Be A Millionaire Overnight

From today onwards, the business world of Mo Capital was the world of Qiantong Group. There were no longer any forces that could contend against him.    

    

Zhulu Academy, which was far away in the suburbs, also received the Qiantong Group notification that lights were not allowed to be turned on. All the classrooms were lit with candles waiting for their parents to pick them up.    

    

Young Master Tang and the others waited, but they didn't see Wan Qian coming over. Thus, he asked Teacher Lin about his situation.    

    

Teacher Lin was helpless. It was your father who ordered it not to be lit. As for why, you have to ask him.    

    

Since they couldn't turn on the lights, they might as well gather around Qiantong Building to see what the hell they were doing.    

    

With Wan Qian's approval, the glass walls of Qiantong Building were all opened, and from the outside, one could directly see the situation inside.    

    

Meanwhile, invite the nearby catering business to their company to take charge of the catering. The previously deserted building suddenly became bustling with noise and excitement.    

    

Other than the Qiantong Group's own employees, there were also the restaurant vendors outside, displaying all of their abilities in the building.    

    

As there was a catering company in Qiantong Building, everything was present. Every day, there would be a fixed supplier delivering food and drinks to them.    

    

Therefore, the materials that these peddlers needed were basically all here. Each floor was allocated to experienced chefs, ranging from cold meals to hot meals to wine to coffee.    

    

And along with the addition of the "Qiantong Network Red", the atmosphere of the building has reached a climax.    

    

Many of the bachelors who worked here seemed to have found an organization. There were so many high-quality beauties, and they were all working in the same group. There were even more topics for discussion.    

    

This was the so-called 'getting close to the water first' method.    

    

Wan Qian saw that everyone was having fun. He transferred 100 billion to Sabei and let him spend it. It would push today's revelry to a whole new level.    

    

Many media friends even stood outside the building, setting up machines for outdoor interviews.    

    

Wan Qian quietly went out through the back door of Qiantong Building. He arrived at the parking lot, got into a Rolls-Royce that was reserved for use in the building, and drove towards Zhulu Academy.    

    

Along the way, the streets were pitch black. Many people were walking on the streets, raising their heads to look at the Qiantong Building in the distance, giving them envious looks.    

    

Through the broadcast, they could see what was happening inside the Qiantong Building on their phones. It was a naked carnival. The large red packets projected on the wall smashed into the hearts of everyone one by one.    

    

Some of them who were well-informed already knew that Qiantong Group had become the largest group in Mo Capital. Even the overbearing Zhang Tianhao was taken down.    

    

This made everyone have an even better impression of Qiantong Group. He wanted to go up to the door and sweep the stairs for them.    

    

However, even if it was a cleaning staff, they probably wouldn't take it with them. After all, their welfare was just too great.    

    

Take today's orgy.    

    

With over a hundred thousand people, on average, each of them would receive over a million red packets. This was much better than the monthly salary!    

    

They wished that Qiantong Group would organize such a banquet every day, so they wouldn't have to worry about the issue of their financial freedom.    

    

Wan Qian drove the car to Zhulu Academy. He saw many parents talking at the entrance about tonight's "night market".    

    

How did the whole city manage to be so unified?    

    

Even Zhulu Academy, the aristocratic school with famous Mo Capital, followed the rules. On the huge campus, only a few candles were circling around the campus.    

    

At the entrance of the school stood the watchman who gave candles to the people on duty who were entering and exiting the school.    

    

This kind of feeling was something that was rarely seen in a hundred years.    

    

exactly what kind of power was it that could cause the entire Mo Capital to be so coordinated. Was it Zhang Tianhao's order?    

    

But when everyone saw the Qiantong Building light up by itself, they understood.    

    

Tonight's "night market" was specially opened for Qiantong Group.    

    

Wan Qian came to the campus with his car's lights on, lighting up the area.    

    

In order to comply with the "orders" issued by the Qiantong Group, Zhulu Academy did not allow any vehicles to enter. Fear of causing the Institute to still have the illusion of light.    

    

When he saw Wan Qian drive in, he did not stop him. He allowed Wan Qian to enter. Because the cause of all this was Wan Qian himself.    

    

Some other servants and their parents were shocked as they looked at Wan Qian's car. They didn't know whose car was it that could make the school open its own privilege.    

    

When the security guard revealed Wan Qian's identity, they all calmed down.    

    

He was indeed qualified to be turned on the green light.    

    

"Father ~"    

    

Young Master Tang and the others shouted in unison when they saw Wan Qian come to the classroom's door. At this moment, there were only four people left in the classroom. Teacher Lin and the three of them. The other students had already been taken away.    

    

Wan Qian went over to touch Young Master Tang's heads and looked at Teacher Lin, saying, "Turn on the lights, I'll take them back."    

    

"Open... Turn on the lights!? "    

    

When Teacher Lin heard Wan Qian's words, he felt incredulous. Wasn't it his request to keep the lights off? Why did he let me turn on the light now?    

    

That's right, what Wan Qian wanted was this feeling of authority.    

    

If you want it to open, then open. If you want it to close, then close.    

    

"Turn on the lights."    

    

Wan Qian said again.    

    

Others might not be able to enjoy this privilege, but Wan Qian had to.    

    

Teacher Lin had no choice but to call the person in charge of the campus. Guo Gaang was quite sensible, so he directly called the electrician to let him restore electricity to the campus.    

    

In that instant, the entire Zhulu Academy seemed to come to life. The lights on the rooftops, the lighthouses on the campus, and the lamps in the classrooms all lit up.    

    

It caused everyone outside the school to exclaim in surprise.    

    

How dare you turn on the lights in this "night market" of the city? Could it be that there was an even more powerful force supporting them from behind?    

    

At this time, if one were to stand on top of Qiantong Building and look around the city, they would be able to see a dot of light shining in the suburbs to the southwest.    

    

As time passed, this speck of light turned into a ray of light and headed towards the Qiantong Building.    

    

It turned out that Wan Qian was driving Young Master Tang and the others towards Qiantong Building. The lights along the way gradually lit up as they passed by. After the car passed, it gradually disappeared.    

    

The people on both sides of the street saw that wherever Wan Qian went, the lights were limitless. After a while, it became dark again. This was clearly a light that was specifically set up for Wan Qian.    

    

Everyone was filled with envy. He really wanted to stand on the street and shout, "I want to shine!"    

    

He then looked forward to the light turning on with his voice. But there was no reaction at all. Wan Qian slowly drove towards Qiantong Building.    

    

The office buildings were surrounded by people, all of them raising their necks to look at the people above Qiantong Building. See them in the office building eating hotpot, cheering, drinking, singing, revelry... There were also many luxury cars parked around, all of which were driven by wealthy people who came to visit the pier. But someone who had waited for more than two hours and had yet to see any Qiantong Group came down. Wasn't their status enough to invite them to a casual meal together upstairs?    

    

The sound of Rolls-Royce's voice reached the street, and the crowd gave way.