After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person

Su Rui propped her chin and thought for a while, "Can you make shredded pork in Beijing sauce?"

Chen Yu nodded, "This I can do! But I lack the ingredients to make the accompanying pancakes here."

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It wasn't long before Chen Yu personally brought the meals to the table.

"Looking at you guys, did you encounter some happy event? You seem so joyful."

The excitement on Su Rui's face was impossible to hide, "My studio with Xiao Wei is about to open soon, and the first step in animation is her drawing 'With You In This Life'!"

Chen Yu knew this comic, which Tong Ya had adapted from true events that happened in the shop.

In Suzhou City, it was extremely popular!

If they could turn this comic into an animation, it should be quite popular.

"Then congratulations to you both," Chen Yu said with a smile.

Seeing the table full of food, Su Rui instinctively swallowed her saliva and quickly grabbed some with her chopsticks.

"This shredded pork in Beijing sauce really has the authentic flavor of the capital! You're incredible, able to make authentic dishes from all over the country. Tong Ya marrying you means she can have whatever she wants to eat, that's truly enviable."

Chen Yu smiled faintly, "I'm going to be busy now, just call me if you need anything."

...

Capital Spring Mountain Film and Television Base.

Fang Yuan was looking at the feedback on her tablet, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

She had thought she knew Chen Yu very well, but she never expected that Chen Yu would have actually gotten his medical practitioner license and become an extreme racing athlete.

Especially after watching the video of Chen Yu participating in extreme racing, she replayed it several times.

She still couldn't believe that the man on the screen was the same husband she once deemed a complete loser.

"Miss Fang, so you were busy here! I was wondering why I couldn't find you."

Fang Yuan looked up to see Zhao Hai standing beside her without her knowing when he arrived, holding a large bouquet of roses.

"Young Master Zhao!" Fang Yuan quickly got up.

Zhao Hai could now be considered her investor and the biggest supporter in the entertainment industry.

No matter what, she had to maintain the appropriate attitude.

"Miss Fang, you can just call me by my name. Calling me young master makes it seem distant."

Fang Yuan just smiled in response, saying nothing.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Fang, I have an investment project here that involves capital operations. Are you interested?"

As he spoke, Zhao Hai set aside the roses and casually took out a document.

"I really don't understand capital operations, I'm afraid..."

"You must understand milk tea shops, don't you?" Zhao Hai directly stuffed the document in Fang Yuan's hand.

When Fang Yuan opened it, she found it was actually a business plan.

The plan was to use her celebrity influence to open milk tea shops and then attract franchise fees.

This actually belonged to an alternative type of monetizing popularity. If managed properly, one could earn several hundred million in less than a month.

According to the plan provided by Zhao Hai, Fang Yuan could make at least eighty million.

And that's a conservative estimate. If things really took off, she could make over a hundred million in a month.

Fang Yuan immediately became excited. With this plan, she was one step closer to completing the agreement of the bet.

"Miss Fang?" Zhao Hai gently touched Fang Yuan's shoulder, "Why the long stare? What do you think of this plan? Do you want to collaborate?"

"Yes!" Fang Yuan agreed without hesitation, "Can I also invest in some shares?"

Zhao Hai chuckled lightly, "Of course, that's possible. However, we still need to discuss the specifics in detail. May I know if Miss Fang has any availability tonight?"

Fang Yuan was taken aback, as she certainly understood what Zhao Hai implied.

Yet the enticement of the proposal at hand was simply too great.

If she could succeed, she would be able to meet the terms of the wagering agreement in the shortest possible time and secure that three billion in capital.

In the face of such a vast fortune, a slight sacrifice seemed negligible.

"I should be the one to discuss this matter with Young Master Zhao!" Han Mintao suddenly interjected from the side, "When it comes to capital operations, our Fang Yuan really has no clue."

Zhao Hai was somewhat displeased, "Is Sister Han worried that I'd swindle Miss Fang?"

"That's not it!" Han Mintao was relatively calm, "Surely Young Master Zhao must be aware of the wagering agreement Miss Fang has signed!"

"Of course, I am aware of that," Zhao Hai casually picked up a water glass from the table and took a sip.

"Until the wagering agreement is fulfilled, everything about Fang Yuan, including her private life, is under the control of the capital backers! Young Master Zhao should understand what I mean."

The displeasure on Zhao Hai's face gradually faded; he naturally understood the rules of the entertainment circle.

Once the wagering agreement was signed, everything about Fang Yuan, including her weight and even her most private personal life, had to be strictly controlled.

One critical point was that without the capital backer's consent, she absolutely could not be involved in any scandals.

"What a pity! If I'd been the one who signed the wagering agreement with Miss Fang from the beginning, I wouldn't have let her exhaust herself like this."

With a sigh, Zhao Hai placed a document on the table.

"I believe that after this plan, Miss Fang will essentially fulfill the wagering agreement. When the time comes, don't forget to have a drink with me."

Having said that, Zhao Hai turned and left.

...

By four in the afternoon, the flow of customers in the shop began to dwindle.

It was then that Zhang Fan suddenly rushed in, flustered.

"Chen Yu, can you perform first aid?"

Chen Yu was startled, "I can! What exactly happened?"

"Somebody fainted in my shop, and it will be a while before the ambulance arrives, but that person looks like they're in a bad way."

Chen Yu did not dare to delay, "Wife, quickly bring down the emergency medical kit."

After calling out to Tong Ya, Chen Yu hurriedly followed Zhang Fan to the shop next door.

A considerably obese middle-aged man was lying on the floor of the car dealership, convulsing continuously.

The staff of the car dealership were also panicking, not daring to approach.

Chen Yu hurried forward, checking the man's pulse, and medical knowledge raced through his mind.

A few seconds later, Chen Yu's previously anxious expression eased.

He pulled Zhang Fan aside, "Old Zhang, is this man someone you have a grudge with?"

Zhang Fan's expression was blank, "How did you know?"

"I've checked him out, he's not ill, at most due to obesity, a bit of endocrine disorder."

Zhang Fan also breathed a sigh of relief, then adopted a serious demeanor.

"Liu Jianhui, I won't quibble with you over that batch of goods. Hurry up and get up; the floor is so cold, you'll end up sick even if you weren't before."

Liu Jianhui's shaking instantly stopped, and then he slowly got to his feet.

"Was what you said just now true?"

Zhang Fan did not reply, but simply lifted his mobile phone.

He had already been recording a video.