007 The Day of Sudden Wealth: Five Hundred Million Fortune

Fei Yingming found himself interrupted while speaking before the beautiful woman, his face unable to hide his embarrassment. He turned, intending to see who dared to slight him and was ready to rebuke the offender. ***—How dare you disrespect Young Master Fei? Are you tired of living?

But upon seeing who it was, his bravado vanished; the words at his lips were swallowed. It was Elder Huang, a figure whom even his grandfather treated with utmost respect—certainly not someone he could chastise at will.

“Seven Fairies!?”

The exclamation came from an elderly man in Fei’s entourage, distinguished by his glasses. He stumbled forward to stand before Zhong Yun, staring raptly at the potted flower.

His words landed among the crowd like a bombshell, stirring an uproar. Those who could accompany the Fei patriarch were all experts in the field; many, upon glimpsing the flower’s shape, felt a nagging suspicion—it so closely resembled the legendary specimen.

Yet considering the youth of the flower’s owner, they dismissed the notion. Surely this was a jest: if an ordinary high schooler could cultivate such a legendary treasure, what use did these experts serve?

But Elder Huang was the authority in the field, a master among the nation’s best, a national treasure whose contributions were rated at the A level. The Fei patriarch had spent untold efforts to secure his presence.

Elder Huang’s judgment was beyond reproach. If he declared this flower to be the legendary “Seven Fairies,” then there could be no mistake. Elder Huang would never risk his reputation on a whim.

As the realization dawned that the legendary “Seven Fairies” had reappeared in the world, excitement swept through everyone present. They could imagine the sensation this would cause across the country.

The cultivation method for the “Seven Fairies” had nearly been lost due to the extinction of Jialan Star. Its last appearance was a century ago, at the ten thousandth anniversary exhibition of the Ge’an Empire—the largest nation in the Omi System.

No one imagined that a hundred years later, this legendary treasure would reemerge, and in the hands of a high school student.

Everyone held their breath, quietly admiring the exquisite beauty of the “Seven Fairies.” In their eyes, each leaf was delicately tender, every bud gracefully poised. They wondered—when it bloomed, how dazzling and enchanting would it be?

Having heard Elder Huang’s confirmation, Liu Yunqi was also thrilled. She glanced at the dazed Zhong Yun, thinking—how on earth did he manage it?

Fei patriarch was the first to recover. A flower lover and the head of his family, he responded swiftly. “Young Zhong, would you be willing to part with this ‘Seven Fairies’?”

“This…” Zhong Yun hadn’t expected such directness and hesitated, uncertain how to reply.

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In truth, he was unsure how to set a price. Honestly, he had come just to probe the market, to get a sense of the flower’s worth. His earlier estimate was that it might fetch several million at most, since he didn’t know if anyone could recognize the species.

He had underestimated the experts of Davo; they actually recognized it. Judging by their expressions, he quickly dismissed his earlier estimate and waited for them to name their price.

Although Fei Flower Garden sold various flowers, it was more like the Fei patriarch’s private collection, mainly used to acquire rare treasures, and its prices were always fair—a preferred place for sellers.

“Rest assured regarding the price; I will certainly offer a sum worthy of the ‘Seven Fairies,’” the Fei patriarch declared, determined to obtain it. Now that it had appeared before him, he could not let it slip away.

Zhong Yun had no doubt that he would not try to bargain unfairly. Before coming, he had researched the background of the flower garden. The Fei family of Mingzhou was a prominent clan even nationwide.

For such families, as long as their core interests weren’t threatened, they maintained their reputation. If word spread that the esteemed Fei family had forcibly seized a flower from an ordinary citizen, they would be ridiculed by society—something he could not afford.

Besides, flower appreciation was a refined pursuit. Should he resort to underhanded tactics, not only outsiders but the experts present would look down on him.

Moreover, for the wealthy Fei family, money was not a concern.

“Since you’re so straightforward, Mr. Fei, I won’t pretend otherwise,” Zhong Yun said, cutting to the chase. He raised two fingers: “Two hundred million Omi credits.”

Omi credits were the universal currency of the Omi System; at current rates, one Omi credit equaled 2.531 Davo credits. That meant Fei patriarch would spend nearly five hundred million Davo credits for this flower—an unprecedented sum.

Yet no one was surprised. Except for Young Master Fei, all present were true experts in horticulture. To become an expert, one must love flowers—money paled in comparison.

Besides, the “Seven Fairies” was worth every coin.

“Deal,” Fei patriarch agreed readily. “However, one condition—we lack experience caring for the ‘Seven Fairies’…”

“No problem,” Zhong Yun replied, already prepared. He handed over a memory chip. “It contains video records from sprout to today—the entire process is documented.”

Of course, Zhong Yun wasn’t worried they could replicate a second “Seven Fairies.” To mutate a “Purple-White Orchid” into a “Seven Fairies,” one indispensable item was the essence of Jialan Star. He was confident—finding a second person in Davo with the essence of Jialan Star was impossible.

Fei patriarch’s eyes gleamed. “Good, hand over your bank card.” Taking Zhong Yun’s card, he passed it to his assistant, who made a call and returned it, saying, “The funds have been transferred; you may check.”

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As Zhong Yun took back his bank card, his hand trembled—five hundred million Davo credits, just like that? It felt unreal, as if he were dreaming.

Combined, his parents’ annual income barely reached a million; yet with a single flower, cultivated in just one month, he had earned a fortune that would take his mother a hundred years to amass.

Once, he wouldn’t have dared imagine it—but now, he had achieved it.

After receiving the money, Zhong Yun took his leave. Back home, he stared at the string of zeroes on his bank card and chuckled foolishly, thinking—if only it could be exchanged for crisp banknotes he could spread over his bed and toss around, that would be perfect.

Low profile, low profile. He tried to restrain his excitement, reminding himself. But his face could hold its composure for only three seconds before breaking into a silly grin.

Five hundred million! With such wealth, he could buy a mansion, the most luxurious computer setup, hire four or five delicate maids… from then on, he could indulge in pleasure, eat, sleep, and live carefree as a happy recluse.

Lost in his fantasies, the doorbell jolted him awake. Checking the video feed, he saw a truck parked outside, and robots unloading boxes, one after another.

What was going on—were his parents replacing all the appliances? Puzzled, he opened the door to find a formally dressed man holding a checklist. “Is this the residence of Zero?”

So it was Zero’s doing—what was he planning, buying so many things? Though Zhong Yun was full of questions, he could only accept the deliveries for now.

Thirty large items in total, costing him over five million, filled the entire front yard. Zhong Yun picked up the checklist: they were all chemistry equipment—was Zero setting up a laboratory?

Setting aside the question, he began to worry about how to explain the origin of these items to his parents. He moved the thirty pieces to the guest room next to his own, then entered his personal space.

As soon as he entered, a video feed popped up. In the 3D image, Zero still looked as cold as ever, offering no explanations to Zhong Yun and simply stating, “The items I ordered have arrived, correct? Follow my instructions to disassemble them; I need several specific components.”

What followed was a tutorial on dismantling the equipment. Zhong Yun was speechless—such extravagance, spending millions just for a few parts? Even with money, this was excessive.

With a resigned sigh, he downloaded the video to his portable player and began his grand “dissection” project.

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