C1 It's not a happy birthday.

"Zhao Quan, let's get a divorce!"

In an apartment of an ordinary residential area in Huaxia Dragon City, when Zhao Quan just got off work at night and returned home, Sun Xiaoyun coldly told him about this matter, and tomorrow would be his 24th birthday.

Although Sun Xiaoyun would often lose her temper for no reason during this period of time, Zhao Quan never would have thought that he would receive such a special 'birthday present' on the night before his 24th birthday.

Zhao Quan sat on the sofa in the living room. He was slightly stunned. After that, he still tried to dispel Sun Xiaoyun's thoughts of wanting a divorce.

"Xiaoyun. Tomorrow is my birthday. I originally wanted to give you a surprise today and give you a special gift..."

"No need."

Before Zhao Quan could finish speaking, Sun Xiaoyun waved her hand tiredly.

"I don't want you to work so hard. You worked as a minor employee in the company during the day and also worked part-time to deliver takeout at night. I really don't need any surprise gifts. You are too tired."

Zhao Quan seemed to have seen some kind of hope. He raised his head, and his eyes were filled with joy.

"Xiaoyun, I am not tired. For you, I can do anything..."

"But I am not willing. Do you understand?"

Sun Xiaoyun finally could not hold it in anymore. She stomped her feet and roared loudly, interrupting what Zhao Quan wanted to say again.

"I don't want to smell sour sweat from the gift every time you give one to me!"

"I don't want my colleagues in the company to deliberately tell me that the delivery man who gave them food last night was my husband!"

"I don't want to have to squeeze on the bus every day after work!"

"I don't want to go home and cook every day after work. I hate that smell of oil and smoke!"

"I want a beautiful nightlife and romantic candlelight dinner. I want an enviable car. I want to carry a bag that makes my colleagues jealous. Do you know all this?"

Zhao Quan did not know. He originally thought that all these could be made up by hard work until he was 24 years old.

But he did not expect that Sun Xiaoyun would dislike the his hard work.

But thinking about his feelings for Sun Xiaoyun, Zhao Quan still frankly said, "I can give you all these tomorrow."

Sun Xiaoyun sighed and shook her head, "I'm tired. I don't want to hear you lie. We will divorce tomorrow."

Without giving Zhao Quan a chance to speak, Sun Xiaoyun walked into the bedroom. She locked the door behind her.

Looking at the sweet wedding photos hanging on the wall and then at the tightly shut bedroom door, Zhao Quan smiled bitterly.

Treasure, tolerance, and hard work. All of these were no match for the word 'money' in the end.

After sitting bitterly for nearly half an hour, Zhao Quan prepared to go to the guest room and lie down.

But at this moment, the bedroom door was opened, revealing Sun Xiaoyun's beautiful but disdainful face.

Zhao Quan was delighted, thinking that Sun Xiaoyun still valued this relationship.

But in the next moment, a black square box with a pink flower knot was thrown to his feet.

This was a gift Zhao Quan had placed in the bedroom for Sun Xiaoyun, but it was thrown out.

Zhao Quan bent down and picked up the box. A bitter smile appeared on his face.

He tried to ask Sun Xiaoyun for the last time. "Don't you want to see what the gift I gave you is?"

"I don't need it. I don't want to smell that sour and stinky sweat again."

The next second, the sound of the bedroom door being locked came again.

Zhao Quan walked to the guest room and sat on the bed with the small box in his hand.

He took out a pack of cigarettes worth 2.5 RMB from his pocket, took out a cigarette that was not so twisted and folded, and lit it up.

The cigarette was very choking. Previously, he had thought that this cigarette was quite good, but now it seemed to not only choke his throat, but also his heart.

He held the cigarette in his mouth and opened the small box that was thrown out like trash by Sun Xiaoyun.

In the box under the golden velvet cloth, there was a silver and white metal bank card and a mobile phone that had never appeared on the market.

This mobile phone looked very low-priced, like a counterfeit product that had been processed in a small workshop. It did not even have a logo.

However, it was a custom-made phone with two systems. Usually, when using the fingerprint to unlock the screen, it would show the Android System. Only when the irises were verified would it show another system - Global Intelligence custom-made by Zhao Group.

This smartphone's system was custom-made by Zhao Family. Apart from being used for internal communications, notifications, and meetings in the Zhao Family, it could also be used to access the world's top underground market. As for the Messe Reed Currency Manor, it was the most basic application of this phone.

He placed the custom-made phone in front of him, and the front camera was aimed at his left eye.

After a beep, the system turned on.

The moment the System turned on, brilliant fireworks lit up on the screen. Then, a few big words flashed on the screen -

Happy birthday, Zhao Quan.

He looked at the time. It was already half past midnight.

Zhao Quan sneered and scolded, "My birthday is not happy."

He spat out the cigarette butt and opened the inbox with his finger.

All kinds of congratulatory messages filled the inbox, but Zhao Quan did not recognize 90% of the senders.

Among the people who sent him the email, there were people with another surname who lived in the Zhao Family, relatives of the Zhao Family, and non-direct descendants of the Zhao Family.

As for the content, Zhao Quan didn't even need to read it. He could guess that it must be some flattering words.

The only message that he opened was from the Messe Reed Currency Manor -

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhao Quan. You are now an adult. The Messe Exclusive Account has been activated automatically. Current balance is 10 million."

Ten million USD, which was equivalent to sixty million RMB, was a small gift from the Zhao Family for their descendants to become adults.

The Zhao Family stipulated that only 24 years old could be considered an adult. Before this, he would not receive any financial benefits from his family.

Especially those who went out to temper themselves, they would not even receive half a cent of support.

However, after he became an adult, other than a small gift of 10 million dollars, he would also receive dividends from his family's global industry every month.

That money was the real benefit, and the direct descendants' benefits were even more shocking!

However, Zhao Quan did not really care about these things. Ten million dollars was enough for him to completely change his current life.

Putting away his phone, Zhao Quan took out the silver-white Messe Card made of pure palladium gold.

It was very heavy, about 60 grams, about twice as heavy as an ordinary bank card.

According to the price of palladium gold, just this card alone was worth more than 20,000. This did not include the name of the user that used many tiny diamonds to inlay the card.

Many wealthy people did not know about the existence of this card. It was not that the Messe Card could not obtain their recognition, but that they simply did not have the qualifications to obtain it. They were not even qualified to know the existence of this card!

Playing with the palladium golden Messe Card in his hand, Zhao Quan looked at Sun Xiaoyun's bedroom next door and muttered.

"I worked hard to earn money for you, but you want to divorce me."

Just as he was muttering, his phone rang. It was his younger sister, Zhao Xi.

"Big brother, happy birthday! I'll go celebrate your birthday at dawn and meet my sister-in-law. I even brought her a gift!"

"Xixi, you don't need to bring her a gift anymore. Tomorrow, I'll go with her to get a divorce. She hates that I don't have money. " Zhao Quan sighed.

"What? She dares to say you have no money? I'll bury her alive with money tomorrow!"

Zhao Quan's self-deprecating laughter in exchange for Zhao Xi's anger.