Suddenly possessing over twenty million yuan, Wang Zhuo instantly became a nouveau riche overnight.

When he returned home that evening, the first thing Wang Zhuo did was open his computer and type six characters into the search bar: How to spend money when you have it.

The search results were vast, and nearly all of them reflected the daydreams of the penniless. Some suggested keeping a mistress, others wanted to date a celebrity, some wished to travel the world, and a few wanted to renovate their ancestral graves.

What in the world is all this nonsense? Wang Zhuo was speechless.

One person suggested using the money to make more money, and then helping the poor, explaining that he himself came from a poor background and knew the bitterness of hardship. Wang Zhuo clicked the 'support' button on the screen for this respondent's answer.

Someone else claimed they would buy seven QQ cars, each in a different color, to drive in rotation daily. Wang Zhuo nodded, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote two words: Buy Car.

Another person stated they would first pay off twenty years of mortgage burdens just to sleep soundly at night, a sentiment that garnered widespread agreement. Wang Zhuo looked up at his old house, which hadn't seen fresh paint in years, and its warped, unclosable windows, then wrote two more words: Buy House.

Someone emphasized that health was paramount and they would immediately take their entire family for comprehensive physical examinations. Wang Zhuo recalled his aunt who was still hospitalized, tapped his pen lightly on the paper, but wrote nothing this time.

Another opinion was to invest in a familiar field to multiply the money and grow bigger and stronger. Wang Zhuo paused in thought, realizing he didn't really have any familiar territory. If he absolutely had to name one, it would probably be his half-baked knowledge of jade; however, his X-ray vision was an invincible cheat, and he had already built some connections, allowing him to develop deeply in this area.

He picked up his pen and wrote four large characters on the paper: Jewelry Company.

Scrolling further down, a woman said she wanted plastic surgery in Korea—Wang Zhuo ignored her. A man claimed he would go to Japan to hire Aoi Sora—Wang Zhuo ignored him. A person who was currently still a man said they planned to undergo sex reassignment surgery to become a woman—Wang Zhuo immediately closed the webpage!

"I want to keep a hundred starlets and make them bear my children for fun!"

This was the shriek of a madman, and beneath it lay pages of verbal warfare that drowned him out.

"I will pay social security and salaries for all rural teachers volunteering in education! Let them teach in peace and enjoy their later years."

This was the voice of a conscientious and kind soul, but it was met with jeers. The crowd informed this kind and naive youngster that the government would not agree to such actions.

Why wouldn't the government agree? Wang Zhuo found it strange. Looking further down, he realized that doing so would be equivalent to slapping the government in the face!

Angered, Wang Zhuo slammed his hand on the desk and fiercely wrote two large characters on the paper: Charity!

The discussion on this topic drew so many participants that Wang Zhuo was temporarily distracted from his own plans, his thoughts derailed for over an hour. Closing the webpage, Wang Zhuo sighed, realizing that the path of charity seemed fraught with difficulties, a long and arduous journey.

"I will exchange all the money for one-yuan coins and lie on top of them every day, counting away to a miserly, happy life!"

This was the declaration of a modern Harpagon. He even listed some statistics below: a one-yuan coin weighs 6.05 grams, 165 yuan equals one kilogram, and over 165,000 yuan equals one ton. He felt that having ten tons of coins would satisfy him, a dream entirely achievable within his lifetime.

165,000 yuan equals one ton? Wang Zhuo felt skeptical and used the computer's calculator to check. It was indeed true. He then curiously calculated the weight of his own twenty-eight million yuan and was instantly startled.

One hundred and sixty-nine tons! Good heavens, how many people could that crush?!

...

Computers and the internet were truly marvelous things. Wang Zhuo, having just dipped his toes in, was immediately submerged in the ocean of information, unusually staying up until two in the morning before yawning and drifting off to sleep.

In the morning, the ringing of the 'Villain Seeks Audience' summoned him from slumber—it was a call from Sun Donghao.

"Wang Zhuo, my dad got me two season passes for the swimming pool; want one?"

"Sure. Where should we meet?"

Hanging up Sun Donghao's call, Fatty Long immediately called next: "Wang Zhuo, I borrowed a mobile hard drive stuffed with pornographic films, 400GB! I can't even copy it all over; do you want it?"

"I do! Where should we meet?"

After arranging the time and place with his two classmates, Wang Zhuo washed up, dressed, and headed out to withdraw money from the bank.

With the rapid development of the financial industry, Automated Teller Machines (ATMs) were now ubiquitous along major transportation routes. After walking for a few minutes, Wang Zhuo arrived at a China Construction Bank AT outlet.

These AT outlets were generally located one or two blocks away from the main bank branches, set up to seize market share, and they indeed provided a degree of convenience. Wang Zhuo usually withdrew his living expenses from here.

First, he swiped his bank card across the card reader area on the glass door. A 'beep' sounded from the door, releasing the lock. Wang Zhuo pushed the door open and walked up to the ATM.

Inserting the card, entering the PIN, and initiating withdrawal, during the machine's processing time, Wang Zhuo idly tapped his fingers lightly on the machine. A childish curiosity struck him, and he used his X-ray vision to look inside.

Upon looking, he realized the ATM wasn't just the size of a small arcade game as it appeared from the outside; half of its bulk was actually embedded in the wall. The internal structure was quite complex. The cash storage cassette could hold several hundred thousand yuan, and there was also a separate cash return box. It seemed the news hadn't lied: if the money wasn't taken promptly, the machine would indeed automatically return the cash to another compartment for temporary storage, rather than dispensing it to the next user.

While withdrawing money and using his X-ray vision, he noted that the ATM could only dispense a maximum of two thousand yuan at a time. When Wang Zhuo made his third withdrawal, he suddenly spotted something suspicious.

On an inconspicuous spot on the machine's outer casing, there was a protrusion about one centimeter thick, roughly the size of a coin. If not closely examined, it would be completely missed. This protrusion housed many extremely fine electronic components, yet these components were not connected to the ATM itself.

This meant the protrusion had been added later. Wang Zhuo even spotted a small piece sealed with insulating tape among its electronic components—it looked like a lithium battery!

What on earth is this? Wang Zhuo's attention was completely captivated.

The ATM beeped, signaling completion. He hastily caught the dispensed money, pulled out his bank card and casually shoved it into his pocket, continuing to scrutinize the mysterious little device.

This time, he made another discovery: the casing of this small device had a pinhole-sized circular opening, perfectly aimed at the keypad where passwords were input. Behind the opening was a small, black, square-shaped component...

Holy crap! Wang Zhuo instantly understood—it was a pinhole camera!