C9 Despicable Tycoons

"That's okay, I'm leaving."

Chu Feng's heart was boiling. He just wanted to have a quiet look. How many zeros were 1.88 million? Was the card different from before?

It was no wonder. He was a poor worker. When he didn't have any, he wouldn't be surprised no matter how much he had, but when he suddenly had so much money.

He was still a little nervous and didn't know what to do.

Perhaps this was the so-called "getting used to poverty.

"You're not allowed to leave!"

Yin Xiaotong was naturally nervous when Chu Feng wanted to leave.

"I, I am here to apologize to you. I was rude just now and did not recognize Mount Tai with my eyes."

Yin Xiaotong mustered all her courage and finally finished her sentence. Her heart could not help but beat faster and her face turned slightly red.

"Oh, this matter! I did not take it to heart at all. Alright, you should apologize as well. I'm leaving."

Under Yin Xiaotong's shocked gaze, Chu Feng disappeared into the vast sea of people.

"That's it?"

Yin Xiaotong did not believe it at all. She humiliated Chu Feng like this, but he did not take it seriously at all.

It was completely different from what she had imagined. She was prepared to be scolded by Chu Feng, and she also thought that she might be made difficult for him.

But now, it gave her the feeling that he didn't take her seriously at all.

"Impossible. How could he not be moved by my beauty? He must have something urgent to attend to, that's why he said that."

"I have to show him my sincerity once more"

After thinking about this, Yin Xiaotong smiled and ran to donate again. Everyone looked at her as if they understood and asked for Chu Feng's contact details.

Chu Feng naturally did not know about this. He was now in a taxi and was heading towards his own house.

Chu Feng sat in the car and closed his eyes to rest. He was thinking about all these things.

He didn't expect that one day, he would be nervous because of over one million yuan.

He now had the System to accompany him. A million dollars was just a small amount of money. In the future, it was possible for him to earn 10 million or even 100 million.

Every time he earned money, he would be cowering in fear. That was even more so when he spent money without any decisiveness. A Divine Hero treated money like dirt and spent money like dirt. That was just one of the basic skills of a Divine Hero.

So, as a Divine Hero, if he did that every time, would he still be worthy of the word 'Divine Hero'?

He had to overcome this kind of mentality and become a true Divine Hero.

Chu Feng's temperament changed drastically, as if he had become a different person, because his state of mind had changed.

"We're here."

The driver called out softly.

Chu Feng opened his eyes and gave the driver a hundred yuan.

"There's no need to look."

He got out of the car and walked into the neighborhood.

The driver looked at Chu Feng and the neighborhood in front of him.

"You're still pretending to be cool in a place like this? I'm in my third suite, and you're driving a taxi!" Wan Ran smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and flew out.

Chu Feng, who had thought that he had revealed his heroic side, was proud of himself, but he never expected that he would be looked down upon by the driver.

"En, why is the door open?"

Chu Feng went upstairs and came to the room he rented. He did not expect that the door was not locked and that someone had opened it.

He couldn't help but feel nervous. Could it be that a thief had entered?

Could it be that the matter of him donating money had been remembered by someone?

Chu Feng immediately thought of tens of ways to deal with this matter, and dozens of ways to deal with this matter appeared in his mind.

As he gently pushed open the door, he heard rustling sounds from inside. There was the sound of someone rummaging for something.

This made him even more certain that there was a very dangerous person inside.

He lived in a single apartment, so the kitchen was just in front of the door. He casually picked up the kitchen knife, and with his 1.8 meters tall kitchen knife, normally two or three people would see it and wait to leave.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

"Who is it? Don't move, or I'll kill you!" Chu Feng shouted.