My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

At the dining table.

Chen Feng watched his son wolf down the eggs, but his mind was in turmoil.

If what I just heard is true, it not only means that my son is an "old monster," but also that I have the means to turn things around.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Brother Chen Feng, are you home?"

It was a woman's soft, sweet voice.

Chen Feng got up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was my neighbor from across the hall, named Lin Meifeng.

Lin Meifeng is 28 years old this year. Her husband died less than two years ago, and she usually lives alone with her daughter.

As soon as the door opened, the scent of freshly showered shampoo wafted out.

Lin Meifeng had clearly just taken a shower; her hair was still wet and casually tied back, with water droplets sliding down her collarbone and into the depths of her collar.

She was wearing a slightly worn cotton nightgown, which was a bit too big and had a low neckline.

Because it was at home, it seemed that she wasn't wearing any inner restraints; her chest was bulging, trembling slightly with her breathing, full and firm in shape.

"Um... Brother Chen, I heard a lot of noise coming from your house just now, your wife..."

Lin Meifeng held a steaming bowl of noodles in her hand, her eyes darting around, yet she couldn't help but glance into the room, leaning slightly forward.

As he leaned forward, Chen Feng could see a large expanse of snow-white, fleshy skin through the neckline, the deep cleavage dazzlingly white.

Chen Feng was a normal man, and his gaze involuntarily lingered on the snow-white skin for a second.

"Oh, it's nothing, she went back to her parents' house."

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze, trying to keep his tone calm.

"That's good. I think Xiaotian hasn't had breakfast yet, has he? I just made some hand-pulled noodles. Give the child a bowl to try." Lin Meifeng said, handing over the bowl.

When she handed him the bowl, her plump fingers accidentally brushed against the back of Chen Feng's hand; her skin was as smooth as tofu.

"Thank you, Meifeng."

"Don't mention it, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative." Lin Meifeng smiled at Chen Feng, her eyes and brows exuding a unique charm of a young woman. "If you have any difficulties, please don't hesitate to ask, brother."

After seeing Lin Meifeng off, Chen Feng closed the door and placed the noodles on the table.

Turning around, I saw Chen Xiaotian holding a bowl, his eyes darting around and staring at the doorway, a playful smile on his lips.

[Tsk tsk, Dad's got some good luck with women. Lin Meifeng is a real gem, how come I never noticed before?]

Look at that figure! She's got curves in all the right places, and she's slim where she should be. Especially her chest—it's way more impressive than my materialistic mom's. When she bent over just now, I bet Dad's eyes almost popped out!

[This widow Lin clearly has a thing for Dad; it seems Dad's second spring has finally arrived.]

Chen Feng blushed upon hearing this and glared at his son.

This little brat, what kind of dirty nonsense is in his head!

However, his son's interruption dispelled much of Chen Feng's frustration.

He sat down, lit a cigarette, looked at his son through the bluish-white smoke, and decided to steer the conversation back on track.

"Xiao Tian, ​​eat quickly. After you finish eating, Dad will go out for a walk and see if I can find some odd jobs." Chen Feng deliberately sighed, looking worried. "The factory has gone bankrupt, and life won't be easy for us two anymore."

Chen Xiaotian slurped up a mouthful of noodles, but in his mind he started to complain like crazy.

Looking for odd jobs? Dad, you're so pathetic!

It's 1998! Gold is everywhere! How much can you earn carrying heavy loads for someone?

Let me think... what's the most profitable business right now? Real estate? No capital required. Buying and selling? No connections.

[Oh, right! Internet cafes! What we now call computer rooms!]

Back then, computers were a rarity; ordinary families simply couldn't afford one that cost tens of thousands of yuan. But young people all wanted to play! Red Alert, StarCraft, Legend of Sword and Fairy... they were seriously addicted!

Chen Feng paused slightly in the hand holding the cigarette.

cybercafe?

He had heard of this thing before; it was supposedly a place where you set up a few computers in a room and people could play games for several dollars an hour.

But he always felt that it was a place where he was "not doing his proper job".

[Didn't Dad have 20,000 yuan to buy out his years of service? That's our start-up capital!]

Go to the computer mall and get a few computers, then rent a small shop. These days, internet access costs at least 4 yuan per hour, and 10 yuan overnight. With one computer running 24/7, after deducting electricity costs, you can easily make 70 or 80 yuan a day!

[With 5 computers, you can make 300-400 yuan a day! That's over 10,000 yuan a month!]

Earning over ten thousand a month! Who dares to dream of that these days? How much does a factory manager earn a month? Eight hundred!

[Besides, it's a seller's market now, so there's no worry about a lack of customers. As long as there are machines, those young people will line up to give away their money!]

Three or four hundred a day? More than ten thousand a month?

Chen Feng's hand trembled, and the scalding hot cigarette ash fell onto the back of his hand, making him shudder.

His current salary is only a little over three hundred yuan, and even with bonuses, it's at most a little over four hundred.

Can you earn a month's salary in just one day by running an internet cafe?

This is outrageous!

But hearing his son's resolute tone and hearing the meticulously calculated accounts, Chen Feng's heart began to pound.

The timid starve, the bold feast.

Instead of sitting around and living off our savings, let's take a gamble!

Chen Feng took a deep breath, stubbed out his cigarette, and casually asked, "Xiao Tian, ​​what do you think about Dad using this money to start a small business? Like... opening a small shop?"

Chen Xiaotian rolled his eyes.

[A convenience store? Working yourself to the bone for a meager living, Dad, can't you think a little further ahead?]

On the surface, Chen Xiaotian blinked his big eyes and said innocently, "Dad, I heard from my classmates that they all like to go to the computer room to play games now. It's so much fun, but you have to wait in line, and a lot of people can't play."

"A computer room?" Chen Feng pretended to be surprised for a moment. "Can those things make money?"

"It's definitely profitable!" Chen Xiaotian immediately perked up. "Think about it, everyone wants to play, but computers are scarce. Whoever has a computer is the boss. Besides, I heard from Uncle Wang next door that you can earn several hundred a day running one!"

Chen Xiaotian could only use the fictitious "classmate" and "Uncle Wang" to take the blame.

[Dad, I've given you so many hints. If you still don't get it, you deserve to be poor.]

[Hurry up, before everyone realizes what's happening, let's grab these spots first. By the time internet cafes are everywhere in a couple of years, we'll be rolling in money.]

Chen Feng chuckled inwardly as he looked at his son, who seemed both disappointed and desperately trying to hint at his son's shortcomings.

He slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly: "Great! Since everyone loves to play, there must be something to it. Anyway, this money will just go down the drain, so let's take it out and pull off a big heist!"

"Xiao Tian, ​​come on! Let's go to the computer mall with Dad!"

Chen Feng's eyes burned with a long-lost ambition and fighting spirit.

Su Yun, do you think I'm poor?

You'll regret it!

Chen Xiaotian was stunned for a moment when he saw his father suddenly exuding an air of dominance, but then he was overjoyed.

Holy crap! Dad actually got it? That's impressive execution!

Haha, my life as a rich kid is all set! Luxury cars, young models, and mansions are all beckoning me!