“Draw the prize immediately!” Willy Morgan made his choice without hesitation. Suddenly, six gift box-like objects appeared in his mind, each one a different color and pattern. The first box had an image of some papers, the second had a drill, the third a cup of tea, the fourth a triangle, the fifth looked like a fruit, and the last one resembled a shirt.
“System, what are these?” Willy Morgan asked.
“Host, the system cannot disclose the contents. This is a lottery—you get what you draw!”
Willy Morgan understood the rules. It was a random draw, and with his recent streak of good luck—even stumbling upon a system—he felt confident that whatever he picked would be the best!
He closed his eyes and randomly pointed at one of the boxes. His finger landed on the first one, the one with the image of some papers.
“Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have acquired 79% of the shares in Orion Universal Group Ltd.! The share transfer is in progress, please wait... Transfer complete! Please check the contract documents.”
As soon as the system finished speaking, Willy Morgan felt something solid in his hand—it was a folder!
He opened it to find detailed information about Orion Universal Group, including the company’s profile, global business scope, financial statements, personnel details, and more.
Willy Morgan’s college major was finance, but Orion Universal Group was not in his field of expertise. However, this didn’t stop Willy from planning what to do with his newly acquired company.
Or rather, from not planning. After all, the company was already running smoothly without his input. Jumping in to make changes when he had no experience in the industry would only cause unnecessary trouble.
Heather Collins, the General Manager of Orion Universal Group, was in her office going over the day’s work when her secretary suddenly burst in.
“Ms. Collins! Something’s happened!”
Heather Collins looked at her secretary, Joyce, with a hint of exasperation. “Joyce, we’ve worked together for six years. You still haven’t learned to stay calm in a crisis?”
“But Ms. Collins, this is big! An invisible tycoon has just acquired 79% of Orion Universal Group’s shares in one go! He’s now the largest shareholder and our new Chairman!”
“What!? What about the other shareholders!?”
“They had been gradually selling off their shares for a while. Now, your shares combined with those of the remaining shareholders only make up about 6%, with the other 15% still circulating in the stock market!”
Hearing Joyce’s report, Heather Collins felt a pang of panic. Orion Universal Group had been founded decades ago by her father, William Collins, along with a few partners. After she took over, she had been managing the massive company on her own. Now, in an instant, someone else had taken control! Heather Collins couldn’t believe it.
“Ms. Collins, here’s the new owner’s contact information and profile!”
Heather Collins took the paper Joyce handed her. It contained a brief introduction to Willy Morgan, but there was no information about his family background, work experience, or assets.
“22 years old!!!! Only 22! Is he some heir from a hidden wealthy family who’s bored and looking for something to do?” Heather Collins was at a loss for words.
“Joyce, you can go now. I’ll contact the new boss and see what’s going on.”
“Yes, Ms. Collins.”
Heather Collins hesitated for a long time before finally dialing the number.
“Hello? Who’s this?” Willy Morgan answered the unfamiliar call.
“Mr. Morgan, hello! I’m Heather Collins, the General Manager of Orion Universal Group. I just received word that you’ve acquired 79% of our company’s shares. I’m calling to introduce myself and to see if we can arrange a time for you to visit Orion Universal Group for an inspection?”
“Oh, that’s you! It’s pretty late today, so I won’t be able to make it. Tomorrow’s busy too, and the day after is Saturday, so you’re off. Let’s do it next week.”
“Alright, sir. May I add you on LINE? That way, I can be notified when you plan to visit, and it’ll make it easier to report to you in the future.”
“Sure, my phone number’s on it.”
“Thank you, Mr. Morgan. Sorry to disturb you! See you next week.”
Willy Morgan hung up the phone, feeling a bit bewildered. He still wasn’t used to transitioning from an ordinary person to a boss, and now he had to do inspections?
Heather Collins waited until Willy Morgan had hung up before ending the call. She took a deep breath, noting that the person on the other end of the line did indeed seem young, but he also seemed easy to talk to.
Willy Morgan checked the time on his phone again—it was almost 6 p.m., time to head out! He had plans to meet his three college roommates for dinner tonight.
