And so, for the first time, Principal Wang, hailed as the number one trust fund baby, experienced what it meant to have his imagination limited by poverty.
'Four billion! A full four billion just to decorate his house. Even my old man wouldn't dare to do something like this!'
'What kind of audacity is that! Just how much money does he have?!'
After bustling about for half an hour, they finally had the living room properly arranged.
Looking at the house, worth tens of millions, now decorated with billions of yuan in ornaments, Principal Wang was too stunned to even comment.
Fang Chenyi also looked at the various decorations neatly arranged in the living room and nodded in satisfaction. He snapped his fingers. "Haha, not bad. Thanks for the hard work, you two. Let's go, let's go. Lunch is on me today. Don't anyone hold back!"
Beside him, Wei Yilong glanced at his watch with a sigh and muttered under his breath:
