All The Villain Wants Is Money - Chapter 4

Ten minutes later, Xie Gu sat in his family’s ostentatious Cadillac with Xie Wentang next to him, who was bombarding him with questions.

Xie Gu absentmindedly replied here and there, while complaining internally to the system, “This car is flashy and impractical. The taste of a tacky nouveau riche.”

The system silently blocked him out.

After rambling for a while and getting no response, Xie Gu finally realized the system was up to something again. He gave up on trying to get an answer from it and turned to Xie Wentang, who was still anxiously asking, “Tell me straight—are you sick or not?”

Xie Gu nodded and weakly clutched his chest. “I’m sick.”

Xie Wentang was taken aback by his gesture, panic flashing across his face. “…Heart disease?”

“No,” Xie Gu shook his head. “Poverty.”

Having to borrow a million—it was tragic how poor he was.

Xie Wentang stared at Xie Gu’s exquisitely beautiful face, which was almost indistinguishable in gender. Normally, he’d marvel at how his son was so much more handsome than a roughneck like himself, but now he only felt an overwhelming urge to punch him. “Do you believe I won’t beat you?”

Xie Gu leaned his face closer. “I don’t think you have the heart to.”

By design, Xie Wentang was deeply devoted to his late wife and genuinely doted on the original villain. There was no way he could lay a hand on this face that resembled his wife so much. So, Xie Gu felt completely at ease.

To a certain degree, Xie Wentang was very similar to Xie Gu’s actual father, which made Xie Gu feel a certain closeness to him and let his guard down at the moment.

Xie Wentang stared at his face for a long time before finally dropping his hand in frustration and cursing, “Damn it.” He scowled and asked, “Then why did you suddenly terminate your contract and decide to come home?”

When Xie Gu borrowed that one million earlier in the day, it had scared Xie Wentang out of his wits. He nearly thought his son had taken out a high-interest loan and gotten himself kidnapped. Only after Xie Gu sent a video and forwarded his lawyer’s contact information did Xie Wentang believe that his ungrateful son was actually planning to terminate the contract and come home.

“I missed you?”

Listen to that—it’s even phrased as a question.

Xie Wentang let out a loud, sarcastic laugh to show his disbelief. “Get lost, you little brat. You’ve been off in the capital for over a year, and not once did you ever say you missed your old man.”

He even had to sneak money into his son’s account, afraid that his unfilial son would throw a fit if he found out.

Since Xie Wentang clearly wasn’t interested in indulging in a fake father-son act, Xie Gu didn’t bother keeping it up either. He let out a small “oh” and said regretfully, “I was hoping to play along with you for a bit.”

Xie Wentang nearly smacked the ungrateful brat on the head again.

After holding back for a while, he demanded, “Tell me the truth—didn’t you want to be a famous celebrity?”

Xie Gu replied, “People grow up. I’ve matured overnight.”

“Ha.” Another cold laugh from Xie Wentang.

“Anyway, I’ve terminated my contract and come back,” Xie Gu said with a smile, a strange glint flashing in his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I inherit the family’s mine?”

This time, Xie Wentang went silent.

The one thing the original villain despised the most was the family’s ‘mine,’ seeing it as a vulgar symbol of their nouveau riche status. He had repeatedly told Xie Wentang not to bring up the mine at all. So hearing Xie Gu mention it so casually now came as quite a shock.

Xie Wentang suddenly rubbed his fingers together and held up his hand in the hand gesture for 7, waving them in front of Xie Gu. “Son, what’s this?”

“Money,” Xie Gu answered firmly.

Xie Wentang slapped his forehead in sorrow. “Looks like he’s lost it. He doesn’t even recognize a seven anymore.”

???

Xie Gu couldn’t believe he’d live to see the day someone doubted his sanity.

Just then, the flashy Cadillac came to a stop in the parking space, and the driver’s voice rang out. “Boss, Young Master, we’ve arrived.”

Xie Gu scoffed, opened the car door, and got out. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

Xie Wentang also got out of the car, his mind filled with worries about how to get his son to see a doctor. He had heard that people with mental disorders usually resisted the idea of seeing a doctor and would insist they’re not sick, and these behaviors lined up perfectly with his ungrateful son’s typical attitude.

The two of them entered the luxurious villa. Xie Gu naturally nodded to the servants who had greeted him with a bow and handed over his coat. He moved with such ease and grace that it seemed as if he were born a noble. He was more at ease than Xie Wentang, who had lived there for so long.

Xie Gu went straight to the living room and sat on the couch where Xie Wentang usually sat to watch TV, leaving a space for him. He waved him over and then took out his phone, tapped it twice, and handed it to Xie Wentang. “You can look for yourself.”

“What am I looking at?” Xie Wentang took it with confusion, only to find an app open on the screen filled with colorful lines and numbers—a stock trading app.

Xie Gu tapped on it a couple more times, and the app immediately displayed the data of the stocks he had on hand.

It was all in the green.

After giving Xie Wentang some time to look it over, Xie Gu spoke calmly, “After I called you today, I opened an account and invested some of the money I saved up. It wasn’t much—just 100,000. From what I see from today’s close, the gains are decent, close to 10,000.”

It didn’t sound like a lot, but considering that a stock’s maximum increase is only 10% and that the money Xie Gu originally invested was less than 100,000, a profit of 10,000 meant he had made about a 10% return. Xie Wentang, however, knew that his ungrateful son had never had anything to do with the stock market before.

“Do you believe now that I’m mentally sound?” Xie Gu asked.

“No,” Xie Wentang shook his head. “Son, this isn’t being mentally sane. You’re a genius!!!”

Do sons from other families mature like this? Can their sons make this much money in the stock market on a whim?

“…”

Although it might seem difficult to make a profit of 10k, it wasn’t for Xie Gu. Not only did he have a good eye for investments, but he also had the system’s knowledge of the world’s trends. He didn’t need to know every detail, but it was enough for Xie Gu to pick a few stocks with upwards potential.

Not all of the stocks he brought rose. Some fell, but both sides balanced each other out. It was fine as long as the overall increase far outweighed the losses.

Messing around with stocks was risky business, after all. He never intended to make it his main source of income. Playing around with it was fine, but anything more than that was gambling.

Having proven his sanity, Xie Gu then revealed his plan. “I’m thinking of going back to our hometown in a couple of days. Dad, can you get me a pass?”

Xie Wentang couldn’t conceal his smile and waved his hand grandly. “Sure!”

When Xie Gu said he was going back to their hometown, he meant he was going to check out the Xie family’s mine.

Since he’d mentioned wanting to make money, it made sense to first assess the resources he already had before making further plans.

Xie Gu had always been very patient in this regard.

Two days later, Xie Gu boarded the plane back to his hometown. In the capital, meanwhile, a press conference was being held.

It was to announce the disbandment of Red Comet, the boy band under the entertainment company, Banwen Entertainment.

On stage, Zhang Shi was answering questions from reporters. He forced a smile and tried to look strong. “Yes, Xie Gu… well, this might be the kind of life he aspires to?”

The reporters immediately pressed, “Excuse me, Zhang Shi, but are you saying that Xie Gu is being kept by someone?”

Zhang Shi sneered inwardly, but on the surface, he looked innocent and panicked. “No… I didn’t say that.”

Little did he know, a Weibo post was already quietly gaining traction.