He put on a new outfit, went downstairs, hailed a cab, and headed to the South American barbecue restaurant near the north gate of his old university.
As soon as he walked through the door, he spotted Brandon Rogers waving at him.
“Over here, Willy!”
Tyler Foster, sitting beside Brandon, turned around and patted Willy Morgan on the shoulder as he approached.
“Wow, Willy! That outfit—Fendi! The real deal! It must’ve cost a fortune! What’s going on with you?!” Tyler Foster was shocked.
“Yeah, Willy, you’ve got new clothes, and you’ve even changed your phone! What’s the deal? Did a rich lady take you in?” Brandon Rogers teased as he examined Willy Morgan’s new phone.
“Cut it out! I just had an epiphany!”
“What’s really going on, dude? I heard Olivia hooked up with some old guy. She even posted about it on social media!”
“Tyler, you’re not exactly tactful, are you?” Brandon Rogers shot him a look.
But Tyler Foster ignored it and kept going. “That kind of woman isn’t worth it. Seriously, over the past three years, from sophomore to senior year, you’ve worked yourself to the bone. We all saw it—you spent all your money on her, and she never appreciated you. You’ll be better off without her!”
“Exactly. I’m finally realizing that too. I broke up with her, and I’ve moved on. I spent these years working hard, and all my earnings went to her. Now, I’m going to take care of myself for a change. And, Brandon, tonight’s dinner is on me! Don’t argue! You guys have been there for me for four years. If I ever make it big, I’ll never forget you three! Where’s Patrick, by the way?”
Brandon Rogers was about to protest when Willy Morgan cut him off.
“Patrick’s stuck in traffic but says he’ll be here soon!” Tyler Foster showed them the message on LINE.
Just as they were talking, Patrick Murphy arrived, rushing over with his bag in hand.“Sorry I’m late! Just as I was about to clock out, my annoying supervisor wouldn’t let me leave and made me stay an extra half hour with no overtime pay. It’s so frustrating!”“No worries, you’re just in time to order! Waiter!” Willy Morgan called out.“Whoa, Willy, what’s up with your outfit? You used to be so thrifty, and now you’re rocking Fendi? What happened?” Patrick Murphy adjusted his glasses in surprise.“It’s a long story! Hahaha! Let’s just eat and enjoy ourselves!”Willy Morgan loved hanging out with his three friends, drinking, chatting, and venting their frustrations. It felt real and honest. During the conversation, Willy learned that none of the three were having an easy time.Patrick Murphy was working as a designer, constantly pushed to work ove
Victoria Bell was stunned. Orion Universal Group was a well-established company in Los Angeles. How could someone so young possibly be its owner? However, since Willy Morgan had agreed to a verification, Victoria wasted no time and initiated the background check.The phone rang in the general manager’s office at Orion Universal Group headquarters.“Hello, this is Joyce, the general manager’s assistant.”“Hello, this is Victoria Bell, branch manager at Unity Savings Bank in Los Angeles. I’m calling to verify the identity of someone claiming to be the general manager or a shareholder of Orion Universal Group.”“Who are you inquiring about?”“The client’s name is Willy Morgan.”“What! You mean Mr. Morgan?!”“Yes, what is his position?”“He’s our big boss! Do not, I repeat, do not neglect him! He owns 79% of the company&rsquo
“Right this way, sir,” the Gucci sales associate said, leading Willy Morgan to the men’s section after noticing the Ferrari key in his hand. The associate assumed Willy might be a lesser-known celebrity and quickly guided him through the store for a shopping spree.Outside, Mr. Banana and Mr. Apple, the livestreamers, waited patiently with their phones pointed at the Gucci store entrance.Meanwhile, the livestream chat was buzzing with speculation:“Maybe he really is the car owner after all. He’s been inside for a while, probably shopping! This is Gucci, one of the top six luxury brands! Who could afford that without serious cash?”“I’m not convinced. Some people just like to window-shop luxury stores even if they’re broke.”“Are you talking about yourself?”“Mind your own business!”“It’s simple, just wait until he comes out. Mr. Apple, k
