"Someone once calculated that a single day of my time is worth tens of millions," Wei Hanyun said gently to Zhong Ziyan as they walked. "So feel free to spend without restraint—that’s why I brought you here."
Zhong Ziyan… Zhong Ziyan was still mentally calculating how much a person who earned millions per day made every second, while this very person continued speaking to her in a leisurely, unhurried tone.
"Due to certain circumstances…" Wei Hanyun omitted the details, "I need you to spend as extravagantly as possible—write checks, buy the most expensive things you can imagine. Within the bounds of our agreement, you can purchase real estate, luxury cars, private islands, jets, even companies. If the agreement is fulfilled successfully, you can keep everything after a year."
Though she had known this was a windfall, Zhong Ziyan—who had grown up poor—still felt dizzy from the sheer magnitude of wealth being thrown at her.
"Spend as much as I want?" she murmured, seeking confirmation.
"I’ll make sure you can’t possibly drain my fortune within a year," Wei Hanyun chuckled.
His already strikingly handsome face now seemed to Zhong Ziyan even more radiant than the infinite expanse of fifty thousand points in a cosmic ledger.
Zhong Ziyan: "..." Damn rich people…
…Absolutely worth it.
When they reached the small dining room, Wei Hanyun suddenly asked, "Can you cook?"
Zhong Ziyan reflexively denied it: "No."
How could someone who had nearly forgotten the taste of food possess any culinary skills?
Wei Hanyun took out his phone and placed it unhurriedly on the table. "You sent me a message this morning. I only saw it when I returned—my apologies."
After his polite apology, he added, "There’s one part of your explanation I don’t quite understand. For instance, what exactly can I ask you to handle?"
Zhong Ziyan thought back to the content of her text and straightened her posture. "But don’t worry, Boss. I’m a very quick learner."
After hastily serving Wei Hanyun instant noodles with a single egg, Zhong Ziyan returned to her room that night and immediately opened her phone to toss a few cookbooks into her shopping cart, swiftly placing the order.
Once done, she absentmindedly clicked on a live-streaming video that popped up on the homepage.
The host’s cheerful voice instantly filled the room: "Welcome, everyone! This is Second Miss’s livestream! Today is the final day of the 6.18 shopping festival, and as promised, the grand finale item will be revealed at the very end of tonight’s broadcast. Ah, I wonder if any big spenders will be willing to buy it—I’m a little nervous, haha!"
This was Zhong Ziyan’s first time watching a livestream. She adjusted the volume and lay on her bed, watching intently.
Five minutes later, she placed her first order.
Ten minutes later, another.
By the time Second Miss took a sip of water and announced that the blockbuster item was about to be unveiled, Zhong Ziyan had already purchased every product the host had recommended.
She checked the order total—just a few tens of thousands—and recalled Wei Hanyun’s remark, "You’re still not spending enough." A flicker of anxiety crept in.
"...Now, this next one is just for fun," Second Miss joked with her audience. "You might not believe it, but tonight’s final item isn’t skincare or snacks—it’s something incredibly, ridiculously expensive! Take a guess, and there’s a prize if you’re right!"
While Second Miss teased the suspense, Zhong Ziyan skimmed the comments section, where messages scrolled past like barcode lines.
Some guessed sports cars, others helicopters, and one even suggested a round-trip ticket to Mars for two.
Zhong Ziyan: "..." A round-trip to Mars? That boring place? She’d rather die than go back a second time.
"Don’t rush, don’t rush! Before the big reveal, let me explain how to purchase it," Second Miss waved her hands dramatically, manipulating the livestream interface. "I’ll release the purchase link shortly. Since there’s only one item available, it’s first-come, first-served!"
The purchase page had been edited for secrecy, with key details blurred. Only a smudged background was visible.
But when Second Miss swiped the screen, the price appeared.
"Original price: eighty-four million. But today, in my livestream, an instant discount of five million—just seventy-nine million, and it’s yours!"
The comments section erupted into chaos, with everyone speculating about what the item could be and which tycoon might snatch it up.
"Of course, we all know credit cards can’t handle such a huge transaction at once," Second Miss chuckled. "So this is just a preview. Later, I’ll open a separate page for a one-million-yuan deposit. After payment, I’ll personally contact the buyer to arrange the rest."
Zhong Ziyan perked up, clicked into Second Miss’s store, and readied herself for the purchase.
After several more sips of water and relentless urging from viewers, Second Miss finally unveiled the mystery: "Alright, enough teasing! The seventy-nine-million-yuan item is… a private island! For the first time ever—ownership rights, not just a lease! And as a bonus, the buyer gets naming rights—you can rename it whatever you like!"
