"Fuck!" Ever since that day, Fang Jueyu had lost count of how many times he'd used those two words.
This disease, still considered incurable by humanity, could actually be cured; if released into the medical community, it would definitely be a blockbuster. Such a miraculous thing was merely garbage discarded by his ancestors. Could there be anything more wasteful?
Compared to that, he was just spending generously; but compared to them, he must've been quite thrifty and simple, right?
Even the garbage they discarded had such effects, so what kind of heaven-defying treasure could be the things the ancestors "accidentally lost"? Fang Jueyu was already getting impatient to complete the next task.
He carefully put the small bottle back into the space. Though he didn't need it now, who knows when it might be incredibly effective?
"Hello? Boss Lu, where are you?"
"I'm still stuck in the expressway traffic..." In order to rush to Modu, Fang Jueyu had gotten up very early that day, but he had underestimated the pull of China Joy. That day, countless enthusiasts from various cities arrived, and by six or seven in the morning, the traffic was already incredibly congested.
"Teacher Pu, why don't you go ahead? I'll come directly to the venue to find you later!" There was no sign of the traffic improving anytime soon, and Fang Jueyu was too embarrassed to make them wait, especially since Teacher Pu had arranged to meet quite a few friends that day!
Teacher Pu's real name was Liu Yimou, and ever since he made his first pot of gold on the professional gaming circuit, he had settled in Modu.
Normally, he wouldn't really mind waiting, but today at the venue he also had an appointment with a big shot; not only the boss of Bamboo Live but also one of the most famous second-generation rich in the country; he dared not keep him waiting.
In his heart, even though Fang Jueyu was wealthy, he couldn't possibly be richer than that person, right? That person's family might not be the richest in the country, but they were definitely in the top three. The names of these top three scions were well known in society, and Fang Jueyu probably wouldn't rank.
Liu Yimou had invited Fang Jueyu to the exhibition solely to expand his own network.
"Alright then, I won't hide it from you, today I also have an appointment with Young Master Wang. When you arrive at the venue, just call me, and I'll introduce you guys!"
"Sure! See you at the exhibition later!" Fang Jueyu agreed readily.
Of course, Fang Jueyu knew who this Young Master Wang was – Wang Lin, one of the top three magnates in Huaxia, and his son Wang Cong. The phrase "I never care about whether my friends are rich or not, because for sure they won't be richer than me," had gone viral on the internet, and he had also become a very popular "internet celebrity."
But it must be said, although he was a rich second-generation, Wang Cong was very competent and had very sound personal principles, often making people clap and cheer when he rebuked others online.
With his status, he had never mixed with such people before, but now he suddenly had the chance. He couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of fate.
"What the hell is going on upfront? Been stuck for two hours now, and it's not moving at all?" Fang Jueyu had been holding in a pee for ages now, and the long wait was eroding his patience.
"It'd be great if I had an airplane!" Fang Jueyu said offhandedly.
"Host, you do have one!"
"I know I do! All the seafood and Wagyu beef at my house is flown in by private jet," Fang Jueyu retorted sarcastically, "but there's no runway to land here, so what good is having a plane?"
"No, I'm not talking about your private plane, I'm talking about your private helicopter!"
"I have a helicopter too?" Fang Jueyu was surprised, "Right, if I have a plane, what's so strange about having a helicopter?"
Thinking about this, he quickly took out his phone and dialed Zhuang Ying's number.
"Young Master, have you arrived in Magic City yet?" Zhuang Ying was in the villa, enjoying the bright morning with a facial mask on.
"Don't mention it, it seems like there was a traffic accident on the road, and this convoy hasn't moved for hours. If this keeps up, I don't even know if I can make it to Magic City before it gets dark!"
"Oh, just a trivial matter like that? Send me your location, and I'll send a helicopter to pick you up!" Zhuang Ying spoke as if it were the most mundane task in the world, treating a private helicopter as casually as taking the subway or a bus.
Fang Jueyu immediately sent her his location.
"Please wait a moment, Young Master, there's always your private helicopter on standby at Magic City's airport. It can reach that location in no more than twenty minutes!"
"Okay, thank you, Sister Ying!"
"Being rich is truly great!" Fang Jueyu leaned back into his seat, ready to say goodbye to this godforsaken place.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later, a thunderous noise sounded from the sky, and a jet-black helicopter descended, drawing gasps of amazement from many onlookers.
"Holy shit... Isn't that a bit too extravagant?" Fang Jueyu had expected a small helicopter, but this one was nearly the size of a transport chopper, wasn't it? The massive wind pressure seemed as if it would crush the vehicles below into smithereens.
"Host, this private helicopter was converted from a decommissioned United States AH-64 armed helicopter, with a total length of 17.8 meters and a width of 5.23 meters. Mr. Fang Huai quietly bought it a few years ago for $120 million."
"Isn't my father's style a bit too badass?" Fang Jueyu was dumbstruck.
"Why has the helicopter stopped? Is it picking someone up?"
"My God, I've never seen such a huge helicopter in my life. Is it a private one?"
"Maybe not. What if someone is injured or ill and needs to be rushed to the hospital?"
"Hurry up and film this! If we post it online, it will definitely go viral!"
As the crowd buzzed with curiosity, four individuals in black descended from the helo's winch, securing a nearby Porsche Cayenne with what seemed like hoist straps, then quickly returned to the helicopter.
"Wait a second? What are they doing? Weren't they supposed to pick me up? Why have they tied up my car?" Just as Fang Jueyu was at a loss, the aircraft took off, effortlessly hoisting the two-ton-plus Cayenne into the sky.
"Hey, hey! Put me down!" Fang Jueyu was no stranger to flying, but he had never experienced flight in such a manner. Who knew if the ropes were sturdy? If they accidentally snapped, falling from this height, he would be nothing but a pile of mush.
"Hahaha, Host, rest assured, the power system of this helicopter could even lift a tank, let alone a car. Plus, the ropes are specially made. Nothing under ten tons could snap them!"
"But even if you say that, I'm still freaking out!"
"I feel like I'm gonna hurl..."
Amid Fang Jueyu's cries and howls, the helicopter smoothly made its way toward the China Joy convention center. Little did he know, countless people had already recorded and uploaded the spectacle onto the internet.
Unaware to Fang Jueyu, within just a few minutes, the video had already gone viral on major social media platforms, even hitting the top trends on Weibo.