This Bad Luck is Awesome!

"You’re a huge star. Countless people are watching you. What if someone else who knows about this leaks it, and you try to blame me?"

After seeing the penalty clause, Chen Mo immediately raised an objection.

With Ai Yikun’s lifestyle, getting into trouble was only a matter of time.

For one thing, Chen Mo felt the Cackler in the passenger seat was a huge risk.

Having seen Ai Yikun give Chen Mo so much hush money with her own eyes, she was bound to get some crooked ideas.

Once she leaked the story, Ai Yikun might just throw caution to the wind and pin the whole thing on him. That would be a major headache.

"So what do you have in mind?"

Ai Yikun thought for a moment and looked at Chen Mo.

"I have professional ethics. As long as I sign the agreement, I won’t go blabbing."

"But if I’m not the one who leaks it, don’t even think about pinning the blame on me."

"Let’s revise the clause. If you have proof that I was the one who leaked the information, then I’ll pay you the penalty."

"But if you can’t produce any proof, it doesn’t count as a breach, and naturally, I won’t have to pay any penalty."

"Also, if this incident is exposed by someone else and it becomes public knowledge, the breach of contract clause automatically becomes void. How does that sound?"

Chen Mo laid out a proposal without a second thought.

"Fine."

Ai Yikun thought it over for a moment and agreed.

He felt there was nothing wrong with it; it was perfectly reasonable.

As for the part about the clause becoming void after a public leak, he had no objections either.

If it was leaked by someone else and everyone knew his image had collapsed, what was the point of Chen Mo keeping it a secret by himself?

’Like burying my head in the sand?’

Soon, the two of them amended the clause and signed their names.

The document contained Chen Mo’s and Ai Yikun’s personal information, bank account numbers, and so on.

After signing the agreement, Ai Yikun didn’t waste any time, immediately taking out his phone to start the transfer.

He had previously enabled large-sum transfers, so he could send any amount under 10 million.

As Ai Yikun typed in the numbers, his heart was practically bleeding.

This was the hard-earned blood money he’d made from grueling film shoots and variety shows, and from debasing himself for a heavyweight female producer.

And now it was all going to Chen Mo.

A moment later, Chen Mo’s phone chimed twice as two messages came in.

"Your Debit Card ****1234 received a deposit of 1,500,000.00 yuan. Balance..."

"Your Debit Card ****1234 received a deposit of 5,000,000.00 yuan. Balance: 11,823,654.32 yuan."

He checked the notifications. The two compensation payments were there, clear as day, not a single cent missing.

Chen Mo saw that his card’s balance had surpassed 11.8 million.

If he added the nearly 12 million in his stock account, plus the damaged 911—which he figured was worth about 2 million after depreciation—his total assets had quietly reached around 26 million!

He had officially become an A8.2 Level powerhouse.

’To be more precise, a mid-stage Great Perfection A8.2 Level powerhouse...’

According to the Hurun Research Institute’s standards, the threshold for entry-level financial freedom in a first-tier city was 19 million.

In other words, he had already achieved entry-level financial freedom in Modu.

The threshold for mid-level financial freedom was 65 million, and for high-level, it was 190 million.

’Hmm, I’ll have to work hard and run into some more bad luck.’

’First, I’ll set a small goal: achieve mid-level financial freedom as soon as possible!’

"Alright, I’ve received it."

Chen Mo nodded with a smile, looking at Ai Yikun.

"So, can I go now?"

The light had gone out of Ai Yikun’s eyes.

He despaired at the thought of having to go back to debasing himself for that heavyweight female producer to earn money.

"Of course."

Chen Mo shrugged and gave a slight smile.

Seeing that Chen Mo had no more objections, Ai Yikun let out a sigh of relief, and a faint smile finally appeared on his face.

’I’ll worry about the future later. As long as today’s trouble is solved.’

"I’ll be leaving then."

Just as Ai Yikun was about to get in his car, he seemed to remember something.

"Here, take 20 of my autographed photos. A lot of my fans would kill for these."

Ai Yikun took 20 autographed photos from a bag in his car and handed them to Chen Mo.

He had just signed them for a fan lottery on Weibo.

His autographed photos were actually quite valuable, but his company forbade him from using them to cash in, all to maintain his high-class persona.

Otherwise, he could have made a fortune from the photos alone.

"Thanks."

Chen Mo paused for a second, then casually took the photos.

’What am I supposed to do with these?’

After handing over the photos, Ai Yikun got into his car with his copy of the non-disclosure agreement and drove it back into its parking spot.

He didn’t dare drive out again today.

Watching Ai Yikun and the Cackler walk back into the hotel elevator, a thoughtful look flashed in Chen Mo’s eyes.

He had just noticed the strange expression on the woman’s face.

’Maybe she’s had too much work done. Her expression isn’t very natural.’

But Chen Mo could see the greed and calculation in her eyes.

It was obvious his earlier suspicion was correct.

After seeing Ai Yikun pay him so much money, the woman was tempted.

’She’ll probably demand hush money from Ai Yikun soon.’

After all, she was in this line of work; wasn’t it all for the money?

Now that she’d seen Chen Mo get such a huge sum from Ai Yikun, she was 100% going to be tempted.

If she managed to get a payout like that, she could retire.

Ai Yikun thought his troubles were over, completely unaware that the worst was yet to come.

’Can’t be helped. Who told him to go around drunk driving and messing with prostitutes?’

"You dug your own grave. No one can save you."

Chen Mo shook his head with a smile and stopped thinking about Ai Yikun.

He had gotten his money, so he didn’t care even if Ai Yikun’s scandal was exposed.

As long as he wasn’t the one who leaked it.

He walked over to his 911, squatted down, and took a closer look at the collision damage.