God-Tier Get Rich System – CH134

Chapter 134: The Pampered Darling

Mu Lantu paid visits one by one to the families who had once helped him, sitting for only two or three minutes in each house. The point was just to show courtesy—nothing more. After all, people had their own lives, with school, work, and lunch breaks. Staying too long would only disturb them.

Back at the Mu Lantu household, Mu Lantu said he was leaving.

“Leaving today?” Mu Aijun was displeased. “I’ve already told the neighbors we’d have a meal together…”

How could Mu Lantu not know what he was thinking? If Mu Aijun wanted to show off, that was his business—he wouldn’t play along.

“I’ve bought a ticket for tomorrow’s train back to the capital. I need to work on a professor’s project. If I miss it this time, next time there’s something good, the professor won’t come to me again.”

Taking advantage of the fact that Mu Aijun and Sun Yuhe didn’t understand university matters, Mu Lantu casually made up an excuse.

The two were suspicious but had no proof, so they had no choice but to let him go.

Mu Aijun saw him off, neatly pulling a wad of bills from his pocket.

All ten-yuan notes, roughly two hundred yuan in total.

Mu Lantu accepted them without a flicker of expression.

That eased Mu Aijun’s mind. If Mu Lantu had refused, he would have felt as though this son was about to fly away.

And his premonition was right.

Mu Lantu was indeed going to fly.

As soon as the horn of Reform and Opening-Up sounded, he immediately registered the “Lantu Food Factory,” producing its signature product: pickled pepper bamboo shoots.

His marketing method was simple: he hired several chefs, stationed them at the gates of eight factories across the east, south, west, and north of the city, and had them cook bamboo shoots with eggs, meat, mushrooms, cucumbers… free tastings for three days straight.

As long as the food wasn’t incompatible, the bamboo shoots could be stir-fried with anything.

The dominant fragrance easily captured workers’ hearts—especially the men and women who cooked at home.

At the same time, the factory also targeted the massive student population. Negotiations with universities soon brought bamboo shoots into campus cafeterias.

An old kindness from years ago now paid off handsomely.

After being rehabilitated, Professor Zheng Guofu taught at Huaqing University. Together with fellow intellectuals who had once been sent down and some professor friends, he quietly gave Mu Lantu a hand, making the negotiations unbelievably smooth.

Once the first shot was fired, the rest was easy. Pickled pepper bamboo shoots forcefully entered thousands of households.

After graduation, Xu Huazhang followed Mu Lantu to the south, expanding the factory nationwide, and even sold bamboo shoots abroad at the Canton Fair.

In under five years, Mu Lantu had achieved sudden wealth—ten million!

At the Canton Fair, he unexpectedly ran into four familiar faces: Su Qianqian, Zhang Jingxian, Tang Mingjie, and Jiang Qiaohui.

Su Qianqian was assisting one of the organizers. From her confident air, it was clear that time had favored this girl who had once dared to wrestle with fate.

Zhang Jingxian and Tang Mingjie were surrounded by attendants; everyone nearby treated the couple with respect. Their love was obvious in the smiles they exchanged.

Jiang Qiaohui was with her husband, adorned in jewels and glamour, equally respected by those around them.

Mu Lantu knew her husband—a well-known businessman, a decade older, featured in the papers multiple times. Jiang Qiaohui was his second wife.

Her gaze occasionally flickered toward Zhang Jingxian, jealousy flashing and vanishing in an instant. Even now she was still competing with her, and showed no signs of stopping. She seemed not to realize that Zhang Jingxian had become her heart demon…

After university, Mu Lantu returned to Jiang City every year—but never to see Mu Aijun. He only visited his maternal grandparents and uncle’s family.

His uncle kept it quiet, so Mu Aijun knew nothing.

Until the media reported that Mu Lantu was the boss of Lantu Foods. Then Mu Aijun sought him out, as did Mu Hongbing, Mu Honghong, and Mu Xiuxiu.

Mu Lantu refused to meet them. Later, when Mu Aijun and Sun Yuhe grew old, he paid them alimony as required by law.

Of course, Mu Aijun was dissatisfied. With a son worth tens of millions, yet only receiving a few hundred yuan a month—it was more humiliating than nothing.

But Mu Lanlan and Mu Hongtu intervened.

Once the two truly matured, they understood how deeply Mu Lantu had been hurt in the past. They themselves did well, entering good jobs after graduation, and took responsibility for their parents’ care.

Without their interference, and with Xu Huazhang’s mother never showing up, Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang lived a comfortable, carefree life.

At thirty-five, their relationship was exposed.

But by then their status was so high, and with millions poured into charity each year, praised repeatedly by the government, even if people gossiped, no one dared speak in front of them. They lived their love openly and freely, envied by all…

-End of World #2-

When he opened his eyes again, Mu Lantu was a new university student.

