Chapter 47: Shopping Spree
Chu Feng noticed Zhihao’s troubled expression and asked, “Something else bothering you?”
“Cousin… did you really win thirty million?”
Chu Feng: “…” Why is this so hard to believe?
Okay, fine, maybe it really was unbelievable.
To be fair, if his cousin suddenly told him he had won 30 million, he’d probably think the guy had lost his mind or was hallucinating from poverty.
“I really did win thirty million—but don’t let Grandpa find out. If he hears, it might trigger his heart condition.”
Zhihao nodded. “True. Grandpa got super worked up when he thought it was just three hundred thousand. If he finds out it’s thirty million… he might literally die of happiness.”
Chu Feng: “…” Not an exaggeration. There have been actual cases where old folks got too excited after winning the lottery and passed out. At their age, they just can’t handle too much excitement.
“Brother Feng, how much tax did you pay on that?” Zhihao asked.
Chu Feng blinked, thinking: Oh right, lottery winnings are taxed. How much was the tax again?
“You don’t remember how much tax you paid?”
Chu Feng: “…” If he had actually won, he should know that… but unfortunately, he didn’t. “It’s been a while, I forgot.”
“Cousin, are you really sure you won?”
“Of course! Otherwise, how would I afford to buy a shop?”
He quickly searched for the lottery tax rate, then turned and said, “I paid six million in income tax.”
Zhihao took a deep breath. “That much? Grandpa definitely wouldn’t survive hearing that.”
Chu Feng nodded. “Yeah…”
The tax rate was brutal. He hadn’t realized it until now—any winnings over ten thousand are taxed at 20%!
No wonder his relatives thought he only won 300k. After tax, that’s 240k, which matched the value of his car.
“Cousin, now that you’ve won the lottery… have you thought about getting a girlfriend?”
Chu Feng rolled his eyes. “Let’s talk about that later. Your cousin is focusing on building a business first—becoming a true success.” Why is everyone obsessed with girlfriends and not careers?
“Cousin, you can definitely do it.”
Chu Feng patted Lin Zhihao on the shoulder and said, “Don’t worry—once your cousin makes it big, I’ll take you with me.”
A successful man never has to worry about not having a girlfriend. Back when he had no money, he couldn’t find even one. Now that he had money, he could get several in a day if he wanted.
Chu Feng sighed inwardly—after being used to looking at someone as beautiful as Illya, regular people just didn’t seem to catch his eye anymore.
Thinking of Illya made Chu Feng feel a little restless. He had been away from Crescent Moon Village for a few days and didn’t know how things were going over there.
Chu Feng took out a bank card and said, “There’s 500,000 in here. If you need to buy materials or if someone from the renovation company needs an advance, just help me pay them.”
Lin Zhihao took the card and asked in surprise, “There’s really 500,000 on this card?”
Chu Feng nodded. “Yup.”
Lin Zhihao tilted his head and looked at Chu Feng. “Brother Feng, did you really win the lottery?”
Chu Feng: … “So my cousin didn’t believe me at all in the beginning!”
Well, that’s fine. Either way, better to keep a low profile. Wealth shouldn’t be flaunted.
Lin Zhihao nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll… keep it secret.”
Chu Feng nodded. “Good, good.”
Now that Zhihao knew the store belonged to Chu Feng, he relaxed a lot and threw himself into managing the renovations.
After settling things with Lin Zhihao, Chu Feng contacted Chu Anzhi and arranged to meet for a meal.
“Brother Feng…” Anzhi greeted sheepishly.
Chu Feng poured him a glass of juice and smiled. “Go ahead, what kind of mess did you make this time?”
Anzhi gave an awkward laugh. “A few days ago, my mom found out you won the lottery. I thought you had told the truth, so I accidentally mentioned that you won a million. Then I found out you only told the Lin family it was 300,000.”
Chu Feng nodded calmly. “Oh.”
Anzhi looked at him. “You’re not mad?”
Chu Feng waved it off. “They were going to find out sooner or later. It’s fine.”
If his net worth were just one million, then the difference between 300,000 and one million would be big. But his net worth was over 100 million—so to him, the difference was trivial.
Anzhi rested his chin on his hand. “My parents know you won a million, but Uncle’s family still thinks it was only 300,000.”
Chu Feng nodded. “That’s fine.”
Anzhi looked at him. “Brother Feng, why is it that every few days your phone can’t be reached?”
Chu Feng rested his chin on his hand and said, “Because the phone bill wasn’t paid.”
“You won so much money—why don’t you just top it up properly?”
Chu Feng waved his hand. “I don’t want to take calls. Why would I top it up?”
“Uncle’s family is planning a wedding soon, and money’s tight,” Anzhi said.
