In the master bedroom on the third floor of Manor No. 19, the central air conditioning delivers a comfortable coolness.

Wang Ye leaned against the headboard and casually grabbed the thin blanket next to him to cover his waist and abdomen.

In the system's storage compartment deep within his mind, a huge treasure chest radiating a pure golden aura was floating.

The main mission of building an account with tens of millions of followers has finally come to a complete end.

This road trip not only allowed me to enjoy countless scenic views, but also turned my bank account into a gold mine.

"Open the Super Gift Pack".

Wang Ye silently recited the instructions in his mind.

The pure gold treasure chest shattered into a shower of golden light.

The mechanical beeping sounded continuously.

【Ding! 】

[Super Gift Pack Successfully Opened!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a cash reward of one billion RMB!]

[The funds have been compliantly injected through a legitimate offshore family trust and have been fully transferred to the host account, protected by the highest confidentiality agreements of top global financial institutions!]

[Congratulations, host, on acquiring a special industrial asset: full ownership of the Beijing Future Era Film and Television Digital Industrial Base!]

The base covers 200 acres and includes six world-class virtual LED photography studios, motion capture studios, and a complete industrial-grade post-production control room. Property certificates and operating permits are stored in the system space!

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the God-level Passive Skill: God-level Lens Eye!]

[Skill Effect: The host can automatically identify the light and shadow points, golden ratio composition, and depth of field of all images within their field of vision, instantly completing a cinematic-level storyboard breakdown!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained a special physical enhancement: Super Endurance Physique!]

[Effect: Muscle endurance and physical function are locked at their peak, stamina recovery speed is increased by 500%, ignoring all late nights and strenuous exertion!]

As the notification tone ended, Wang Ye's phone, which he had tossed onto the bed sheet, suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up, and a bank notification popped up.

[China Merchants Bank: RMB 1,000,000,000.00 has been transferred to your account ending in 8888. Your current available balance is RMB 1,412,856,300.00.]

More than 1.4 billion in demand cash.

Wang Ye massaged the bridge of his nose.

When I finished my college entrance exam, I couldn't even afford 200 yuan for rent.

Even if you lay in bed with your eyes closed and counted the interest on your bank account every day, you'd still get hand cramps from counting it all.

This super gift package is incredibly valuable.

A billion yuan in cash arrived, plus a ready-made film and television industrial base worth at least several billion yuan.

With the scripts for "The Wandering Earth" and "The Storm" in his hands, and the iron-willed female producer Shang Hongdie, he could cut the cake of the domestic film and television industry however he wanted.

The eyes of a god-level lens are directly connected to the visual and auditory nerves in the brain.

Wang Ye looked up and surveyed everything in the bedroom.

The soft light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the angle at which the vase on the bedside table was placed, and the light and shadow lines created by the folds of the thin blanket—all of these automatically generated precise camera positions and depth-of-field parameters in my mind.

As for its super-long battery life, it instantly washed away last night's fatigue, leaving me with almost overflowing energy.

The door was then gently pushed open.

Xu An'an sauntered in, rubbing the corner of her eye.

The girl was wearing an oversized white printed short-sleeved T-shirt, the length of which was just enough to cover her body.

Due to the extremely exaggerated size of her bust, the entire oversized short-sleeved shirt was stretched into an astonishing arc.

Below were two long, white legs, bare feet stepping on the fluffy carpet, toes round and pink.

"Wang Ye, you're awake so early."

Xu An'an yawned and collapsed onto the bed.

She grabbed the blanket and hugged it, then rolled over and snuggled into Wang Ye's arms, burying her head in his chest and nuzzling him.

"I was exhausted last night. Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology has its first class of the semester at 8 a.m. today, and I just can't get up."

Wang Ye pinched her cheek.

"If you can't get up, just skip class. Anyway, the gates of Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology aren't going to grow legs and run away."

Xu An'an suddenly raised her head and pouted.

"That won't do. The counselor announced in the freshmen group that anyone who is absent from the first large class will have five points deducted from their comprehensive evaluation."

"This director also wants to strive to be an outstanding class leader."

Footsteps sounded again outside the door.

Su Qingyan walked calmly into the master bedroom.

She was already dressed.

A pair of high-waisted, off-white straight-leg suit trousers accentuated her long, slender legs.

She wore a light blue stand-up collar silk shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing her fair and slender wrists.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied back with a silver hairpin, revealing her smooth and graceful swan neck.

She exudes a cool and intellectual aura of a top student.

Su Qingyan walked to the bedside and looked down at Xu An'an, who was nestled in Wang Ye's arms.

"An'an, don't stay in bed. It's easy to get stuck in traffic during rush hour from Shunyi to Haidian and Daxing."

"Sister Qingcheng has already prepared breakfast."

Xu An'an kicked her legs in bed.

"I know, I know, Qingyan, you're becoming more and more like a housekeeper."

Wang Ye threw off the thin blanket and sat up.

"Alright, stop dawdling, hurry up and wash up and come downstairs. Today, I, the chairman, will personally be your personal driver."

Xu An'an's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Wang Ye's arm.

"That's more like it. I, the director, grant you permission to drive that big vehicle to take us to school. It'll make you look very prestigious."

Wang Ye rolled his eyes at her.

"Did they drive a 30-ton Apollo heavy truck to block the roads in front of Peking University and Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology?"

"Even the traffic police officers would salute me on the spot and give me a ticket."

"Driving the Yangwang U8 is low-key and convenient."

……

Half an hour later, in the spacious and elegant restaurant on the first floor.

The long dining table was laden with exquisite breakfast items.

Freshly squeezed orange juice, congee with preserved egg and lean pork, freshly baked croissants, and a steamer basket of crab roe soup dumplings with thin skin and generous filling.

The manor's head butler, Gu Qingcheng, stood quietly beside the table, dressed in an elegant dark gray modified suit.

"Chairman, Ms. Su, Ms. Xu, please enjoy your meal."

Gu Qingcheng bowed slightly and pulled out chairs for the three of them.

Xu An'an sat in the chair, bit into a soup dumpling, and the rich soup immediately burst in her mouth.

"Sister Qingcheng, your cooking is amazing! I feel like my scale is going to start protesting again after staying at the manor for the past few days."

Su Qingyan picked up the hot porridge, took a small sip, and smiled gently.

"Your scale has been protesting for a while now, mainly because it's putting too much strain on certain areas."

Xu An'an glanced down at her own, and instead of being annoyed, she proudly straightened her posture.

"Hmph, Qingyan, you're just jealous. It's pure, natural personal capital that you can't envy."

Wang Ye swallowed a mouthful of orange juice and slowly replied.

"It's definitely very capitalist, it's expanded to an unsustainable degree."

Xu An'an grabbed a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg and stuffed it into Wang Ye's mouth.

"Eat your food, and you're already bullying me with Qingyan this morning."

Breakfast ended amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.

Wang Ye led the two women to the front yard garage, where the black Sunrise U8 was spotless.

Xu An'an opened the passenger door, climbed in, and fastened her seatbelt.

Su Qingyan opened the back door and sat down, quietly flipping through the professional literature in her hands.

Wang Ye got into the driver's seat and pressed the start button.

The car smoothly drove out of the manor gate and onto the Jingcheng Expressway in the morning.

……

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