Wang Hai’s car was the first to leave the underground garage.
Chu Feng followed close behind in the Porsche 918.
’This woman... Aside from being pretty, rich, and having a great body, she’s got nothing going for her!’
’Damn you, God of Wealth! Didn’t I ask you to find me a woman who was rich, beautiful, with a great body, *and* a good temper? What the hell did you stick me with?!’
Chu Feng ranted nonstop in the car.
At the same time, he was filled with regret.
’She just offered me ten times my salary, and I was stupid enough to refuse. I could just slap myself!’
Ten times his salary—that was tens of thousands!
That would have been enough to pay off his credit card!
...
Beihai Restaurant.
It was located in the southeastern suburbs of Beihai City, and while the location was rather remote, its reputation was stellar.
Chu Feng had never been there, but he often heard his colleagues talk about it.
Outside the restaurant was a vast, open-air parking lot, large enough for dozens of cars.
After parking the car, Chu Feng looked up at the restaurant, which stood over a dozen stories high.
Each floor boasted ceilings five or six meters high and was decorated in dazzling gold, creating a grand and imposing atmosphere.
It reeked of money from a single glance.
’So this is the legendary Beihai Restaurant, the one they supposedly spent seven or eight hundred million to build?’ Chu Feng was stunned.
He then followed Su Miaoke into the restaurant.
At the main entrance, eight stunningly beautiful hostesses flanked the doorway.
’Whoa, Beihai Restaurant really lives up to its name. Even the hostesses are gorgeous! What amazing bodies!’ Chu Feng’s eyes were practically bugging out.
But he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He turned his head and saw Su Miaoke glaring at him.
She looked like she wanted to eat him alive.
"Keep staring, and I’ll gouge your eyes out," Su Miaoke whispered, walking up to Chu Feng’s side.
Upon entering the private room, Chu Feng was once again stunned.
The suite was over a hundred square meters, with separate adjoining rooms and even a private theater.
’So extravagant!’
Chu Feng marveled. He could tell from the decor alone that this place was not cheap.
"Ah, Miaoke, did you get a new driver? I don’t believe I’ve seen him before."
Wang Hai asked after they were seated, looking Chu Feng up and down.
"Uncle Wang, you’re mistaken. He’s my new boyfriend, Chu Feng," Su Miaoke said with a faint smile.
"Oh? Miaoke, you’re not pulling my leg, are you? Is he really your boyfriend?" Wang Hai asked in surprise.
It was clear from his expression that he was very interested in the fact that Su Miaoke was seeing someone.
Su Miaoke replied, "Uncle Wang, you watched me grow up. When have I ever lied to you?"
"Chu Feng, just order whatever you’d like," Su Miaoke said to him.
"You must be Chu Feng. I’ll call you Xiao Chu from now on. You can just call me Uncle Wang," Wang Hai said, moving to sit beside Chu Feng.
As Wang Hai came within about two meters of him, something suddenly flashed before Chu Feng’s eyes.
A string of numbers and text had appeared above Wang Hai’s head.
’Merit Points?! Five hundred Merit Points?!’ Chu Feng exclaimed in his mind.
The longevity Cultivation Technique that the God of Wealth had bestowed upon him described these very things.
The so-called practice of accumulating virtue through good deeds was precisely how one gathered these Merit Points.
Conversely, wicked deeds that shortened one’s lifespan would cause Merit Points to decrease. A score below zero marked someone as an evildoer.
The strength of one’s accumulated Merit could be seen in the point total.
The more good deeds one performed, the more Merit Points one would have.
’Five hundred Merit Points... Wang Hai must have accumulated them from his many years of practicing medicine and saving lives.’
"Hello, Uncle Wang," Chu Feng said, giving Wang Hai a small smile.
"Xiao Chu, no need to be so formal. Just treat us like family. Order whatever you want—a young man like you needs to eat," Wang Hai said, patting Chu Feng’s shoulder.
Having been around for a long time, Wang Hai could tell with a single glance that Chu Feng didn’t come from a wealthy family.
Although he was puzzled as to how Chu Feng had become Su Miaoke’s boyfriend, he didn’t press the matter, seeing that the two of them seemed to get along.
Chu Feng then opened the menu.
One look was enough to make his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
’Holy fuck!’
The profanity slipped out before he could clap a hand over his mouth.
"My apologies, I have a hard time choosing. Why don’t you two go ahead and order?" Chu Feng said, immediately pushing the menu away.
He’d nearly fainted when he saw the prices.
A single dish cost well over ten thousand, and one bottle of wine was a seven-figure price!
Chu Feng thought his eyes were playing tricks on him and had to count the digits just to be sure.
’What the fuck kind of wine is this? Does drinking it turn you into an immortal?’
Chu Feng’s heart trembled as he watched the two of them order.
This single meal cost more than he earned in two or three years!!
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the parties went their separate ways.
"Xiao Chu, you and Miaoke should come by my clinic sometime. I can check your pulses for you," Wang Hai said with a smile.
As he smiled, his gaze drifted—intentionally or not—toward Su Miaoke.
Afterward, Wang Hai had a designated driver take him home and left.
"Do you eat at places like this often?" Chu Feng couldn’t resist asking.
"Not always. Sometimes I go to the Beihai Bay Hotel. Why?" Su Miaoke answered.
"Then you must spend hundreds of thousands in a single day?"
"Isn’t that perfectly normal? Is there a problem?"
"N-no..." Chu Feng was left speechless.
He felt as if his heart had just suffered a critical hit of ten million tons.
’Spending hundreds of thousands a day... and that’s supposed to be normal?’
"Are you going back to the office now? My driver is here. I’ll give you a ride," Su Miaoke said.
"I’m going home!" Chu Feng said.
He didn’t dare go back to the office now. If she dropped him off at work, the gossip would be endless. His coworkers would dig into his background so thoroughly they’d probably unearth his ancestors’ graves.
He’d be branded as a man who lived off a woman!
After getting in the car, Chu Feng was still thinking about the uses of Merit.
According to the Cultivation Technique from the God of Wealth, Merit could be used to increase a person’s lifespan, Blessings and Prosperity, financial fortune, and more.
The amount of Merit someone like Wang Hai possessed was enough to be converted into an additional fifteen years of life!
Ordinary people couldn’t see or sense Merit, much less know how to use it.
But Chu Feng, with the help of the God of Wealth’s Token, could convert Merit for those who possessed it.
If a person’s Merit Points were in the negative, he could convert them into misfortune, suffering, illness, and other calamities.
Chu Feng took another careful look at Su Miaoke and found that she only had ten Merit points.
An almost negligible amount.
More than twenty minutes later, a Maybach stopped outside an urban village.
Chu Feng got out of the car, attracting a great deal of attention.
Then, Su Miaoke got out of the car as well.
"Aren’t you leaving?" Chu Feng asked with a frown.
"What? In such a hurry to get rid of me? We did sleep in the same bed, after all. Are you going to pretend you don’t know me now?" Su Miaoke sneered.