Atop the Millennium Tower stands a small Ferris wheel, spinning and gleaming twenty-four hours a day, like a vibrant, multicolored cog turning above the city. This Ferris wheel has never been open to the public; it’s said that the elusive and discreet young tycoon who owns the building, a domineering figure who never shows his face, plans to someday hold his wedding atop the tower and ride the Ferris wheel with his bride.
Gao Yang took a deep breath. “Don’t tell me…this building is…”
“That’s right.” White Rabbit gave a faint smile. “It’s Wu Dahai’s property.”
Gao Yang was utterly speechless.
White Rabbit clipped on a delicate badge and strode through the opulent revolving doors. Two staff members immediately stepped forward to guide White Rabbit and Gao Yang through a private corridor to the express elevator.
This elevator clings to the tower’s spine, with a robust one-way glass wall through which passengers can watch themselves rise, as the streets, cars, and people below grow smaller and more distant, evoking a sense of transcendence.
As they ascended, Gao Yang couldn’t help but ask, “Is Wu Dahai’s family seriously that wealthy?”
“Not much. He makes six or seven thousand a month, with an annual bonus of a few tens of thousands.” White Rabbit looked out over the city’s dazzling lights, his tone calm. “His dad’s a high school math teacher, and his mom’s a full-time homemaker.”
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“Uh,” Gao Yang was even more stunned. “So Wu Dahai’s a first-generation rich?”
“Yeah, he studied electrical engineering in college, didn’t want a regular job, so he tinkered around and developed an exceptionally powerful energy storage material. It became useful in multiple fields, and he patented it. Now, smartphone batteries last three days on a single charge, when they used to last only half a day—can you imagine?”
“Incredible.”
“Wu Dahai’s uncle was in the power bank business and pulled him into a startup. Within seven or eight years, Wu Dahai was incredibly wealthy, but he leaves the company to his uncle and just sits back and counts his money.”
“Enviable.”
“Yes, money does make life easier. So, when I found out he was an awakener, I immediately brought him into our circle,” White Rabbit said proudly. “Who knew he’d turn out to be quite the…ladies’ man.”
“…”
They soon stepped out of the elevator and into a hallway. At the end was a silver-white metal door. White Rabbit approached, glanced at the built-in retina scanner, and verified his identity through voice recognition before passing.
The door opened slowly, revealing a grand, resplendent space decorated in Western palace style, yet mixed with Eastern elements—elaborate rosewood screens, ink paintings, blue-and-white porcelain, and various antiques. There were also limited-edition figurines, blind boxes, and life-size Gundam models—a truly indescribable aesthetic, with extravagance being the dominant theme.
A glaring red carpet extended from the door to a desk at the center of the room. Behind the desk was a “Throne of Swords” inspired by *Game of Thrones*, made from a hundred iron blades fused together, cold, hard, and uncomfortably sharp. Just looking at it made Gao Yang’s rear ache.
Wu Dahai sat on the throne in mustard-colored pajamas, one leg crossed over the other, chewing on a raw cucumber as he signed documents with evident boredom.
Qing Ling and Officer Huang had just arrived, marveling at Wu Dahai’s ostentatious office.
“Everyone’s here. Let’s get started,” Wu Dahai said, finishing the last of his paperwork. He tossed aside his pen, took a bite of cucumber, and declared, “Go!”