Melancholy—he’d have to repeat college once more.

After the original owner received his acceptance letter to a top university, his family had stopped restricting him. He played at home to excess, days and nights reversed, gaming nonstop. And this morning, his soul was replaced.

Even Mu Lantu felt a little sorry for him.

[Host, shall we draw your profession and golden finger now?]

[First, find Huazhang. little five, it’s up to you.] Mu Lantu clenched his fists nervously.

Would Huazhang still be with him this time?

005 cautiously said: [Host, you need to stay calm. Brother Xu Huazhang may not…]

[I understand.] Mu Lantu cut it off.

A moment later, 005 exclaimed in shock: [Found him, host! This—how is this possible?]

Mu Lantu didn’t care about the reason. [Where is he?]

With the host happy, 005 was happy too. Cheerfully, it said: [If I’m not mistaken, he’s your future classmate! He applied to Dongkai University, majoring in geology. His exam score was 739—he was bound to get in.]

Mu Lantu’s lips curved upward, his lighthearted voice captivating: [Send him my phone number.]

[Already sent.]

Mu Lantu paced his room twice, dark eyes sparkling like stars. [Little five, can you arrange for me and your Brother Xu to be in the same dorm?]

005 replied proudly: [No problem, host. I just need to slip into the Dongkai University system and adjust a few numbers.]

Mu Lantu was very pleased. [Good work, little five.] Now he just had to wait for Xu Huazhang to reach out.

He drank some spiritual spring water and went into the bathroom.

Strangely, every time he and Xu Huazhang entered new bodies, not only were their names the same, but their looks were similar too. He had asked 005, but even it didn’t know why.

After tidying up, Mu Lantu went downstairs, taking in the luxurious villa.

This time his identity was excellent: a second-generation rich kid. His family ran a well-known cake brand called Delist, with franchises nationwide. He didn’t know their exact wealth, but surely over a billion.

His parents were alive, and his grandparents too—elderly but vigorous, traveling the world, rarely at home. At the moment they were abroad.

He had an older brother, Mu Zhanpeng, twenty-six, already working in the family business. Starting from the bottom, he was now manager of the PR department.

Their parents were rational: from the eldest son’s birth, they’d decided he would inherit the company. To avoid sibling rivalry, they waited several years before having a second child.

The original owner was eight years younger than Mu Zhanpeng.

His parents hadn’t treated him badly. On his eighteenth birthday just last week, they gave him 5% of the company shares. Even if he only lived off dividends, he would never have to worry for the rest of his life.

Mu Zhanpeng had been raised well, with sound values, and doted on his only brother. When the original owner was little, he even attended his parent-teacher meetings. When older, his allowance came mostly from Mu Zhanpeng.

Nor was he overly indulgent—he was stricter than their parents when criticism was needed. But the original was a good kid, so it rarely happened.

This time, Mu Lantu had drawn the role of the pampered darling.

He couldn’t wait to show off to Xu Huazhang.

The family’s cook, Aunt Fang, came out of the kitchen, smiling when she saw him. “Second Young Master, you’re up. What would you like to eat?”

“Sis Fang, make dumplings. Lots of them—I’m starving.” Mu Lantu lounged lazily on the plush sofa, glanced at his phone, then picked up the remote to turn on the TV.

“Right away. But Second Young Master, don’t stay up so late anymore—it’s bad for your health. If you do, I’ll tell your brother.”

Though called Sis Fang because the family addressed her that way, she was actually about the same age as his parents. She had worked in the Mu Lantu household for nearly twelve years. More than a helper, she was half family.

Her nagging didn’t bother Mu Lantu; he smiled. “Okay, I know.”

The eighteen-year-old sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking beautiful and obedient. Aunt Fang couldn’t bring herself to nag more, and went off cheerfully to cook.

Mu Lantu opened his system panel.

Host: Mu Lantu
Age: 18
Profession: Not drawn
Golden Finger: Not drawn
Wealth: ¥5,782,028
Worlds Experienced: Ancient fantasy, martial arts, modern society, 1970s
Lifetime Achievements: Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Strength of a Bull, Spiritual Spring, Three Divinations a Day

His eyes first landed on the wealth column, curving with joy. This was a good start indeed—an eighteen-year-old with 5.78 million in savings. Not earned by himself, but still enough to make anyone envious.

Then he looked at the last column.

“Three Divinations a Day.” Explanation: each day he could cast divinations for anyone, seeing their fortune for the next twenty-four hours.

Mu Lantu’s eyes lit up. This skill was practically heaven-defying.

Just then Aunt Fang came with a tray. “Second Young Master, the dumplings are ready.”

—End of Volume 2—