The livestream chat buzzed with speculation and curiosity as Willy Morgan continued to make substantial purchases.“Streamers, no doubt about it—this guy’s the real deal. Dropping tens of thousands on clothes and skincare products like it’s nothing. It makes perfect sense that he’s checking out the best property in Los Angeles, Silver Lake Enclave.”“Clearly, you don’t know the prices at Silver Lake Enclave. The cheapest units there start at over $9,000 per square meter, and every apartment is over 1,000 square meters. That means even the lowest-priced units cost nearly $10 million! Los Angeles isn’t the capital, and it’s not some major financial hub. It’s just a second-tier city!”“I don’t buy it. He’s probably just tired and decided to rest in the sales office.”Mr. Apple and Mr. Banana were also engrossed in the discussion, eagerly participating in the livestream chat as they speculated about Willy’s next move.Meanwhile, Willy Morgan appeared to be resting with his eyes closed in
"The system is truly out of this world! With a photographic memory, learning new things will be a breeze! System, I'm ready to activate the Prediction button!"Willy Morgan was even more excited about the Prediction function than the Blessing one. The reason was simple—Predictions could bring the most direct financial benefits!"System initializing the Prediction button. Please wait... Prediction is about to refresh.""Ding! The system predicts that on April 4, 2034, the old residential areas of Tianwen Community on Cultural Road, 3rd, 4th, and 5th Streets in the Los Angeles Education District will undergo demolition! Host, seize this opportunity!"As soon as Willy heard the prediction, he quickly noted down the details on his phone and looked up the area on Google Maps. He discovered that the community was a large, nearly 40-year-old area that had long been deserted.Willy didn’t know much about real estate and land acquisitions, but he knew someone who did—his employees. He remember
Over the weekend, Willy Morgan drove back to his old, run-down apartment, packed his belongings, and officially moved out. Standing in his now-empty room, Willy felt a wave of nostalgia. This place held so many memories—from moving out of the orphanage to working through his college years. Despite its shabby state, it had been home. Unable to completely let go, Willy spent $100,000 to buy the small unit so he could return and reminisce whenever he wanted.On Monday at noon, before Willy had a chance to visit Orion Universal Group, he received a call from Heather Collins."Mr. Morgan, our team went to Tianwen Community as planned. The residents were surprisingly eager to sell. All 117 building owners have agreed to sell, and they were so concerned we might not have enough funds that they offered to drop the price by another $50 per square meter. The final total comes to around $650 million, and we’ve arranged for a joint property certificate. The certificate lists your name and include
"Close your eyes, focus deeply on your thoughts, and then visualize the current stock market trends in your mind. You'll see the stocks that will hit the limit-up tomorrow!" the system instructed.Willy Morgan followed the instructions, and sure enough, six stock codes appeared in his mind. He quickly noted them down on his phone, planning to compare them the next day.After chatting with the system for a while, Willy drove home. It was already late, and the stock market had closed, so he decided to visit the securities company the next day to open an account.Early the next morning, Willy went to the largest securities company in the country, opened an account, and deposited all the remaining money from his lottery winnings into it. He checked the six stocks he had predicted the day before, and to his delight, three of them had hit their limit-up at the opening, while the other three were steadily rising. This greatly boosted Willy's confidence in the system.However, since the predi
Willy Morgan looked at the group of people before him. Each of them exuded a vigorous energy. The leader, Eleanor Rodriguez, was a woman in her forties, dressed in a sharp professional outfit with a neatly tied ponytail. Her subtle makeup complemented her face, striking a balance between professionalism and youthful appearance. The three men with her, clearly bodyguards, had muscular physiques that strained against their jackets. There was a burly man with a large head and thick neck, obviously the chef, and another man in a suit with gold-rimmed glasses, carrying a box that hinted at his role as a private doctor. Beside Eleanor, there was a demure young woman, presumably the personal assistant, and a middle-aged man with a square face who looked like the chauffeur.“Mr. Morgan, as you can see, we have three personal bodyguards, this is the chef, this is the private doctor, and this is the driver. This lady is the personal assistant, and I am the housekeeper. Our annual salary is 2 mi