Work Makes Me Happy

Scheming

The girls exchanged awkward glances.

Unless they were fresh recruits, anyone who had worked for a few years would quickly lose their enthusiasm. The first year was boiling water, the second lukewarm water, the third cold water, and the fourth frozen solid.

In the end, who wouldn't want to slack off, muddle through the days, and collect a paycheck while sitting around? Naturally, the easier the work, the better; the shorter the hours, the better; and the higher the pay, the better.

As for Li Bai's claim that "work makes me happy"—say things like that and you won't have any friends, okay?

"Well said! A nouveau riche will always be a nouveau riche and can never become truly wealthy. You have exactly the right attitude."

Su's father raised his glass and clinked it against Li Bai's, then toasted him with a large glass of red wine.

Poor losers needed brand-name goods like Apple products to decorate themselves, making themselves look wealthy and socially prominent. Truly rich people were themselves symbols of wealth and needed no external trappings to put on a show.

Ding Yun, who had just been hit by the knowledge that he had a billion yuan, immediately lost interest. She had originally been eager to discuss with Li Bai how to run a restaurant and earn as much as several hundred thousand yuan.

Who could have imagined that, averaged out, the money he earned in a year might exceed what she planned to make from running a restaurant for an entire year in just one day?

"Let's cut the cake!"

Fortunately, Su Mei promptly changed the subject, and her best friends all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Eating at the same table as a rich person was simply too stressful.

Not long after