Chu Feng smiled. “You don’t need to worry about that. A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. Their apartment alone is worth over three million.” Though it was bought on a mortgage.
Anzhi nodded. “True. Yesterday Uncle gave Brother Jinhui 30,000 to buy wedding items. But he used it to buy lottery tickets.”
“Lottery tickets?” Chu Feng blinked. He had made that up as a lie, and now Chu Jinhui actually went and did it?
Anzhi said, “He didn’t win anything, though.”
Chu Feng chuckled. “Winning the lottery is all about luck. And luck… not everyone has it.”
Come on, if winning were that easy, how would lottery companies make money? Like gambling—nine times out of ten, you lose.
Anzhi nodded. “You’re right. Brother Feng, you must have amazing luck to win a million.”
Chu Feng smiled to himself—his luck went far beyond that.
“Are you going home?” Anzhi asked.
Chu Feng shook his head. “No.”
He thought to himself: Aunt Yanping probably hates him now for hiding his winnings. Even though Jinhui buying lottery tickets had nothing to do with him, she’d probably blame him for leading Jinhui astray. No way was he going back just to get yelled at.
Anzhi nodded. “It’s probably better you don’t go back. Aunt Yanping went to complain to Grandpa and Grandma—if you go back now, they’ll definitely scold you.”
Chu Feng rolled his eyes, thinking: Yanping is definitely still fuming. If he shows up, she’ll explode. If he doesn’t show up, all she can do is stew.
“Grandpa asked me about you recently,” Anzhi said.
Chu Feng sneered. “What for? To ask for a cut of the prize money?”
Anzhi blinked. “You told your other grandpa about it, but not him—he’s probably upset.”
Chu Feng didn’t take it seriously. That old man had been biased all his life—Chu Feng had seen enough of it, and his heart was already cold…
After a busy day, Chu Feng returned to the villa, exhausted. He opened a jar of fruit wine and poured himself a glass.
He had brought the wine with him when he traveled between worlds—it was pretty strong.
He could only ever drink one sip at a time. This time he brought it back to enjoy slowly.
After a drink, his body warmed up. He stretched and practiced a round of martial arts.
After the exercise, he felt much more energetic. He went over to the strength testing machine—and sure enough, he broke his previous record.
Although he had felt tired before, the activity really brought his energy back.
The next day, Chu Feng wandered around the villa.
He had already owned the place for a few days, but he’d been so busy he hadn’t had time to really check it out.
Now that he walked around properly, he realized there were still a lot of things missing—he’d need to go out and buy a bunch of stuff.
Chu Feng drove to Tianfeng Mall, near his villa.
Tianfeng Mall had just opened last year. When it first launched, it was bustling with activity. But the prices were just too high—this small county still had mostly working-class people. Clothes in the mall were often priced in the thousands, even close to ten thousand yuan. Naturally, not many people came.
When Chu Feng arrived, it wasn’t peak hours, and there weren’t many people inside. He hadn’t visited this place often before—there was no point browsing when he couldn’t afford anything. But this time was different.
Chu Feng thought: The wardrobes in the villa are still empty. I should get some clothes to fill them.
He raised his head slightly and entered full-on shopping mode.
Chu Feng went from one clothing store to the next. In no time, he had already spent seventy or eighty thousand yuan and was carrying more than ten shopping bags.
The shop girls in the clothing stores were all extremely enthusiastic, inviting him into their stores one after another. Chu Feng felt like he had suddenly become a heartthrob loved by all.
At first, Chu Feng was a little uncomfortable with the shopping spree, but the more he bought, the more natural it felt.
“This one, this one, and this one—wrap them up.”
Chu Feng secretly sighed: Being rich is amazing. You can buy whatever you want without looking at the price tags or worrying about value for money. No wonder everyone wants to be rich.
Chu Feng didn’t think of himself as someone who enjoyed flattery, but he had to admit—it felt good being fussed over.
“Right away!” the young shop girl replied excitedly.
Sales commissions for clothing store clerks were tied to performance. Since Chu Feng had just spent over 30,000 yuan in one go, the clerk could get a 5% commission—over a thousand yuan from just three items.
“Chu Feng?” a puzzled voice called out.
Chu Feng turned around and saw a familiar face.
“It’s Manager Jia!”
Before his “world-crossing” experience, Chu Feng had been a delivery guy, and this Manager Jia had been his direct supervisor. After the crossing, he quit the job and had completely forgotten about this person.
Now, seeing Jia again, Chu Feng felt a sense of surreal detachment—it felt like a lifetime ago.
Manager Jia was distantly related to the delivery shop’s owner and had never looked highly on the delivery workers. Truth be told, Chu Feng hadn’t thought much of him either.
