Under the cloak of night, the ancient city is brilliantly lit, filled with cheerful songs and laughter everywhere!

However, in the heart of this prosperous era, in the employee area of Honeycomb Media, a man is actively working overtime all alone in the office.

He's an average-looking young man, intently staring at his computer screen. Although fatigue is apparent on his face, his eyes sparkle with a particular energy. His desk is littered with tossed documents and food bags.

After a while, the young man blinks his dry eyes and licks his lips, rummaging around on his desk.

He comes up empty-handed.

He gives a bitter smile, crumpling the paper bag in his hand.

A series of knocks on a glass door echoes through the office. A bald head pokes out of the manager's office.

"Meng Fei, are you done yet? It's been several days now, I need it today!" the bald-headed man sternly admonishes.

Meng Fei's looks slightly displeased, but in the end, he calmly responds, "Mr. Wang, it's almost ready. I will send it to you shortly."

Wang Yu! Meng Fei silently repeats the bald head's name, his look darkening.

This guy is notorious for arbitrarily changing strategies, which has led to extreme dissatisfaction of clients and sent the boss into a rage. In the end, he shifts the blame onto Meng Fei, using his original ideas to please clients - he's a total jerk!

Afterward, the overtime proposed by Wang Yu ends up falling on Meng Fei. As soon as the boss leaves, Wang Yu hunkers down and sleeps soundly in the office.

"Recheck before giving it to me, and make sure there are no mistakes!" Seeing Meng Fei's indifference, Wang Yu sniffs coldly and withdraws his head.

Meng Fei tightly clenches his hands, making a grinding noise.

Right now, he really wants to punch someone.

However!

Meng Fei's hand gradually loosened.

Life required him to eat and pay for rent and utilities. It was pressing him so hard that he didn't even afford food and attire, losing all temper and tolerance.

He needed this job, he needed this modest wage to sustain himself.

For this reason, he had to endure!

"Only a can bear all, revenge is a dish best served cold," Meng Fei muttered in his heart.

"Buzz...."

Just then, his phone on the table began to vibrate. As he raised it to look, it turned out to be an incoming call from his girlfriend Yuan Yuan.

"Meng Fei, let's break up!" Without waiting for Meng Fei to speak, a female voice came from the phone.

"Yuan Yuan, what's wrong? If you have something upset, tell me. Don't joke about this," Meng Fei said with a laugh.

"Meng Fei, I'm not joking with you. I'm serious. We aren't compatible, we aren't made for each other," Yuan Yuan seriously said again.

"Why, we have been together for two years. I am planning to buy a house this year, why would you suddenly break up with me? You should at least give a reason" Upon hearing that Yuan Yuan wasn't making a joke, Meng Fei immediately asked anxiously.

"You can't provide me with the life I want. Even if you purchase a house this year, you will still need a down payment, and can't pay it all at once. Furthermore, after marrying you, I would still need to bear a massive debt, and the house isn't spacious either. Meng Fei, to be blunt, you're too poor. You can't provide me with the life I want. Let's call it off. Don't try to contact me again." After finishing, Yuan Yuan hung up without leaving any room for Meng Fei to reply.

As she hung up, Meng Fei faintly heard a male voice in the background.

"Cheated on..."

At this moment, Meng Fei couldn't express whether he resented Yuanyuan's reality or not. She was not wrong; even the house he planned to buy was less than sixty square meters, required a down payment, and he had no ability to buy the house in full.

He was really poor, very poor, otherwise he would not bear such a big breath for a job.

With a disheartened feeling, he placed his phone on the table, staring blankly at the computer screen, Meng Fei did not know what expression to use to express his inner fluctuations at this moment.

"Buzz buzz..."

The mobile phone rang again, displaying a strange number.

Without thinking, Meng Fei hung up the call, yet, not three seconds later, the same number was calling back.

Already angry, he answered the call this time and started scolding: "You bunch of telemarketers, have you no decency? It's late at night, you're not only disturbing your own sleep but others as well. Aren't you afraid of being hit by a car when you go out, or choking to death while drinking water?”

"Hehe...Working overtime late at night, you seem quite angry? You should drink some tea to cool down," an old man's voice came from the other end, not only unoffended but also suggesting him to have some tea to calm himself down after Meng Fei's outburst.

"Who are you, and why are you calling me?" Meng Fei hadn't expected to hear an elderly voice on the line.

"My name is Meng Fanjiu, strict speaking, I'm your granduncle. This time I'm calling you..."

