Chapter 1

"Grass grew in my head?"

When Wei Lin woke up, he realized that a blade of grass had grown in his head, and that blade of grass had grown overnight into a 'Tree of Wealth.'

After careful research, Wei Lin concluded that the 'Tree of Wealth' was real and effective. It only required irrigation with energy liquid obtained from life, and each bottle of energy liquid could produce one wealth fruit, which could be money or a skill.

Wei Lin's parents had passed away, and he had just graduated from university, preparing to face the harsh realities of society. Unexpectedly, wealth kept forcing itself upon him. Since he was not destined to be beaten down by society, he might as well accept his fate and embrace his Tree of Wealth.

Name: Wei Lin

Wealth: 0

Skills: 0

Inventory: 1 bottle of energy liquid (newbie special gift)

[Irrigate]

A green fruit slowly grew larger and rounder, indicating it was ready to be harvested.

[Harvest]

"Congratulations on obtaining a 10 million wealth fruit."

"Life is full of surprises, and energy liquid is waiting to be discovered in life."

Ding—

His phone immediately rang, and indeed, 10 million had arrived.

To ask how elated Wei Lin was at that moment, it was more enjoyable than anything else. Can you understand that kind of joy?

Lu Xun once said that society is a bitch, only fawning over the rich.

Wei Lin was ready to see how society would fawn over him!

Wei Lin looked at himself in the mirror. His already handsome face, surpassing Yanzu, now had a hint of the aura of a dragon.

Money indeed gives men the courage and makes them exude infinite charm.

Suddenly, the world seemed beautiful, and even the chrysanthemums on the skylight seemed to be smiling at him.

After achieving financial freedom, the first thing Wei Lin wanted to do was to have a good sleep. He had just moved into a two-bedroom apartment the day before, and it was too tiring to tidy up the room, so he had just laid down on the bed for the night, which was too hard and left him with a sore back and waist.

With 10 million in hand, could he still feel wronged in the city of magic?

Wei Lin was not one to be frugal. He immediately booked a room at the newly opened J Hotel, the tallest building in the city. The reason for choosing this hotel was simple: to look down on the city from a height after looking up at it the day before.

Wei Lin waited at the entrance of the old neighborhood for the J Hotel's limousine to pick him up, rather than going to a fancy place to show off. There was no need for such pretense; money was the ultimate power.

After about ten minutes, a Rolls-Royce Phantom with the license plate MA88888 stopped in front of Wei Lin. The driver got out with a warm smile and politely asked, "Hello, I am the VIP chauffeur of J Grand Hotel, Xiao Wang. Are you Mr. Wei Lin?"

"I am."

"Please."

"Thank you."

The driver was very polite, and Wei Lin smiled in response.

He got in the car, and the driver closed the door, returned to the driver's seat, and smoothly started the Phantom, merging into the traffic and driving away.

Wei Lin had booked a presidential suite for 69,999 yuan per night, only for one day. If the experience was good, he would extend his stay; if not, he would switch to another hotel.

Why be frugal when you have money?

There was no need for that.

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Lu Xun also said: "One should be good at discovering the beauty of the world from different angles."

Wei Lin felt that his perspective had been too narrow before, and he had not truly understood the meaning of this statement.

Sitting in the back of the Phantom, the view of the city from this angle and position was completely different from what he had seen the day before.

The city he saw yesterday was no longer important. The city he saw now was sunny and bright, with clouds smiling.

The rest of his life was about enjoying life, and he might as well add "enjoy to the fullest" before that.

Even the Phantom got stuck in the morning rush hour traffic in the city of magic.

"Don't rush, drive slowly. I'm not in a hurry anymore."

Wei Lin instructed, and the driver moved slowly with the traffic.

Time now meant enjoyment for Wei Lin, not the creation of wealth.

The back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was very comfortable. Even after nearly an hour of traffic, Wei Lin did not feel any soreness or pain in his back or waist.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped at the hotel entrance, and the driver got out, walking to the back door while saying into his earpiece, "Mr. Wei Lin, guest of the 3202 presidential suite, has arrived."

The senior suite manager ran to stand by the back door upon receiving the notification.

The driver opened the door to welcome Wei Lin out of the car.

