Meanwhile, Chen Fei had just stepped out of Slickhead's room. He had gone there to deliver two things: the apology video he recorded for Junn Yuanyi and the nearly four hundred million US dollars he had won at Nine Heavens of the Milky Way. He had won this for his brother; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered.
As he often said, he wasn't short on money, nor did he enjoy hoarding wealth like some tycoon. For the man he was today, making money was far too simple, too easily accomplished—and therefore, it had lost its appeal. Of course, there was an even more important reason: the things he pursued now were completely different. His goals had been elevated to a much higher plane. So, money? It was just paper. As long as he had enough, it was fine.
