After experiencing this major family upheaval, Jiang Beicheng's mindset underwent some changes.
He began to let go of his second-generation heir attitude and accept the social rules of the real world, where everyone hustles and bustles for profit.
It could be said he had grown a little.
However, he was still unable to adapt to the changes in his lifestyle.
The thought of having to work like a mule for others, reading their faces and following their orders just to make a living made Jiang Beicheng inwardly resistant.
For the past twenty-something years, he had never lived such a life.
So, when the system asked him whether he would accept his current life predicament, he unhesitatingly chose to refuse—an instinctive reaction from both his heart and body.
**[Refuse to accept the current life predicament]**
**[Smile Fund—Life Security Fund Activated]**
**[You will receive 10 million in Life Security Funds monthly]**
**[Reject internal strife; facing life with a smile is the positive attitude. Accumulating smiles can increase the Life Security Fund amount]**
**[Smile Count: 0/10]**
**[This month's 10 million Life Security Fund has been issued. Please check your account]**
Jiang Beicheng hurriedly picked up his phone from the table and glanced at the notification. His account had an additional 10 million.
A visible smile spread across his face.
His mood was somewhat excited.
Money was indeed what he needed most right now.
The system was generous—10 million a month in Life Security Funds, far more than what his father used to give him.
Accumulating smiles could increase the fund amount?
Jiang Beicheng had a thought and smiled at his phone screen.
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The system didn't respond at all.
A bit awkward.
Jiang Beicheng guessed that the "smiles" the system referred to were likely heartfelt joy or a sense of spiritual fulfillment, not just a simple facial expression.
With money in hand now, he could continue enjoying material comforts while accumulating "smiles" to increase the fund amount.
Jiang Beicheng took a final sip of his coffee, got up, and left the café.
He went downstairs and started his "old buddy" that had been with him for seven or eight years—a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy.
This Harley Fat Boy, bought during his university days, cost over 300,000 yuan when purchased, plus another 200,000 yuan for a full blackout customization kit. In total, Jiang Beicheng had spent nearly 600,000 yuan on it.
Back then, it wasn't just the coolest ride in the university town; it caused a huge stir in the entire Jiangnan City motorcycle scene.
It was hailed as the city's most impressive blackout customization.
The customization was done by a Dutch workshop, with top-tier modifications to the handlebars, exhaust, wheels, sound system, and custom seat—everything at the industry's highest level.
Thanks to this bike, Jiang Beicheng had entered the circle of seasoned motorcycle enthusiasts.
He didn't much like hanging out with those fake enthusiasts or reckless scooter kids. Their biking philosophies didn't align, and he looked down on their scene.
All bravado, bullying the weak and fearing the strong—they'd even been put in their place by a Xiaomi car owner not long ago.
The vintage and heavyweight motorcycle circles were more comfortable.
Most riders there were experienced, worldly, and polite with each other, simply bonding over their shared hobby.
"Fat Boy, thanks for always being there for me," Jiang Beicheng said, patting the fuel tank with a sigh.
This Harley Fat Boy, ridden for six or seven years, wasn't worth much on the second-hand market anymore. But it had helped him show off on campus, accompanied him on motorcycle trips along Routes 318 and 217, and stayed by his side during the most decadent two months of his life.
Its sentimental value was priceless.
He revved the throttle twice—it was time for maintenance!
Jiang Beicheng put on his helmet and rode back to the Regent Hotel.
He parked the bike at the hotel entrance, and the hotel valet came out, politely addressing him as "Young Master Jiang."
Jiang Beicheng tossed him the keys. "Please take the bike to the shop for maintenance. I'll send you the address—they've already been notified."
"Got it, Young Master Jiang," the valet replied and went to handle it.
Jiang Beicheng walked into the hotel lobby, where both the lobby manager and the general manager were present and approached him together.
"Young Master Jiang," the lobby manager greeted respectfully. "Young Master Jiang, your membership benefits have all been redeemed, and your points have been used to cover some room charges. You still have…"
The general manager, Robert, interrupted with a smile. "Jiang, I just informed the front desk. Your room will be extended, and the cost will be deducted from my salary."
Their back-and-forth was a subtle reminder that it was time to renew his membership.
During the time he was handling his father's affairs, Jiang Beicheng had been staying at the Regent Hotel.
In the two or three years since returning to China, he often stayed at hotels, unwilling to go home and face his stepmother's smug expression.
Staying out also made it convenient for him to hook up.
The Ambassador Suite at Raffles InterContinental and the Club River View Suite at the Regent Hotel were practically his go-to spots for romantic escapades during holidays.
The hotel managers would always call ahead to ask if he wanted to reserve a room.
He was one of the few in Jiangnan City personally invited by the president of InterContinental Hotels Group Greater China to become a Royal Ambassador.
Unlike other major hotel groups, InterContinental's membership system had two models. One was the IHG Rewards Club, with tiers like Platinum or Diamond, applicable to all their hotel brands.
The other was the Ambassador program, which included InterContinental Ambassador and Royal Ambassador, exclusive to luxury brands like Six Senses, Regent, and Kimpton.
The InterContinental Ambassador status wasn't too prestigious—spending a little over a thousand could buy it, and it came with Platinum card benefits.
Ambassador status could also be combined with various cards, with different tiers offering different perks.
Royal Ambassador, however, required a minimum number of nights stayed annually, specific room types, and specific hotel brands to qualify for an invitation.
Typically, only the top 1% of spenders were invited to become Royal Ambassadors.
For someone like Jiang Beicheng, who treated hotels like a second home and spent over a million annually at InterContinental properties, he was undoubtedly a priority customer for the Greater China president.
So, Robert, the general manager of the Regent Hotel in Jiangnan City, was always courteous to him.
Jiang Beicheng smiled at Robert. "Robert, I'll transfer the payment via Alipay."
"OK, Jiang," Robert replied, giving an OK gesture and instructing the front desk to upgrade Jiang Beicheng's room type for free.
A double upgrade.
His Deluxe River View Room was upgraded to a Regent Club Deluxe River View Suite.
Jiang Beicheng went to the executive lounge for afternoon tea, and Robert sent him a WeChat message.
Outstanding room charges: 23,600 yuan. Extending the room for 13 nights: 45,400 yuan. Two Saturdays covered by Ambassador benefits with no room charge.
Jiang Beicheng transferred 69,000 yuan to Robert via Alipay.
His New Zealand visa, applied for a few days ago, would likely take about ten days to process. He planned to consider buying a house after returning from a self-driving trip in New Zealand.
For now, he needed to relax, soothe his soul, and embrace his new life.
He would continue staying at the hotel for the next two weeks.
After enjoying afternoon tea, he rested in his room for a bit.
The time before dinner was reserved for cardio exercise.
Jiang Beicheng also placed importance on his appearance and physique.
After dinner, he sat in the tea room, sipping tea.
With nothing else to do, he scrolled through short videos. As soon as he opened Douyin, he saw a yoga photo posted by his ex-girlfriend, Zhou Yu.
Still the same vibe—showing off her enviable figure, paired with captions about discipline, crafting the image of an independent urban beauty…
They had just broken up that morning, and by evening, she was already "fishing" again. As expected of someone trained for this, so eager to find her next catch. She'd rather suffer in relationships than struggle in life.