net worth of hundreds of billions, but he still did not feel satisfied and wanted even more.

As for the Interstellar Era's advanced technology, he had barely enjoyed any of it. This villa had only one room for going online; the rest basically had no smart devices.

Because while smart devices served you, they also transmitted your identity data into the system, allowing the system to serve you better.

"How about we buy a yacht?"

"The kind that can sail into the deep sea?" Yang Bo asked again.

Annie shook her head when she heard that. "What we like about yachts is the endless ocean and the sunlight. We don't like the dark seabed."

"Annie's right." Su Wei agreed completely.

"Fine, then should it just be the few of us, or should we invite a few more friends?" Yang Bo asked again. He had to make women's thoughts clear.

"Would the others be men or women?" Siya asked curiously.

"It's more comfortable with just our family. Having outsiders around would feel awkward." Su Wei was somewhat wary. Yang Bo was so outstanding, wealthy and capable.