Rich Young Tycoon, Chasing Updates with Sheer Wealth

The Three Kingdoms.

New Delhi.

The Kusapali Family.

"Rajesh, you must treat Lalita well, understand?"

"Okay, Mom."

A boy agreed with a big smile.

After the boy's mother and a group of noble ladies went to the salon, Rajesh gave the fat girl, Lalita, a disdainful look, left a single sentence, and disappeared.

"You play by yourself, I'm going to read comic books."

Surrounded by a cloud of servants, the young man strode away with an air of indifference, seemingly oblivious to his own family.

The chubby girl, Lalita, stood there helplessly, watching the boy's departing figure with shame and resentment. "If only I could lose weight."

The boy naturally had no interest in the thoughts of a chubby little girl.

Who is she?

Aren't comic books great?

"Alright, let's begin."

Back in his luxurious palace-like residence, the young man sat down and gave instructions to the servants lined up in front of him.

"Yes, Master Rajesh."

The densely packed servants responded in unison.

"Young Master Rajesh, this is the latest issue of the Wonder Woman comic."

"Um."

The boy took the comic book handed to him by the servant, looked at the cover featuring Wonder Woman with her thighs and large breasts, and smiled with satisfaction.

This is his favorite comic, and he always reads it as soon as it's released.

The boy flipped through comics while enjoying the delicious food served by his servants.

The other servants stood there quietly, like someone in a hell on earth, each holding a different comic book, waiting patiently.

Although it was the boy's mother who was hosting the salon today, and almost all the top ladies of New Delhi were there, which would normally require a large number of servants, the boy's family had no shortage of servants, and only money.

The boy had three older brothers and two sisters, each with a large private servant group, not to mention his parents.

Therefore, even when holding large salons, there is no need for a young boy's private servant corps.

The servants, numbering in the dozens, were dedicated to serving the boy as he read comics.

Born into poverty, his family was struggling financially, and even his father's Bentley was rented. His life as a boy was simple, unpretentious, and monotonous.

"Next."

After watching his favorite Wonder Woman, the boy gave the order.

"Young Master Rajesh, this is the latest version of the Hulk."

"..."

"..."

"Young Master Rajesh, this is the latest version of Aquaman."

The boy took the latest comic books one by one and flipped through them. When he was almost finished, he took the Aquaman and complained, "Aquaman is the worst."

After watching it and finding it surprisingly good, the question arose, "Is there anything else?"

"Young Master Rajesh, this is a newly released comic book."

"Huh, a new comic, Lord of the Mysteries?"

The boy took the comic, flipped through it, and was immediately attracted by its style, which was completely different from the monotonous superhero comics.

How much content is left in a thin comic book after removing the pictures?

The boy finished reading quickly and asked eagerly, "What about the next one?"

"That's all."

That's it?

The boy was thoroughly enjoying the comic book and couldn't accept this outcome. He shouted, "Get the Comic Book Store to figure something out! I need to see the rest of the story now! Immediately! Right now!"

The servant responded and left, returning shortly with a man who was none other than the owner of the Comic Book Store.

"Young Master Rajesh, the comic is newly released, there really isn't a latest issue yet. If you want to see the later content, you can read the original novel first."

Do you have the original novel?

"No, it hasn't been released in New Delhi yet."

"Then contact them in the United States and have them fly over immediately."

"Yes, Master Rajesh."

The Comic Book Store owner agreed without hesitation, since the boy would naturally pay for the airfare and other expenses, and if the boy was happy, a small tip would be enough to keep him busy for a long time.

12 hours later.

The boy received the original novel that had been airlifted over, and after reading it day and night, he complained, "It's over again? Where's the next one?"

"There really isn't any more below."

The Comic Book Store owner said with a wry smile, "The author has stopped writing here; there's really nothing more."

"Impossible! The first volume left so many unanswered questions; how could there be none in the later volumes?"

The boy refused to accept this reason. "There must be more!"

"Young Master Rajesh, how about we invite this author to our home and have him write the rest of the story specifically for you?"

One of the servants, a clever one, suggested it.

"Yes."

The boy is still young and hasn't studied abroad yet, so he hasn't been afflicted with the strange and wicked habit of being unable to speak in front of girls, nor has he developed the cowardly personality of thinking, "The moon is always brighter and rounder outside, I can't get used to the food in my hometown, there are too many people in the Three Kingdoms and I would never want to go back, I love United States, please don't send me back to America."

He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Have someone quickly invite this Adam Duncan over. He's not allowed to leave until he finishes writing the rest of the content. He can name his own terms."

At this time, as a child of the "Iron Man Family" of the Three Kingdoms, he was the most beloved and intelligent one of his parents, praised as the Star of New Delhi. He was truly young and spirited, bold and unrestrained, and even dared to point at the moon and say, "Look! I've discovered a planet!"

There's nothing he wouldn't dare to do.

The young prodigy is keeping up with the updates!

"I'll leave this matter to you."

The clever boy who offered suggestions with a single finger.

"Yes, Master Rajesh."

The clever boy was overjoyed. "Don't worry, young master, even if I have to tie him up, I'll tie Adam Duncan up and bring him here specifically to write the rest of the novel for you."

"Um."

The boy nodded in satisfaction.

"No!"

At this moment, an older servant spoke up to stop him, saying, "Young Master Rajesh, this Adam Duncan is a writer from the Upper Kingdom. You can invite him, but don't mention kidnapping him or restricting his freedom to write novels for you. We can't afford to offend him."

"Nonsense!"

The boy scoffed, "Who in our family can't afford to offend?"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the boy, the older servant gave his companion a wink. The companion, aware of the great risk involved, quietly slipped away to find the boy's father.

Snap!

The boy gave the clever boy a few more instructions, and just as the clever boy was about to leave, he was bumped into by the boy's father who had rushed over, and the father slapped him across the face.

"You bastard!"

The boy's father glared angrily at him again. "Rajesh, do you know what you're doing?!"

"Father."

The boy stood there, stunned. From childhood to adulthood, everyone except his siblings, including his parents, had doted on him. He had never seen such a face before.

"I didn't do anything, I just wanted to read a novel..."

"Just reading a novel?!"

The boy's father was furious. "Do you know that our family is in danger of being destroyed because you read this novel?"

"Ah?"

The boy was stunned. It's just reading a novel, is it really that big of a deal?

After his father dismissed the servants and spoke to him alone, telling the boy about the situation of the Great Empire and their own family, the boy said in a trembling voice, "I don't want to watch anymore, I love United States..."

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