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Rise of Great Powers: Starting with Robots
墨書 Inktalez
As July arrived, the weather remained as hot as ever. The streets were bustling with pedestrians, all busy with their daily struggles for a living. Ji Yuan shook his head, still somewhat in disbelief. He never expected that his girlfriend of five years would turn out to be so selfish and self-serving.
What was all this talk about an advance of eighty thousand in betrothal gifts? Wasn't it just a way for her to drag his family into repaying debts together? If Ji Yuan truly came from an ordinary family and agreed to her calculated demands for betrothal gifts, wouldn't that mean pulling his parents into the mess as well, forcing the whole family to work off the debt?
Although he had decisively blocked her, Ji Yuan still felt puzzled. Why did girls nowadays seem to lack any self-awareness?
Buzz buzz buzz! His phone vibrated urgently in his pocket. Ji Yuan looked down to see it was a call from his dad. He casually pressed the answer button, "Hello? Dad, what do you need?"
On the other end, Ji Fu's teasing voice came through, "You little rascal, do you want me to send you some pocket money?"
"No need," Ji Yuan firmly refused, showing no signs of hesitation.
"Really no need?" Ji Fu smacked his lips in surprise; he didn't expect that even when trying to give his son some pocket money, he would be turned down.
"Fine, even though we don't lack for money, a woman who is so calculating doesn't deserve to be my son's wife. I've told you long ago that marrying someone from a well-matched family would save us a lot of trouble! You insisted on pursuing an ugly duckling, and now look where we are—ignoring the advice of the elders has led to trouble..."
"Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong." Ji Yuan quickly interrupted him.
No one knows a father better than his son. Ji Yuan was well aware that his dad was quite the chatterbox; if he let him continue, he could go on for two hours without stopping.
"Let's stick to the point and stop rambling! Your son isn't going to waste his life over a selfish woman!" Ji Yuan expressed his disinterest in his father's mocking concern. While others had strict parents, his father treated him like a precious gem!
"I say, it's about time you came back to take over the family business. Your mother keeps nagging about it at home..."
Just as Ji Fu started to speak, Ji Yuan ruthlessly hung up the phone.
In the sweltering heat of summer, it didn't take long for sweat to soak through his shirt. Ji Yuan tucked his phone back into his pocket and walked into the Starbucks Coffee Shop on the first floor of the mall, ordered a cup of coffee, and then sat down.
Thinking about the future, he was very clear that his family was not an ordinary one, but a wealthy household ranked among the top thirty in the business world. Speaking of which, his father, Ji Fu, was quite capable as well.
During the competitive times of the Nineties, he dove headfirst into the real estate market. Starting with a fortune of fifty thousand, he became a billionaire in just a few short years. However, later on, his business faced setbacks and he went bankrupt. Initially, it seemed there would be no chance for a comeback, but then an overseas call came in, urging him to travel across the ocean to inherit five hundred million dollars from his great-uncle on the other side of the Pacific. Ji Fu suddenly became a rising star in the country's business sector!
After that, life felt like it was on fast forward! He married his mother and took over the Lin family's hundred billion dollar enterprise from his grandfather, becoming a well-known tycoon nationwide and reaching the pinnacle of success!
While he was lost in thought, his best friend and childhood buddy, Bai Shiqiu, patted him on the shoulder and plopped down beside him casually.
"What's up?" Bai Shiqiu asked. Although he had a sharp tongue, there was concern in his words. "I told you to break up long ago; why are you still foolishly hanging around that girl?"
Ji Yuan shot him a sideways glance and replied nonchalantly, "What brings you here?"
"Hey, aren't you worried that your romantic feelings will delay you?"
Bai Shiqiu said irritably, lighting a cigarette for himself and starting to smoke.
As if just remembering, he added, "Also, my mentor asked me to ask if you want to pursue a PhD. The Ivy League across the Pacific has sent you an invitation."
"You're one to talk!"
Ji Yuan said with a mix of laughter and tears, "Weren't you also in a relationship last time? They even said on social media that you're cold-blooded and heartless!"
Bai Shiqiu had also encountered a brainless girl last time who forced him to cry. She said that since he didn't cry during the breakup, acting as if nothing happened, she directly ordered a ton of onions from Taobao and had them shipped to him.
As a result, Bai Shiqiu was laughed at by everyone for quite a while. After all, in the circle of rich second-generation individuals, who would foolishly invest genuine feelings in women?
Rich second-generation individuals may have a significantly different understanding of money compared to ordinary people, but when it comes to emotions, they are never confused!
For the vast majority, it's just for fun, merely seeking pleasure, yet some people become obsessed and fail to recognize themselves.
"I'll be damned if I cry!"
Bai Shiqiu cursed, "With her pretentious attitude, does she deserve my tears? I haven't skimped on spending money from start to finish!"
It was originally a vase bought with money, and even if he sweet-talked her, he would surely scoff at her in his heart. Problems that can be solved with money are often not real problems.
"I've figured it out. In a family like ours, we should marry someone wealthy and beautiful. Those wildflowers and weeds, even if they offered me money, I wouldn't give them a second glance."
Ji Yuan was amused to see him making a fool of himself and teased, "If they were to offer you money, wouldn't that give you a strange feeling?"
"What feeling?" Bai Shiqiu asked, lifting his eyes as he drank coffee like a cow.
Ji Yuan stifled a laugh, "The feeling of being solicited..."
Bai Shiqiu shot him a glance and muttered, "That’s true..."
"Stop joking around. Let's get to the point. Ivy League universities have invited you to pursue your doctorate. Are you going or not?"
"Not going!"
"Why not?"
"I want to start my own business!"
Bai Shiqiu looked at him suspiciously, "You're not joking?"
Ji Yuan straightened his expression and pressed his lips together, "I want to give it a try."
"That's fine."
In the circle of rich second-generation individuals, there were far more who started businesses than those who just lived off their parents, even though the failure rate was as high as 99%.
Bai Shiqiu nodded and said, "Anyway, with our family background, it doesn't matter whether we succeed in starting a business or not. Our family can handle it; if worse comes to worst, I can just go home and inherit the hundred billion fortune."
Ji Yuan shook his head and replied, "I don't plan to ask my family for money."
After saying that, he stared intently at Bai Shiqiu, and everything was left unspoken.
"You want to borrow money from me?" Bai Shiqiu nearly spat out his coffee, both amused and exasperated. "You know what kind of person I am. My mom gives me five million a month for living expenses; where would I get the money to lend you for your startup?"
For someone like them, starting a business would require at least three to five hundred million as a base. If things went wrong, they might even become the laughingstock of their circle!
Ji Yuan was too lazy to argue with him. "I don't need that much; just lend me ten million."
"What can ten million do?"
"Build a robot!"
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