Li Xian left.
Baili Qingfeng held the bank card containing one hundred million and fell into deep thought.
Even if one hundred million were deposited in a bank at an interest rate of 2.5 percent, it would earn 2.5 million a year. For a deposit of this size, the interest could usually be negotiated, with the highest rate reaching five percent. That would mean five million a year, or 13,698 yuan a day.
He ate three meals a day. Even if he ate well, one hundred yuan per meal would cover it with three hundred yuan. Adding phone bills, internet fees, two sets of clothes per season, shoes, and other living expenses...
On average, he would spend at most one thousand yuan a day.
He could spend one day's worth and earn thirteen thousand in return.
In other words, in this world, he had already reached the pinnacle of life...
Then, couldn't he just live off his wealth until he died?
Could he simply raise Li Wuzhi until he became useless?
But...
Baili Qingfeng asked himself.
Was this the life he wanted?
No!
One hundred million!?
No!
The Pioneer Group's total market value might exceed one hundred billion!
But...
None of this was what he wanted. He wanted to become someone useful to society, someone who would make his parents proud—not someone like this, doing nothing and waiting for his father to hand him the Pioneer Group, worth hundreds of billions, so that he could fall into depravity amid the worship, flattery, and envy of countless people, spending his days muddleheadedly surrounded by money, luxury cars, and grand mansions.
This was not the life he wanted.
"I have to do something."
As Baili Qingfeng spoke, he opened his Electronic Bracelet.
"Hello, Master. I'm Xiao Le. Is there anything I can