"Brother Niu, are you comfortable?"
"Comfortable. Come here, give brother a kiss, one million for one!"
Inside the presidential suite of Heaven on Earth entertainment club, Niu Charlie sat on a massage chair and grinned at the cheongsam-clad beauty massaging him from behind.
The cheongsam beauty was tall and curvaceous, all the right places with generous portions.
She was the top girl at Heaven on Earth, with a minimum appearance fee of one hundred thousand each time.
But now, money was as trivial as toilet paper to Niu Charlie.
How much he wanted, how much he had.
"Brother Niu, really? One million for one?"
Upon hearing the price for one kiss, the cheongsam beauty's eyes sparkled, quickly offering her cherry-like lips.
Niu Charlie was nonchalant, he gave her a kiss, immediately took out a stack of cash from his pocket and laid it in front of the cheongsam beauty, "spend it all."
"Thank you, Brother Niu!"
The cheongsam beauty gave another voluntary kiss.
Niu Charlie laughed heartily.
"Brother Niu, what about me?"
The sophisticated lady who was massaging Niu Charlie's feet saw that the cheongsam beauty got a million, she stopped her hand, went to Niu Charlie's side, snuggled her body against his, and pleaded.
She is the boss of Heaven and Earth club, and she doesn't normally need to personally serve people.
However, she has to make an exception for Charles Bull.
Charles Bull is a super-rich client, one who casually tips ten or twenty thousand.
To serve him for a day can cost hundreds of thousands if not millions! Plus, he gives other valuable gifts such as gold. In one day, one can fly high to the branches and become a phoenix - achieving class reversal!
"You can have it too. But I don't feel like kissing today, go get me two hundred bottles of Maotai for my bath."
"Once this is done, a tip of one million."
Charles Bull said casually, stretching leisurely.
The suited lady, upon hearing a tip of one million, immediately smiled and nodded, "Alright, I'll get it ready now."
Charles Bull threw a bank card to the lady, "Use this card! Do include your one million tip, so we don't have to go through the hassle later."
"Understood!"
The lady in suit took the card and left with a smile.
Outside of the one million tip, she can make a profit from the two hundred bottles of Maotai.
At the very least, she can earn two million!
With a simple phone call, within half an hour, two hundred bottles of Maotai were delivered to Heaven and Earth Club, poured into a bucket, and brought to Charles Bull's room.
Charlie Bull glanced to the side, addressing the woman in the cheongsam, "Serve me a bath, and later you'll get half a million tips!"
"Alright, Bro!"
Immediately, the woman in cheongsam went to get the towel. Charlie Bull lay on his massage chair with a satisfied expression.
Having money is wonderful!
Now, his net worth cannot be measured in monetary terms.
Last time, just on a whim, he let out a statement about withdrawing all of his money from his bank account.
The bank, along with a dozen other banks in the vicinity, collapsed instantaneously.
Even after withdrawing more than 500 billion from all these banks, it was not enough.
They had to quickly notify the higher-ups in the banking system. Finally, the Head of the Central Bank had to step in, have a conversation with Charlie Bull, and offer him various interest benefits. Only then did Charlie Bull agree to cancel the withdrawal.
Despite how formidable Charlie Bull seems now, just a few months ago, he was a penniless guy who was in debt of a usurious loan of 300,000.
If not because of an obscure, black washbasin he came across in the basement of his house that had been there for years,
He would have never been able to turn his situation around so rapidly and become wealthy!
Back then, in order to pay off his debts, he sold anything and everything in his house that could be exchanged for money.
The black basin was something he found in the basement.
Even though it was pitch black, upon a careful look, one would see dragon carvings on it, and the words "Amassing Treasures Bring Wealth" were etched on the inside of the basin.
At that moment, he only thought that the golden shimmer of this basin was due to gold-plating and that he could sell it for a few thousand dollars.
Just then, from a battered box, he found two one-dollar bills and casually tossed them into the basin.
What came next was astounding. The two dollars in the washbasin turned into four.
Charles Cow initially thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, he miscounted, so he picked up the four dollars from the basin, and threw one of them back in.
Seconds later, the one dollar in the basin multiplied from one bill to two.
Witnessing this scene left Charles Cow dumbstruck.
He thought his vision was blurred and threw in the remaining three-dollar bills into the basin, and in a blink of an eye, five-dollar bills turned into ten!
At this point, Charles Cow was convinced that this basin could truly generate wealth!
His heart was beyond excited at this moment.
This basin was a heirloom from his ancestors, passed down to him after many years.
When his grandfather was still alive, he had cautioned him that this basin was very precious and should only be touched in dire circumstances.
Therefore, the basin was locked up in the basement.
If it weren't for his debts, Charles Cow would never have thought of this treasure at home.
"This is not a washbasin, but a treasure basin. No wonder my grandfather warned not to touch this basin unless it's absolutely necessary.", thought Charles Cow.
He cheerily exclaimed, "Now, if I put one dollar in, it will double into two dollars, four dollars, eight dollars... within a day, I will have billions!"
But soon, Niu Charlie calmed down, feeling that something was not right.
He picked up those one's banknotes, looking at the numbers on them, his brow furrowed.
Though The Cornucopia could generate money, the numbers on these notes were all the same.
All the money in the world has unique numbers, he could initially use the duplicated money for purchases outside.
But as the amount increased, it would definitely raise the attention of the police.
Tracing along the clues, he might end up spending the rest of his life in jail.
Thinking of this, Niu Charlie took the money out of The Cornucopia, thinking about duplicating objects without numbers.
Then Niu Charlie looked at a disdainful mineral water bottle, cheered inwardly. Although the bottle had a number, it wouldn't be as noticeable as the banknotes.
Soon, he threw the mineral water bottle into The Cornucopia.
Before long, the mineral water bottle in The Cornucopia doubled, and then quadrupled...
An hour later, Niu Charlie had bagged hundreds of kilos of mineral water bottles in snake-skin bags, took them to the recycling station with a tricycle, and made ten thousand yuan!
Looking at the ten thousand yuan in his hand, Niu Charlie was delighted.
In the future, by just tossing mineral water bottles into The Cornucopia, and delivering hundreds of kilos every hour to the recycling station, he could make ten thousand yuan. That's three hundred thousand a month, which can make life pretty comfortable.
"Wait, why does something feel off?"
"Holy crap, my brain must be addled. Since The Cornucopia can duplicate anything, why am I only duplicating mineral water bottles?"
"Wouldn't it be better to throw some treasures in there? Such things are hot commodities..."
"Hmm, it seems something is not quite right..."
Carrying a wad of five thousand yuan bills, Niu Charlie glared at the tricycle before returning home. He went into the basement, sat in front of the magic cauldron, and stared at it silently.
"Should I duplicate gold?"
However, upon further thought, Niu Charlie did not find that idea feasible.
On the market, large-scale gold products are controlled by the government and major companies, with reserves that are almost unchanging.
If a large quantity of gold were suddenly to enter the market, it would definitely cause turbulence. The price of the gold in his hand would surely plummet, becoming worthless!
If things went wrong, it could even attract the attention of the national authorities, leading to investigation of him.
Even if all of the above were fine, duplicating tons of gold would pose a significant transportation problem.
"Damn it! This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what should I do!" Niu Charlie raged, stomping his foot on the spot.
At this moment, a series of violent knocking and cursing came from outside.
"Niu Charlie, get the hell out here!"
"Niu Charlie, don't think you're safe hiding in there, pay up now!"
"Niu Charlie, pay back the money!"
