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

The twelve computers were like twelve money-printing machines, roaring day and night in this small "Storm Computer Room".

With his cousin Li Zhicheng acting as a figurehead, the internet cafe was surprisingly well-ordered.

Although the man was dull-witted, his eyes were fierce. When he stood at the door, the thugs who originally wanted to freeload or pay less money all became as docile as rabbits.

Chen Feng was finally freed from the tedious night watch, but he didn't stay idle.

He counted money every day, then stared at the somewhat cramped room with worry.

It's too crowded.

The space, which is 60 or 70 square meters, was crammed full of twelve computers, refrigerators, fans, and aisle space.

The air was filled with the smells of smoke, instant noodles, and men's sweat. Even with two industrial fans blowing at full speed, the smell was still overwhelming.

But this did not deter enthusiastic netizens.

On the contrary, people line up every day, and some even come as early as 5 pm to reserve a spot for an overnight stay, and even have dinner at the internet cafe.

In just one month, Chen Feng's cash flow once again exceeded five figures.

After paying off the credit union's interest for the month, and deducting Li Zhicheng's salary and utility bills, the net profit was a staggering 15,000!

15,000 in 1998!

The money sat on the table, a thick stack, exuding a captivating scent of ink.

Chen Feng sat behind the cashier, looking at the room filled with smoke yet teeming with life, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

Sitting in his designated "prince's seat" next to him, Chen Xiaotian was sipping a glass bottle of cola, his eyes scanning the room before finally settling on the ceiling.

Too slow, still too slow.

Earning only 15,000 a month? While that's a huge sum for ordinary people, it's still a long way from becoming the richest person in the world.

[Besides, this place is too small; you can't really move around freely. Look at that guy playing StarCraft; if he flicks the mouse even slightly too much, he'll bump into the person next to him's arm. This kind of experience definitely won't work when competition gets tougher.]

We must expand! We absolutely must expand!

I remember the second floor used to be a warehouse, and it's been empty ever since. The landlord seems eager to rent it out. The second floor is larger, at least 150 or 160 square meters, so the rent is definitely cheaper than the first floor.

[If we take down the second floor, open up the staircase, and install thirty machines... wow, then this 'storm' will truly begin!]

Hearing his son's thoughts, Chen Feng suddenly looked up at the ceiling.

Second floor?

Yup!

The ground floor is the storefront, and its value lies in its street-facing location.

Although you still have to climb stairs to the second floor, what's climbing a floor to those internet-addicted teenagers who would risk their lives as long as they have games to play?

The key is that it's cheap and has a large area!

Chen Feng was a man of action, and he immediately called over his landlord, Lao Zhang.

Old Zhang is a bald man in his fifties who is worried about not being able to rent out his dilapidated warehouse on the second floor.

Upon hearing that Chen Feng wanted to rent the property, and for a long term, his wrinkled face broke into a wide smile, like a chrysanthemum.

After some haggling, they finally agreed on a price of 1,200 a month.

One hundred and sixty square meters, one thousand two hundred!

This price is practically free!

After signing the contract, Chen Feng immediately had someone open up the passageway from the first floor to the second floor, simply painted it white, and laid a layer of floor mats—the renovation didn't need to be too fancy, just durable enough to withstand dirt.

Next, it was time to buy a computer.

This time, Chen Feng didn't bother Sun Qian; instead, he called her directly.

"Hey, Xiaoqian, it's me, Chen Feng."

"Oh! Brother Chen! You finally remembered me! I thought you'd forgotten about me."

On the phone, Sun Qian's voice was both resentful and surprised, and you could feel her flirtatious energy even through the phone line.

"No way, I'm going to patronize your business again. Eighteen more tables! To make it a round number, I want to fill up the second floor!"

"Eighteen stations?!"

Sun Qian screamed on the other end, clearly overjoyed.

"Brother Chen, wait for me! I'll go prepare the goods for you right away! Tonight... tonight I'll come to your shop to discuss things in detail!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng was in a great mood.

Thirty computers!

Once everything is in place, it will be one of the largest internet cafes in Linjiang City!

......

After working until midnight, the last few customers who booked the night session arrived. Chen Feng stretched and felt his bones cracking.

Li Zhicheng was inspecting the inner room, while Chen Feng was guarding the front desk alone.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind.

"Brother Chen, you're still awake?"

Lin Meifeng walked in carrying a food box.

It was already late autumn, and the nights were a bit chilly, but Lin Meifeng was still dressed very lightly.

She wore a beige knitted cardigan over her clothes, but underneath she wore a black, tight-fitting slip dress.

The dress was made of a silky material, like some kind of silk, and felt like a second skin against my skin.

As she entered the house, a warm fragrance dispelled the chill of the night.

"Meifeng? What brings you here so late?" Chen Feng asked, somewhat surprised.

"I saw your light was still on, so I guessed you weren't asleep. I just made some pork rib soup and brought it to you to help you recover."

Lin Meifeng walked to the counter and put the food box down.

She seemed to have deliberately left her cardigan unbuttoned, and as she bent over, the neckline of her black slip dress drooped down.

Chen Feng, a man full of vigor, was dazzled by the sudden scenery, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Lin Meifeng seemed to notice Chen Feng's burning gaze, but she didn't try to hide it. Instead, her face flushed slightly, and she looked at him with somewhat dreamy eyes.

"Brother Chen, you've lost weight these past few days... If you're ever hungry, just give me a call and I'll make you something."

As she spoke, she ladled out a bowl of soup and handed it to her.

"Meifeng, this..."

"Brother Chen, I know your wife is gone, and it must be tough for you all alone..." Lin Meifeng bit her lower lip, her voice barely audible, "I'm alone too... If you don't mind..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Under the dim light, her still-charming face appeared exceptionally beautiful, and her eyes were full of spring-like charm.

Just as the ambiguous atmosphere was about to explode, a cough suddenly came from the second-floor stairwell.

"Ahem! Um, bro, there seems to be a loose socket on the second floor, I'll go check it out!"

Li Zhicheng's loud voice instantly shattered the enchanting atmosphere.

Lin Meifeng was startled, her face turning so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"Well... Brother Chen, please drink it while it's hot. I... I'll head back now."

After saying that, she hurriedly pulled her cardigan tighter and turned to run away as if fleeing.

Chen Feng looked at her back, which swayed gracefully despite her panic, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

Li Zhicheng, you really came at the wrong time!

Chen Xiaotian, who was pretending to be asleep while lying on the table, secretly opened his eyes a crack, secretly delighted.

[Haha, my uncle's shout was a divine assist... no, a divine sabotage!]

[But it's all for the best. Lin Meifeng's fire is burning too brightly. Dad's career is on the rise right now; he can't afford to get too caught up in a whirlwind of romance.]

This kind of stunning young woman is best savored slowly; the more you tease her, the more enjoyable it becomes.

The most urgent task now is to get those thirty machines up and running on the second floor. Once those thirty machines are up and running, the cash flow... heh heh, at that point, forget about Lin Meifeng, we could even take over Sun Qian, the computer seller,!