After returning to Fang Chenyi’s villa, Demo Did was still buzzing with excitement. He even had his bodyguard accompany him for two laps around the open area in front of the villa before he finally had enough.

"Heh heh, Fang, that ride is incredible! My arms are a little numb from the vibrations after driving for so long... By the way, are all these villas yours? Honestly, I’m really curious now. I wonder if you could give me a tour?"

Fang Chenyi glanced at the other man’s eager expression, which looked like a treasure hunter’s, and felt a surge of pride. ’After all, it’s pretty satisfying to get one over on a world-famous nouveau riche.’

He nodded. "Well, alright. We can take a quick look, but my place here is nothing compared to your estate."

"Oh, right, right, not in the same league at all! Your team of chefs puts our royal family’s to shame. There’s just no comparison! Fang, which one is the biggest? Can you show me that one first?"

Following Demo Did’s gaze, Fang Chenyi saw he was looking at Villa No. 1, where his parents lived. After a moment’s hesitation, he finally nodded. "Alright. That’s my parents’ place."

With that, he led the way toward the villa.

He took out his key and opened the door. The moment they stepped into the living room, a flicker of disappointment crossed Demo Did’s face. Although the decor leaned toward a European style, it was easy to see that the overall effect lacked a certain finesse.

As he walked further in, surveying his surroundings, his gaze soon landed on the Mona Lisa hanging in the hallway.

Demo Did, who had been striding forward, stopped in his tracks. He tilted his head back to examine the painting.

"Fang, this reproduction of the Mona Lisa is identical to the real one! Oh my god, wait... it’s not just identical, it’s painted even better than the original! Uh, Fang, would you mind taking the painting down so I can have a closer look? To be honest, Fang, I’ve always had a passion for oil paintings, especially Da Vinci’s. I’ve been to the Louvre Museum more than once to see the Mona Lisa, but I’ve always felt something was off about that painting."

As he spoke, Demo Did took out his phone, opened his photo gallery, and quickly found a picture of the Mona Lisa. He swiped to zoom in, enlarging the photo bit by bit. Once it was magnified enough, Demo Did pointed to the craquelure—the cracks in the paint—that became visible.

"This photo I have is an old one, from many years ago. It was taken before the Mona Lisa was even placed in the Louvre Museum, and certainly before it was stolen. After studying this craquelure recently, I’ve discovered many suspicious things about the painting in the Louvre."

Fang Chenyi hadn’t expected the guy to have done so much research on the painting. It made him see Demo Did in a new light. With a casual reach, he took the Mona Lisa off the wall, placed it on a nearby table, and then gestured for Demo Did to take a look.

At the invitation, Demo Did reached into his pocket and, to Fang Chenyi’s surprise, pulled out a small magnifying glass. He began to inspect the painting with a serious expression. As he continued his examination, the look of shock on his face grew more and more intense. An unknown amount of time passed. Just as Fang Chenyi, who was leaning against a nearby sofa, was about to doze off, Demo Did suddenly snapped his head up, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Fang, this is the original! This is the actual original!!"

Fang Chenyi shot Demo Did a look like he was an idiot and said nonchalantly,

"Well, duh. I never said it was a fake. Seriously, given my status, would I hang a forgery in my own house? So, you done? When you’re finished, help me hang it back on the wall."

It wasn’t that Fang Chenyi didn’t treasure the masterpiece. It was just that the ’System’ might reward him with another one at any moment. The saying goes that scarcity creates value, but for Fang Chenyi, this item wasn’t scarce at all, which made it difficult for him to get excited about it.

"Oh, Fang, you’ve completely blown my mind again! Fang, you’re an unbelievably rich tycoon! Compared to you, I feel like I’m a complete nobody. Oh, this is so demoralizing! Your chefs are better than the royal family’s, and a painting you just have hanging on your wall is worth a tenth of my entire fortune... Oh my god, I’m going to call you Boss! That’s right, from now on, you’re my Boss, Fang!"

Seeing Demo Did’s earnest expression, Fang Chenyi was completely stunned. ’What the hell? Is he really calling me Boss now...?’

’Was my kingly aura enough to conquer him? Did one painting really scare him that badly?’

"Whoa, whoa, don’t do that. I’m just a scrap collector. What’s all this about you making me your Boss?"

He held up the woven bag in his hand and waved dismissively while casually hanging the Mona Lisa back on the wall.

"Oh, Boss, I don’t care what you say, I’ve made up my mind! You’re my Boss from now on! Scrap collecting? Great! I’ll go to LV and order a custom-made woven bag, the same model as yours! From now on, I’ll collect scraps with you, Boss!"

...

After seeing the Mona Lisa, Demo Did seemed so overwhelmed that he refused to continue the tour of Fang Chenyi’s house. In his eyes, Fang Chenyi was a true master hiding in plain sight.

He pestered Fang Chenyi for a while longer until, finally, a resigned Fang Chenyi had no choice but to let the guy call him Boss.

Half an hour later, escorted by a convoy of Rolls-Royces, Demo Did sat in the middle driving his flashy walking tractor. He waved vigorously at Fang Chenyi and shouted, "Boss! I’m heading back now! You have to come visit my country when you have time, Boss! When you do, I’ll treat you to the best food and find you the best girls!"

After shouting his farewell, the guy slowly drove toward the exit of the complex, enveloped in the deafening ROAR of the tractor.

However, just as the convoy was passing by, a pink Lamborghini pulled up in front of Fang Chenyi.

The car door opened, and a tall, beautiful Bai Menghan stepped out. Dressed in a stylish athletic outfit, she walked over to Fang Chenyi with a beaming smile and gently looped her arm through his.

"Darling, he said he’s going to find the ’best girls’ for you. How about I take tomorrow off to go with you on your little trip?"

’Emm... That bastard Demo Did. He definitely said that on purpose!’

"Hah, he’s just spouting nonsense. The best girl in the world is already right here beside me. Where else would I need to look?"

He reached out and gently tapped the tip of Bai Menghan’s scrunched-up nose, earning a shy blush from her in return.

Just then, the distant roar of an engine could be heard...

[To be continued...]