Panic

Lately, he'd been too busy, and this small thought quickly vanished like bubbles. He was just too tired. Once he had a moment of free time, he'd rush to take a shower and then crash into bed, sleeping so soundly that not even thunder would wake him.

It wasn't until Monday morning of the third week that Zhang Hao realized the purchasing phase was over. The next step was assembly.

Zhang Hao had strong practical skills, like in painting and design, but not when it came to installing electronics. He was a complete idiot when it came to anything electronic, or "e-idiot" for short. Forget assembly; he couldn't even understand the diagrams.

There were two huge workbenches in the basement, both purchased by Mi Feng. Zhang Hao was responsible for assembling the workbenches; he had enough common sense for that. He just had to follow the instructions.

He opened his laptop and mounted it directly onto a support bracket, also purchased by Mi Feng. Everything was under this guy's control. Opposite it was a phone stand, which Zhang Hao also placed his phone on.

A projector sat to the side. The laptop, phone, and projector were arranged in a triangular formation. One cable connected the laptop to the projector, and then a line of text appeared on the opposite wall.

"Find item, first one..."

A clear picture appeared, followed by a panoramic view of the basement. A red circle highlighted the item needed. It was immediately obvious, and Zhang Hao saw it clearly. He immediately went to find it, picked up an electronic board, and returned to the workbench, placing it on the table.

"Next item..."

A clear picture of the item, its location, and then Zhang Hao found it.

He found about ten items in total, large and small, along with some tiny wires and tools like a soldering iron. Zhang Hao felt a prickling sensation on his scalp. He was truly dizzy, completely unable to understand what Mi Feng was trying to do.

The projector displayed an electronic board, then another very small electronic component. Zhang Hao didn't know what it was, but he understood the diagram on the projector. The two items were brought close together, and the small component was plugged into the electronic board. The position wasn't complicated, and Zhang Hao understood it at a glance.

He might not be good at other things, but he wasn't afraid of assembling things according to diagrams, and he could do it very well.

Mi Feng had ordered a lot of electronic components and circuit boards, even some high-priced custom circuit boards that required Zhang Hao to solder electronic components onto them one by one with a soldering iron... For a whole month, Zhang Hao persevered like this, with Mi Feng ordering takeout for every meal.

In one month, Zhang Hao assembled ten strange-looking devices. Under Mi Feng's guidance, he connected them with silver and gold wires of various colors.

Zhang Hao didn't know at first, but when he was connecting them, he noticed the gold in the wires didn't look like copper. He casually asked and found out that the connecting wires were basically silver and gold, like 18K gold.

Once everything was connected, a few words appeared on the screen.

"You can leave for now."

Zhang Hao said, "Can I ask a few questions?" He wanted to know what these machines, or whatever he had assembled, were for. He had held back until the end to ask.

"No need to rush. I know what you want to say. After some time, I will tell you, and also who you most want to know... who I am, haha!"

Zhang Hao sighed. He knew very well that he had probably fallen into some kind of trap. Whether the outcome would be good or bad was hard to say. After all, he wasn't a child or a fresh graduate. In the internet age, with information overload, his knowledge far surpassed that of previous generations. He knew very clearly that there was never a free lunch in this world.

"Alright, whether I believe it or not, having come this far, I can't say anything clearly. I hope our cooperation is successful."

Zhang Hao already felt that this large sum of money was very hot in his hands.

He returned to his room and opened the laptop on his desk. Mi Feng had bought ten of these laptops online. Four of them were already in the basement, one in each corner, standing upright on shelves, running 24/7.

There were also laptops in the living room and bedroom, and two in the studio. All of this was to facilitate contact with Mi Feng. Coupled with a mobile phone, he could be contacted promptly even when using the restroom.

It had been over ten days since he last checked his financial accounts. Zhang Hao opened his account and started counting the zeros, one, ten, hundred, thousand... He widened his eyes again. The total in all accounts had exceeded 2.1 billion, not to mention the money spent.

No calculation was needed. Zhang Hao knew that his own money had reached six to seven hundred million. This speed of making money was too terrifying. And another important question flashed through his mind: who exactly was this Mi Feng, and what did he want?

At this point, Zhang Hao realized he could no longer escape the other party.

What troubled Zhang Hao the most was that he couldn't share his worries or excitement. He considered himself to have no close friends. It wasn't that he was eccentric, but he had spent too long at home and rarely socialized. He had truly close friends in the past, but after graduating and starting work, their contact became less and less, and they gradually drifted apart. After all, people are always growing.

Moreover, as he stayed home longer, Zhang Hao didn't really want to find someone to confide in. Whether things were going well or poorly, he would bear it silently. It was just that this time, things had gotten a bit too big and a bit too inexplicable. Becoming a billionaire in just a few months left him unsure of what to do.

It could be said that not everyone could handle immense wealth.

Zhang Hao was already doing quite well. He was remarkably calm and hadn't flaunted his wealth with extravagant spending. Apart from the initial surprise and excitement, the more wealth he accumulated, the more pressure he felt.

This money was earned inexplicably and made him uneasy. The biggest reason was the unknown purpose of Mi Feng. Who was he? Until this secret was revealed, the more money he earned, the less secure and more flustered Zhang Hao felt.

After much thought, Zhang Hao decided it was best to keep his newfound wealth a secret. Without the proper foundation, he shouldn't be ostentatious. There were too many examples online of people who, after striking it rich, like winning the lottery, faced negative consequences. Wealth without the virtue to match it could not be kept.

On the other hand, his interest in Mi Feng grew. This person was too mysterious and too capable, possessing knowledge far beyond his own. By remaining patient, he was confident he would eventually meet Mi Feng. He refused to believe that as a collaborator, Mi Feng was merely a "money-bringing boy." Such good things didn't exist in the world.

Zhang Hao's original life plan wasn't about seeking great wealth or status, but simply peace and happiness, doing what he loved. Of course, this was predicated on having a certain financial capability; without sufficient funds, all of that was just empty talk. A person who can't even afford to eat wouldn't have any aspirations; their only aspiration would be to fill their stomach.

However, Zhang Hao never imagined that after hitching a ride with Mi Feng, he would inexplicably become a billionaire, with his wealth still rapidly increasing, completely disrupting his original life plan. This was the first time he felt immense pressure due to having too much money.

He could only make decisions after meeting Mi Feng. For now, he could only wait calmly.