She finally removed the pixelated blur, displaying photos of the island while gushing, "Look at this! Breathtaking! Azure waters, pristine white sand! They say diamonds, houses, and cars are nothing—giving someone an island is the ultimate declaration of love!"
Zhong Ziyan tuned out the host’s exaggerated praise, clicked the full-payment option, and completed the purchase with a single fingerprint scan.
On the livestream, Second Miss was still bantering with viewers.
"What if it doesn’t sell? Well, no one expected it to sell on a livestream anyway—this is just an ad! Check out our travel packages—this honeymoon suite, for less than a hundred thousand, lets you stay in the same room as a British prince on his wedding night—"
Zhong Ziyan’s screen displayed a "Purchase Successful" notification.
Mission accomplished—boss’s spending task complete.
She casually tossed her phone onto the pillow and headed to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Second Miss’s livestream descended into pandemonium over Zhong Ziyan’s instant purchase.
Only when viewers pointed it out did Second Miss realize the private island—meant as a gimmick—had been bought outright, as casually as if it cost eight yuan instead of eighty-four million.
Dazed for a moment, she suddenly gasped: "I forgot to set the discounted price!"
The comments flooded with merciless "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"s.
Amid the chaos, Second Miss hurriedly messaged the buyer—a seemingly generic account with a default avatar and username—while maintaining her professional composure: "Our mystery tycoon is low-key, folks. Default profile, default name—like a hidden master who strikes when least expected, except with money."
As she sent test messages to what looked like a bot account, she briefly wondered if the platform had sent her a fake buyer as a prank.
——What sane person would casually spend tens of millions online to buy an entire island outright?! And in full payment!
Second Miss’s hands trembled slightly with excitement as she took a moment to explain to her audience: "This boss paid in full with a single swipe of their card. Do you all understand what that means? Either they have tens of millions in cash sitting in their account, or they’re holding an unlimited black card."
The comments section erupted with theories—if it really was a black card, the buyer’s identity was practically half-revealed.
How many ultra-wealthy individuals like that even exist in the country?
"Hold on, everyone. I’m going to call the boss for a live interview," Second Miss announced, switching her phone to speaker mode with a playful grin. "Let’s all soak up some of this tycoon’s luck—maybe we’ll all strike it rich this year!"
But the phone rang endlessly with no answer. Second Miss held her phone like it was a scalding piece of fried rice.
—Could someone who could casually drop over eighty million really have nothing better to do than pull a prank on her livestream?
"The boss clearly treats money like dirt and doesn’t care about a five-million-yuan discount," Second Miss said, salvaging her pride while signaling her assistant to contact the platform. She smoothly carried on with the livestream, stubbornly redialing the number the buyer had left.
By the fourth attempt, the call finally connected.
Second Miss perked up, ready to speak, but the other party beat her to it: "Hello."
Just two words, yet the voice was crisp and cool—the kind that instantly signaled this was someone not to be trifled with.
—And completely unlike what Second Miss had imagined. She’d assumed it would be a man.
Her brain short-circuited for a second, and she blurted out: "Rich lady!"
The comments section exploded into a frenzy of "HOLY CRAP MARRY ME, RICH QUEEN" and "LMAOOOOOOOOOOO."
Second Miss nearly choked on her own audacity and hurriedly backpedaled: "N-no, wait—let me explain! This is Second Miss’s livestream. I just wanted to confirm—Ms. Zhong, did you just purchase a private island in the Bahamas through our livestream?"
A cool female voice came through the speaker: "Mm. Changed your mind about selling?"
"No, no, of course not!" Second Miss rushed to clarify. "It’s just that the discounted price was supposed to be seventy-nine million, but our staff didn’t expect you to pay in full upfront, so they forgot to adjust the price. About the five-million difference…"
The voice on the other end cut in with a solution: "Keep the change. Donate it to charity."
That was not the answer Second Miss had anticipated. Dazed, she glanced at the cue card her assistant was holding up and seized the moment to ask the next question: "May I ask… what’s the purpose of buying this island?"
A brief silence followed before the woman replied: "It’s for my husband."
Click. The call ended.
Second Miss stood frozen, phone in hand, before finally turning to her livestream, where viewers were flooding in by the thousands. "Tell me," she asked weakly, "has this blown up on trending searches yet?"
Of course it had. The moment Second Miss announced she was livestreaming the sale of a private island, it had already begun climbing the trending charts—though, admittedly, her own team had given it a little push.
But the real explosion, the moment that set the entire internet ablaze with gossip, came when a mysterious buyer instantly purchased the island with a full payment.
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(Author’s note: When I wrote "keep the change," I stood up and applauded my own audacity.)