"Please, Mr. Wei."

Wei Lin paused for two seconds before nodding and getting out of the car. These two seconds were a moment of reflection on his past and anticipation for his future.

He got out, stood up straight, tall and handsome.

"Hello, Mr. Wei, welcome to J Hotel. I am your personal butler, Gerni, for this presidential suite stay. I hope to provide you with a satisfactory and luxurious experience."

"I am looking forward to it."

"Please."

They walked through the lobby and entered a dedicated observation elevator. As the elevator ascended, the guests in the lobby below became smaller and smaller through the glass.

Gerni explained the privileges and services available during Wei Lin's stay in the presidential suite, including 24/7 access to Gerni, the ability to request anything within reason, and the commitment to provide the ultimate experience for the guest.

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3202 Presidential Suite.

Over 500 square meters of luxurious French-style interior, complete with an indoor swimming pool, indoor KTV, indoor game room, round water bed, and more—anything you could think of was available.

What surprised Wei Lin was not the luxurious decoration but the fact that all paper items in the room had a clerical script 'Wei' character on them.

Gerni explained that the hotel had a dedicated laser printing room, and any logo the guest liked could be printed.

Details make the difference, and this thoughtful touch made Wei Lin feel at home.

Wei Lin was very tired, so he told Gerni and went to the main bedroom to sleep. Gerni closed the door and left.

He woke up at 1 PM, feeling hungry, and called Gerni. Gerni soon knocked on the door of the presidential suite.

Opening the door, Gerni handed him a tablet: "Mr. Wei, this is the menu. Would you like to dine in your room or in the restaurant downstairs?"

"In the room." He took the tablet, turned around, and went to the dining table to browse the menu, while Gerni stood by quietly waiting.

The tablet offered a wide range of Chinese, Western, and Japanese cuisines.

Wei Lin ordered the 'French Lobster, Wellington Steak, Japanese Dessert, and a bottle of red wine' from the daily specials.

Total: 13,490 yuan.

The amount of money was irrelevant; what mattered was whether the chef could cook the ingredients to their best taste.

"That's all."

Wei Lin handed the tablet to Gerni and went to the indoor heated pool, stripped off his clothes, and dove in for a refreshing swim.

Halfway through his swim, Wei Lin saw a glowing energy bottle at the bottom of the pool.

He dove down to the bottom, picked up the energy bottle, and irrigated the Tree of Wealth, which soon produced a fruit, indicating it was ready to be harvested.

[Harvest]

"Congratulations on obtaining fluency in foreign languages."

Name: Wei Lin

Wealth: 9,942,000

Skills: Fluency in foreign languages

Inventory: None

Life is full of surprises, indeed. If Wei Lin had not stayed in this presidential suite, he would have missed out on an important skill.

He understood the truth—nothing else, just indulge yourself.

Fluency in foreign languages was incredibly powerful. Wei Lin had effectively loaded a complete and standard set of officially recognized languages from various countries.

The excitement was temporary, and he soon returned to his usual state, continuing to swim in the pool, reminiscing about the year in junior high when the national swimming team coach had seen potential in him and Sun Yang for Olympic gold, but unfortunately, Wei Lin had injured his foot during a dunk in the national junior high school finals, missing the opportunity to join the swimming team and win an Olympic gold medal.

Thinking about it still made Wei Lin regretful. Otherwise, his world record might have stood for 100 years.

He climbed out of the pool, took a shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and went to the dining table, enjoying the view of the city. This might help to make up for some of his regrets.

The hotel had hired a high-salaried French chef, David, who was now preparing the meal at the dining table, while Gerni was responsible for serving the dishes to Wei Lin.

Watching the ingredients transform into delicious, aromatic dishes was a wonderful experience.

Wei Lin enjoyed the meal while conversing with the chef in fluent French about culinary techniques.

The lunch passed in a pleasant atmosphere, leaving a lasting impression.

After the meal, Wei Lin lay on the big bed, enjoying the central air conditioning, and took a nap.

The bustling and noisy city of magic was blocked out by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside and inside.

Two worlds.

Two lives.

Yesterday and today.

He slept soundly, without daydreaming, because his dreams had already come true.