RICHEST boy in the world

New York City.

Noon, KFC

A woman with a rounded face, black hair, and an 8.5/10 appearance sat across from Alex, casually glancing at him with a hint of disdain.

After a moment, she spoke in a somewhat arrogant tone, "I'll introduce myself first. My name's Jessica Chu, I'm 23, graduated from a top university, and I make $30,000 a year."

Alex nodded. "I'm Alex. Also 23. High school grad. Monthly salary's $600."

"Oh." Jessica's response was casual, but the disdain on her face deepened. She mentally blamed her mom—why did she set her up with a blind date like this?

Sure, Alex was a bit handsome. But could you eat handsome? He didn't have a degree, and his job was, well, pitiful. No way could Alex measure up.

She picked up her juice and took a sip, disinterested.

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Alex admitted Jessica was indeed beautiful, but her arrogant tone and disdain didn't escape him. He wasn't desperate for approval and didn't care to impress people who looked down on him.

They sat across from each other, silent, and the atmosphere quickly grew dull.

Then, ding! Alex's phone vibrated.

He pulled it out and saw an odd notification.

[Ding! You've received 7 billion red envelopes. Do you want to accept?]

Alex couldn't help but chuckle. Seven billion red envelopes? So, what—every person in the world just sent him money? Phone ads were getting ridiculous.

Normally, he'd ignore such nonsense, but in his boredom, he tapped 'OK,' curious about what would happen next.

Ding! A bright red light appeared on his phone screen.

A red envelope popped up. Alex clicked 'Open.'

[Ding! Congratulations, you received $3,000.]

Another red envelope appeared, and Alex tapped it again.

[Ding! Congratulations, you received $15.]

The process repeated, and Alex began to wonder, Is this some program that keeps spawning red envelopes? It's a bit dull.

Just as he was about to close the app, his phone buzzed with two bank notifications:

[Bank of America: Deposit of $3,000 at 12:00.]

[Bank of America: Deposit of $15 at 12:00.]

Alex's eyes widened. Those amounts matched the envelopes he'd just opened!

This wasn't some ad—it was real money!

With mounting excitement, he clicked 'Open' on yet another red envelope.

[Ding! Congratulations, you received $4,500.]

[Ding! Congratulations, you received $300.]

...

[Ding! Congratulations, you received professional-level driving skills. Unparalleled skill enhances your unique charm.]

[Ding! Congratulations, you received $0.75.]

As Alex continued tapping, his bank account notifications piled up, confirming each red envelope's deposit.

Jessica, sitting across from him, noticed his silence and repeated tapping. Frowning, she leaned over slightly to glance at his screen.

"Congratulations, you received $0.75."

Seeing this, Jessica felt both irritated and contemptuous. Here she was, a high-achieving, well-paid woman, and Alex was spending their time obsessing over a few dollars in a silly app!

She stood up, her voice icy. "I think it's clear we're not compatible. I've got other things to do, so I'll be going."

Just then, a new message flashed on Alex's screen.

[Ding! Congratulations, you received a Lamborghini Aventador.]

He went to open the next envelope, but then saw his phone's clock change to 12:01. A prompt appeared:

[You can claim more envelopes in 23 hours and 59 minutes.]

[For every $1,500 spent, you can get an additional envelope.]

As he slid his phone into his pocket, Alex felt something metallic—a car key. He pulled it out: Lamborghini keys!

All those red envelopes... they were real.

Jessica glanced back at him, thinking he was still tapping for a few meager dollars. Her contempt only grew.

She turned away, striding to the exit, convinced Alex was beneath her.

Outside, a small crowd had gathered, admiring a stunning supercar.

"Lamborghini!"

"That model's worth millions!"

Jessica's eyes gleamed with envy. Imagine marrying someone with a car like that!

Just then, she spotted Alex stepping out of the restaurant. She scowled—hadn't she just made it clear they weren't a match?

"I have my own ride, no need for you to follow," she said coolly, holding up her BMW key, as if to emphasize the divide between them.

Alex shrugged. "I wasn't planning on it."

He pulled out the Lamborghini key, pressed a button, and the car's lights flashed as it unlocked.

Jessica's jaw dropped. Alex was the Lamborghini's owner?

He gave her a nod, got in, and revved the engine. The car felt as familiar as if he'd been driving it for years.

An influencer nearby, eyeing him, leaned over with a hopeful smile. "Hey, free for lunch?"

"I just ate," he replied.

"How about a movie?"

"Busy, sorry."

"Maybe we could swap WeChat—"

But Alex had already rolled up the window and hit the gas, the car speeding off with a roar.

Jessica could only stare in shock.