se, despite her sarcastic remarks, Su Cen remained calm. This level of composure from the brother she had always been most dissatisfied with was something Zeng Na had never seen before and it left her...Chapter 60: Embarrassing Situation

The five people came out of the bar under the glaring sun, leisurely walking. Wang Weiwei was leading Liu Jigu di (likely a local dialect term for "Liu Jigu's gang"). They then boarded a bus at a street corner that could take them directly to the city center. The leisurely moving bus carried them through the city streets, their silhouettes visible from the windows.

Originally, Su Cen thought that Tang Wu was not interested in video games or arcade games, but when the five of them immersed themselves in one of the earliest gaming centers established in Rongcheng, he realized his assumption was wrong. He watched as Tang Wu glided across a ski game on a screen, moving with agility and grace. Lin Luoran wasn't far behind, secretly competing with Tang Wu for reflexes. The two girls would purse their lips, challenging each other, drawing attention to their impressive performance in the skiing game, occasionally earning applause.

Wang Weiwei, Lin Zouwu, and the three boys ended up admiring them from below until they ran out of coins. As this was Tang Wu's first time playing, she lost to Lin Luoran by a hundred points; Lin Luoran seemed very excited about her victory over Tang Wu.

Tang Wu had beads of sweat on her forehead. Facing Su Cen’s praise for her talent, she smiled and said, "It was just luck."

The group spent time at the gaming center, walked around the city streets, and ended up at a McDonald's until evening fell. They reluctantly went home still wanting more.

After getting off the bus, they arrived in the villa area of Rongcheng Garden. At the crossroads, people hurriedly returned from work, cyclists swarmed through red lights like waves. The bustling traffic and bridge spanning the Qing Shui River added to the scene along with the low-rise or tall residential buildings on both sides of the riverbank, all under a slanting sunset, forming a picture of dusk.

"We're going back! We'll go shopping at the supermarket tomorrow. Let's meet up another day." Lin Zouwu waved goodbye to Su Cen and Tang Wu outside Rongcheng Garden’s gate. At this moment, several expensive cars entered and exited from the main entrance of the villa area, their occupants carefully observing Wang Weiwei and his friends as they came in.

Rongcheng Garden was one of the last urban villas permitted to be built within the city limits in 2000, symbolizing an early sign of wealth for Rongcheng. Later, regulations were passed prohibiting new villa developments; thus, Rongcheng Garden had become a unique landmark in its own right. Although many wealthy individuals no longer chose to reside there, it still represented a certain level of status.

Everyone who entered and exited the area was observed carefully by some people. Some lawyers or CEOs of accounting firms would spend tens of thousands of yuan every quarter on tennis court membership fees here, buying gear for playing and networking.

The goal was to gradually get acquainted with a few fellow players, building up their social networks. Any business partnership formed in such an environment could sustain a firm for years.

"Why don't we go inside for a cup of tea Although the place might be a bit messy." After some thought, Lin Luoran felt reluctant to part with Tang Wu. Perhaps it was because Su Cen and Tang Wu's silhouette in the setting sun at the gate was unforgettable.

Su Can and Tang Wu, who had thought they would have some alone time together, exchanged a glance. But in the end, they both nodded.

In fact, when everyone was tired of playing around downtown and eating fast food, it could have been time for them to go their separate ways. However, Su Can and Tang Wu tacitly accompanied Liu Xin and Wang Weiwei back to their homes, just so that they would have more time together—though this wasn't alone time, at least there was an excuse to linger.

Upon entering Wang Weiw ei's house, the two left for some social engagements as Wang Bao had old schoolmates and comrades over. The two-storey European-style villa looked quite appealing to Su Can. He thought about whether he should buy one for his parents so they could live in it.

But soon enough, reason put a damper on this idea. Such a villa would probably cost between 1 million and 1.5 million yuan at present in Chengdu. In the future, however, its value might rise by eight or nine times, making it an investment worth considering. But he could also invest his current idle funds into something.

But if Su Can were to suggest that his parents move in, he would likely be put under house arrest for a few days with intravenous drips administered by his mother Zeng He and father Su Licheng so as to quell his "ravings" and impractical ideas.

Su Can had accumulated several million yuan from various businesses. Of this amount, at least one million would need to be used for daily operations. The remaining two million could already seem astronomical compared to what ordinary people might consider a large sum.

According to the wealth structure hierarchy of China's era, society was divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers, each with three ranks.

The composition of the bottom tier, from seventh to ninth rank, were as follows:

The seventh rank consisted of mid-level white-collar workers, teachers in public institutions or colleges, team leaders or section chiefs in various units, and wealthy individuals among the common folk. The highest annual income for this group was 100,000 yuan.

The eighth rank included workers from relatively well-performing companies with higher incomes than local residents, with a maximum of 50,000 yuan annually; however, if they had children in school or family members who were ill, they would likely be constantly worried and distressed.

