Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 848 - 647: The Unease in My Heart

"I’m telling you, Old Chen, human desires truly have no limits. Even someone as incredible as Mr. Ma can still land in trouble. Maybe it’s time for me to lay low with my little Calaramy."

"That’s totally up to you. But hey, once you’ve achieved financial freedom, what you chase after doesn’t necessarily have to be just money."

The two were chatting and drinking at the small café bar run by Chen Pingsheng.

Before long, Gao Hu showed up.

Because of Mr. Ma’s incident, the entire circle of wealthy elites in Magic City was buzzing about it.

Everyone who heard about it couldn’t help but sigh in astonishment.

Gao Hu had recently started dating another girlfriend—this time, a stunning social media influencer. The two had worked together for quite some time.

But they hadn’t been together for very long.

These days, Gao Hu still had to pay a fixed amount of around 20 million monthly, but the remainder was enough for him to live quite well.

The influencer scene was always messy. The industry didn’t have much room for genuine emotions.

Oddly enough, she and Gao Hu were a good match.

"Old Gao, you’re running a bit late. Come on, punish yourself with two drinks first."

Gao Hu was a drinking pro, fearless to a fault.

As for the stunning influencer he brought along, she was only twenty-three years old and had risen to fame at a very young age.

Despite her youth, she had already been divorced twice.

This time, she had begged Gao Hu to bring her to the gathering.

But her conversations? Completely unreliable.

She even wanted to play dice games with them to drink. These childish, low-level bar games? Chen Pingsheng hadn’t touched them in years.

And tonight was no exception.

He hung around for a while, then drove back home. His wife, Song Yanxi, was waiting to chat with him about Mr. Ma’s incident as well.

This didn’t surprise him one bit. After all, he’d worked with Mr. Ma quite early on; their relationship was fairly decent.

Over the years, it was not uncommon for wealthy people around him to find themselves in hot water.

A significant number of them had even fled overseas, with their return dates becoming hardly imaginable.

"Pingsheng, do you think our family might one day end up like that?"

"Highly unlikely. Why are you worried about this?"

"Honestly, I just feel uneasy about how much money we have."

Song Yanxi had just finished her shower and was blow-drying her hair. By the time her hair was dry, she climbed onto the bed to sleep.

"That’s just you being conflicted—wanting money when you don’t have it, then worrying once you gain it."

"Don’t tell me you’re not worried at all?"

Song Yanxi took out the family’s heirloom calculator to start tallying up their assets. freewebnøvel.com

"I can’t believe you’re not even a bit concerned. Look, let me casually calculate. Our family easily has billions of assets. Just our investments at the Golden Mountain headquarters alone surpass tens of billions. If you include all of Magic City, the total climbs to at least over three hundred billion—and that’s just the visible assets outsiders know about."

"If I count the stocks in your hands, plus various hidden assets, our family’s wealth is close to breaking the trillion-mark."

It was undoubtedly a jaw-dropping figure.

A trillion-dollar net worth—if evenly distributed, their family could instantly create ten thousand billionaires.

Or a hundred thousand multi-millionaires.

Song Yanxi felt completely overwhelmed by managing such wealth.

Chen Pingsheng knew she was overthinking it. She wasn’t alone in having these worries.

Nowadays, plenty of people shared this mentality.

Why else would so many wealthy folks opt to leave the country once they amassed their fortunes?

Even ensuring their children studied abroad or obtained foreign citizenship was part of the equation.

"No matter how much money we have, as long as our family is doing things that contribute meaningfully to society, there’s no need to stress too much."

Chen Pingsheng didn’t elaborate, but that night, Song Yanxi dreamed.

In her dream, their family had no money at all. The couple went back to lives of selling goods and working everyday jobs.

Utterly ordinary.

Every visit to her mother’s house would be accompanied by sarcasm and snide remarks.

By the end of the dream, Song Yanxi woke up in a fright.

Oddly enough, she feared returning to their old rental room far more than worrying about their wealth.

After waking up, she unexpectedly called Liu Fen. These days, Liu Fen was even busier than Peng Ying; her main job was looking after Song Wu’s two young sons.

Though nannies helped out, Liu Fen still couldn’t rest easy. Being the doting grandmother, she insisted on taking care of them herself.

Song Yanxi asked her to come along to the company; she felt unsettled inside.

She always had the nagging feeling that too much wealth would inevitably bring trouble. According to her husband, having money meant giving back to society.

That was accumulating good fortune.

Looking at the Water Cloud Space’s financial report, Song Yanxi found little needing adjustment this year. Meanwhile, on the larger front of Tongxin Family, which had more employees, another collective round of salary hikes was underway.

Reaching this stage, her family’s money was genuinely almost impossible to exhaust. At times, for peace of mind, she’d much rather directly give back to society.

Not like some people who donate to temples and build Buddha halls but refuse to give their staff even the tiniest raise.

She even knew many people like that—wearing outrageously expensive prayer beads, spinning them tirelessly just for a sense of comfort.

Instead, Song Yanxi chose more practical methods.

A trillion-dollar family wasn’t easy to manage.

Fortunately, her husband was undeniably capable—everyone who met him couldn’t help but admire him.

After raising salaries substantially, Song Yanxi drove Liu Fen to go shopping.

The two hadn’t gone out together in a while. Even though their household had everything, she still enjoyed the feeling of going shopping.

She didn’t usually drive the Ferrari much; she preferred the top-tier Bentley Continental. Its elegant charm was truly unmatched.

As for Rolls-Royce, she rarely touched it anymore—it had pretty much become a social media influencer’s car.

On this trip out, she ordered another hundred units of Tengfei New Energy.

She planned to use them as year-end rewards for the best store managers at Tongxin Family.

Tengfei New Energy was her family’s own production, its quality outstanding—nearly indistinguishable from Tesla.

The Tengfei P9 was positioned as a family SUV, priced at around 300,000 per unit.

A hundred units totaled 30 million. She also ordered ten units of Panamera.

These were to be rewarded to city managers—once the annual meeting rolled around in January, these prizes would be handed out.

For her mother, Liu Fen, Song Yanxi also bought a white G-Class SUV, priced at 3.6 million.

Her mom regularly brought the kids out, making an SUV far more suitable.

As for herself, she bought two units of the 2020 Aston Martin DBS for their household.

This car wasn’t about anything else—it was pure style.

The British sports car’s cost came in at about 4 million each.

She could easily buy two units, sending them straight back home.

If not for the fact that her younger sister Chen Qi and older sister Chen Yao both drove Rolls-Royce cars, she might’ve considered gifting them two as well.

Nevertheless, Song Yanxi called them to ask if they wanted any.

Her younger sister Chen Qi’s attitude was always clear: if she didn’t take advantage of her brother’s fortune, she’d be a fool doomed to bad luck.

It wasn’t about being greedy—it was just that he had way too much money.

Money to an unimaginable degree.

Why wouldn’t she accept an Aston Martin gifted freely? She’d wanted to try driving a British sports car anyway.