Chapter 11

Our videos soon attracted a rival.

A Rich Second Generation studying in the US publicly dissed me in his video, saying I had disgraced the reputation of wealthy women:

“Oh my god, why would a wealthy woman need to sell goods to make money!

“You ask me where my money comes from if I don’t sell things?

“The money my dad gave me is enough for a lifetime-I’ll never spend it all, so why bother earning anything!”

Someone saw the information about his school and earnestly advised him, saying that the school was just a money pit, and that he’d never earn back the investment in education after graduation.

The Rich Second Generation arrogantly replied:

“You’re so frugal and ambitious-come work at my company!”

His brazen attitude drew a huge amount of attention.

Some people scolded him for being arrogant, but even more called him “the real young master,” and lamented the unfairness of fate, wishing they could be reborn after a reset.

Li Shiyu now felt a strong sense of identification with our account. She registered several alternate accounts to curse at the other side, but returned defeated-

“We’re doomed, we’ve run into a real young master this time! He doesn’t care about his reputation when he insults people, and he’s not afraid of getting his account banned at all!”

I didn’t even lift my eyelids:

“It’s intentional.

“The bigger the controversy, the bigger the traffic-it’s all just old tricks.”

Li Shiyu sat up with a start:

“What, he’s fake too?

“Quick, analyze it for me-I want to expose this fake young master!”

I couldn’t help but laugh:

“His identity is probably real, but what he says is fake.”

I pulled up the latest video from this “young master,” which featured champagne, luxury cars, and a cocky caption:

[My dad knew what kind of person I was long ago. He sent me abroad not for the sake of studying, but purely to enjoy life! With money I’ll never spend in a lifetime, I have no idea what worries even are!]

I asked Li Shiyu:

“What do you think?”

Li Shiyu looked at the video, then at me: “This rhetoric feels strangely familiar!”

We exchanged glances and spoke in unison:

“Even someone like Qin Shi Huang, who stood at the very pinnacle of the world, still longed for immortality.

“How could an ordinary person with a bit of dirty money possibly live in total comfort, have every desire fulfilled, and never face a single setback in life?”