This Bad Luck is Awesome!

Chen Mo sat in his gaming room, scrolling through the news.

Soon, he saw a few headlines appear on the trending list.

#SHOCKING! Son of Modu millionaire missing, suspected kidnapping?

#Modu millionaire offers reward! 2 million yuan cash for any lead on his son!

#Another 1 million added, reward increased to 3 million yuan!

Seeing these trending topics, a smile couldn’t help but spread across Chen Mo’s face as he curiously clicked on them.

"The delivery army is mobilizing! Here’s our chance to make 2 million."

"Bro, your connection is lagging. The reward is up to 3 million now."

"3 million... back in my hometown, I could buy a house and a car outright with that. I’d still have 2 million left over. If I put that in a fixed-term deposit, I could probably live off the interest if I’m frugal and never have to work again."

"I make 100,000 a year. It would take me 30 years of not eating or drinking to save up 3 million..."

"The big cities really do have more opportunities. I remember that A-pass and spy thing was also in Modu, right?"

"Now when I walk down the street, every little boy looks like the one in the photo."

"Is it too late to buy a plane ticket to Modu?"

"I wonder who’s going to get that 3 million in the end. I’m so jealous!"

"You’d need insane luck to get that 3 million. Anyway, I know my limits."

Many people were discussing the news, most of them with their eyes on the 3 million yuan reward.

After all, the chance to get a 3 million yuan reward just for providing a single clue was simply too enticing.

This was 3 million RMB, not 3 million Happy Beans.

Someone earning 100,000 a year would have to work for 30 years without eating or drinking to save that much.

Now, a single clue could immediately net you 3 million in cash. No one could refuse that temptation.

After seeing the news, many of Modu’s food delivery and courier drivers firmly committed the little boy’s photo to memory.

Compared to others, their jobs gave them a much higher chance of discovering a lead.

Some people even had the idea of coming to Modu immediately.

The smile never left Chen Mo’s face as he read everyone’s comments.

’Too bad. This 3 million is my ’compensation for emotional distress’ for having my sleep disturbed. It was never destined to be yours.’

After he finished reading, Chen Mo refreshed the trending list and discovered a new topic had appeared.

#Modu Police: Acting on a tip from a concerned citizen, we have successfully located the missing boy in a residential complex. He is unharmed. We have also successfully apprehended 3 suspects.

Clicking on the trending topic led to an official announcement with white text on a blue background.

A flood of comments appeared below it instantly.

"FUCK! I just got on the high-speed train and you’re telling me they found him?"

"I was already planning how to change my life with that 3 million, and now it’s flown away. Who stole my destiny?"

"Time to wash up and go to bed. Guess I was never fated to get rich in this life."

"Back to the grind. Stop daydreaming."

"I really want to know which bastard provided the tip. I’m so damn salty!"

"..."

When everyone saw that the boy had been found and the 3 million reward had been claimed, their hopes were instantly shattered.

What followed was a wave of envy, jealousy, and hatred for the person who provided the clue.

Everyone was just too salty.

Seeing everyone seething with jealousy over him put Chen Mo in an even better mood.

The incident was being hotly debated online.

Besides the 3 million yuan reward, people were also speculating about who had taken the millionaire’s son and for what reason.

To be honest, even though Chen Mo had provided the clue, he still didn’t know the full story behind the incident.

"When your dreams come alive..."

Just then, his phone rang.

An unknown number from Modu was calling him.

"Hello?"

Chen Mo answered the call.

"Mr. Chen? I’m Xuanxuan’s father. Thank you so much for helping Xuanxuan return home safely!"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the line. It was President Lu, the man Chen Mo had video-called with earlier.

"You’re too kind. Anyone would have done the same in my position."

Chen Mo chuckled and offered a polite reply.

"Mr. Chen, are you home right now? My wife and I would like to come over to thank you in person. We’ll bring our accountant along to transfer the money."

President Lu’s voice was full of gratitude, and he wanted to thank Chen Mo face-to-face at his home.

"Oh, that’s too much trouble..."

After a few feigned pleasantries, Chen Mo gave him his address.

’It wasn’t about the money, of course. I was just worried their accountant wouldn’t be able to find the place.’

A little over ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

When Chen Mo opened the door, he saw quite a few people standing outside.

Besides President Lu and his wife, there was a secretary, a driver, an accountant, and others.

"Please, come in."

Chen Mo glanced at the pile of gifts on the floor. It was clear they had put some thought into it.

"Mr. Chen, thank you so, so much. If something had happened to Xuanxuan, our family... I don’t know what we would have..."

As soon as President Lu came in, he and his wife gave Chen Mo a deep bow.

His voice was brimming with gratitude.

Even with his child safe at home, a trace of the fear and despair he’d felt still lingered.

Thus, his gratitude toward Chen Mo was truly from the bottom of his heart.

"It’s good that he’s okay."

Chen Mo quickly helped the two of them up. While he felt his contribution deserved such a bow, it wasn’t necessary.

It just felt a little strange to him.

"Mr. Chen, could you give me your bank account number?"

President Lu didn’t waste any time and got straight to the point.

Chen Mo recited his account number, and President Lu immediately instructed the accountant who had come with them to transfer the money.

DING!

"Your debit card account ending in 1234... received a deposit of 3,000,000.00 yuan. Current balance..."

Soon, Chen Mo received a text from his bank.

A full 3 million yuan had been deposited into his account!

’As expected of a millionaire. They sure transfer money fast.’

"Mr. Chen, these are just a small token of our appreciation. Please accept them."

President Lu’s wife had the driver and secretary bring in the gifts they had brought.

Chen Mo gave the items a quick scan and realized none of them were cheap.

There was Maotai, Lafite, cordyceps, ginseng, cigars, Hua Zi cigarettes, cosmetics and skincare from international luxury brands, designer silk scarves, health supplements, and more.

"Some of this is for you, and some is for your parents. We came in such a rush that we didn’t have much time to prepare. It’s just a small gesture, nothing valuable, so please don’t mind."

President Lu acted as if the gifts were hardly presentable, worried that Chen Mo might look down on them.

"Ahem, President Lu, you’re being far too generous."

’Chen Mo did a quick mental calculation. The pile of gifts was likely worth at least 200,000 yuan. Especially the alcohol; he wasn’t sure of the vintages yet. If they were old, the value would be even higher.’

Gifts of such high value, yet President Lu felt they were hastily prepared and not worth much.

’This must be what a real millionaire is like,’ Chen Mo thought. Someone who was truly financially free.

"Mr. Chen, may I ask what you studied in school?"

President Lu then asked pointedly.

"Finance."

Chen Mo replied casually, his mind already on which items he should send to his parents.

"My company is preparing to go public soon, and we’ll be establishing an investment department."

"If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to sincerely offer you the position of vice director of our investment department, with an annual salary of no less than 1 million yuan."

"I have no performance requirements for you. As long as you don’t resign, or my company doesn’t go bankrupt from mismanagement, you can hold this position and draw this salary indefinitely."

After a moment’s thought, President Lu directly invited Chen Mo to work at his company.

He even had his secretary bring out an employment contract and began writing on it right then and there.

He filled in the position of Vice Director of the Investment Department and the annual salary of 1 million yuan, leaving only the spaces for a name and other personal information blank.

The HR representative had already signed it.

It was even stamped with the official company seal.

All Chen Mo had to do was nod, sign his name, and fill in his personal information.

And just like that, he would have a pension plan worth no less than 1 million yuan a year before taxes!