"Are you insane? It's late at night, and you pretend to be my granduncle? My granduncle has been dead for many years, and he had only one brother, moron!” Meng Fei abruptly cut him off and hung up the phone, subsequently blocking the number.

Network and telecommunication scams are rampant. These days, if you don't receive such calls, it is as though you are not with the times.

After the scammer's call, Meng Fei decided to accept his fate since he couldn't alter his destiny.

He then concentrated on sorting out the document files Wang Yu wanted as quick as he could, so he could leave work early and go home to rest.

Half an hour later, Meng Fei sent the organized files to Wang Yu. Within five minutes, he saw Wang Yu, carrying his briefcase, leave the office. When passing by Meng Fei, Wang Yu instructed, "Remember to turn off the lights and power when you leave. I'm heading out first. These past few days of overtime work have really worn me out!"

Meng Fei silently nodded, indicating he understood.

After packing everything up, which took him about fifteen minutes, he shut the door and started taking the elevator down.

Just as he stepped out of the building, he saw a Mercedes parked at the entrance.

After glancing at it, Meng Fei turned towards his bicycle.

Yet, at that moment, the door of the Mercedes opened and a middle-aged man in a suit emerged, briskly approaching him and shouting, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Meng Fei?"

Upon hearing the call, Meng Fei stopped and turned back, a puzzled look on his face, "Are you calling me?"

"Indeed, Mr. Meng Fei, our master would like to invite you for a meal. Would you do us the honor?" The middle-aged man reached Meng Fei's side and inquired politely.

Meng Fei pondered for a moment, certain that he didn't know any wealthy individuals, nor were there any reasons for someone to invite him to dinner in an elegant Mercedes.

As the saying goes, where there's no smoke, there's no fire. The weasel pays a New Year call to the chicken.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your master and besides, it's getting late. I need to go home and rest. So, thank you for your master's consideration." Meng Fei replied politely with a smile, turning away.

However, the middle-aged man's next sentence made Meng Fei stop in his tracks.

"Mr. Meng Fei, your grandfather Meng Fannian had a younger brother who got lost when they were young. My master is your grandfather's brother, your great-uncle, Meng Fanjiu. He tried to call you just now, but you hung up on him, which is why I'm here. If you don't believe me, I can transfer one million to your account now to convince you." The middle-aged man finished, then picked up his phone, dialing a number.

Three minutes later, Meng Fei felt his phone vibrate. He picked it up and found a text message from the bank:

"Your savings account ending in 6723 has received a transfer of 1,000,000 RMB. Your current balance is 1,002,927.09 RMB. [China Construction Bank]"

The transfer message made Meng Fei start to consider the authenticity of the situation.

"Mr. Meng Fei, now you can confirm that we're not joking, right? If you have no further questions, please come with us to meet your grand uncle," said the middle-aged man, smiling as he saw Meng Fei staring at his phone, knowing that the bank transfer details had popped up.

At this point, what could Meng Fei say? He just nodded and got into the Mercedes with him, speeding off.

An hour later, they reached the neighboring province.

Upon stopping in front of a villa, the middle-aged man led Meng Fei inside.

As they entered, they saw an elderly man in his seventies sitting on the sofa, his eyes half-closed as if he was dozing off.

Hearing their arrival, the elderly man opened his eyes and beamed at Meng Fei, "Haha, my dear grandson is here! Come over here, let me have a good look at you!"

Suddenly, an old man pops up next to you and starts saying, "Great grandson, I am your grandfather, quickly come over and call me grandpa."

If it wasn't for that million dollars, Meng Fei would definitely have kicked him and yelled, "You old fossil!"

But, this old man seemed like he could possibly be his grand uncle even though he had no idea.

"Um...shouldn't someone fill me in on what's going on? I'm a bit lost," said Meng Fei to the old man.

"Haha, alright, let me explain the whole situation to you..."

Following this, the elderly man explained everything to Meng Fei. And Meng Fei understood, this elderly man... his grand uncle was indeed real.

They had secretly conducted a DNA test to avoid misidentification, and the certification had clearly verified that he was indeed Meng Fei's biological grand uncle.

Most importantly, his grand uncle had no children and was sterile. Therefore, he was in a haste to find Meng Fei to inherit his fortune, just a modest three trillion!

And his only condition for Meng Fei to inherit this wealth was simple. Meng Fei was to manage a branch company in the ancient city and make the company profit by ten billion within two years.

In Grand Uncle Meng Fanjiu’s words, "Here's a small goal for you, let's see if you can earn me ten billion dollars!"