The ninth rank was the subsistence level, earning up to 20,000 yuan per year, which applied to workers with jobs but low status in poorly performing companies.

The income levels of the middle tier were fourth, fifth, and sixth ranks respectively:

The fourth level belongs to the backbone of society, with an annual income of around 200 thousand yuan. This group includes leaders in good schools and enterprises, making up about three percent.

The fifth level is at the professor's income level, with an annual income of roughly one million yuan. Senior intellectuals in profitable organizations are also part of this category, making up approximately five percent.

The sixth level is equivalent to the income level of a section-level official or middle management in successful companies, with the highest annual income reaching 300 thousand yuan. This structure constitutes about eight percent.

Of course, these are merely the structures at the lower levels of the pyramid. Those occupying only one percent at the very top, within the upper echelons of income, are individuals whose presence is akin to a fleeting glimpse of a luxury sports car on television or on the road.

In terms of wealth structure, the level that Su Cen currently possesses would be considered the fifth tier among middle-income groups, higher than the sixth tier. Even his father, Su Licheng, who works as vice president at Dayongjian Corporation, is only in the sixth-tier income bracket.

Ironically, this system has a flavor reminiscent of the hierarchy in fantasy novels, but it's the reality of social income stratification, clear and direct like Forbes or Hurun Rich List rankings. However, these classifications do not represent one’s true position, prestige, connections, or team strength within society.

For Su Cen, being able to grasp the pulse of his times is what enables him to rapidly climb the ranks of this societal pyramid, serving as a proof of his capabilities.

After having some hot tea and snacks from Lin Luoran at Wang Weiwei's house, they left after resting. As Tang Wu walked by with her ponytail lightly swinging, Su Cen couldn’t help but recall the silhouette of her long legs outlined by her jeans on the couch earlier, which heated his heart.

The sun was setting; Chengdu’s evening wasn't as glaringly bright compared to those in Xiahai, instead, it had a mellow hue hanging far off into dark clouds, with only faint light left to illuminate half of the sky.

On the bustling bridge above, the sound of water flowed below. Watching Tang Wu walk gracefully beside him was refreshing, and they were enjoying their last moments together. Su Cen wasn’t quite ready to give up yet, asking her, "Do you not have any free time recently"

Tang Wu nodded, “When my mother is idle, I need to accompany her. She now has daily training sessions; hence, I can't go out for a while.

Going forward, Tang Wu would be very busy. Aside from studying and reviewing books every day, she was being taken by her idle mom Mu Wei to exercise or dance, supposedly to maintain fitness for young ladies. At other times, they played bowling, and occasionally went to practice golf at the Mugeshiyunshan Golf Course.

"Pastoral Cloud Mountain Golf Course," Su Cen muttered to himself, seemingly a bit dazed. The sun in the distance was setting, but the clouds were still不甘寂寞地在遠方散發著金黃色的光芒。

"Hm" Tang Wu seemed to think that Su Cen had a question.

"No, nothing," he replied. Currently, only one legitimate golf course existed in all of Western Sichuan, and this was it—the West Sichuan International Golf Club, meticulously crafted by international master Lv Shanjun. Spanning two million square meters and adhering to international standards with old hole cleeks, the club featured Chinese restaurants, barbecue venues, showers, bars, specialty stores, practice fields, and fitness centers—places that belonged to those who were wealthy.

Su Cen wondered if it would be too presumptuous at this moment to ask Tang Wu how much money her family had.

Tang Wu likely didn't know that Su Cen was aware of the origins of the golf course, nor did she realize that playing regularly at an international golf club already set her apart from ordinary people in many ways.

In summary, she was a wealthy young lady and a rather low-key one. She could study alone in a small middle school in her hometown even when both her parents were absent, demonstrating remarkable self-discipline with a cold exterior but a passionate heart. She might also be the kind of girl who would make men content to live off her for decades after marriage.

Su Cen knew that she herself was destined to become an influential and successful woman in her future career. From a man's somewhat despicable perspective, Su Cen felt that having such a wife meant he could do nothing all day but wait to embrace her soft body as they fell asleep together, regardless of the changes brought by 2012 or the melting ice caps turning into surging waves and engulfing our world.

Even if Tang Wu didn't secure those ten billion euros, being able to tightly hold each other while facing the grand demise of human civilization would also be a blessing.

"It's black," Su Cen said casually.

"What" Tang Wu was taken aback.

"I saw the slimming and shaping bra your mother bought you. It's black," Su Cen pointed to the neckline of Tang Wu’s blouse, which had been exposed when she bent over earlier. The scene at that moment was incredibly eye-catching, and Su Cen was an honest person.stakes. I think you're Little Wang's superior; you could try doing some work to help them."Turns out it was because of this matter that last time Teacher Ma said their teachers weren’t interested in p...