How Hard can Losing Money even Be?

"Yes, yes, that one on Cat Street."

"Golden Spoon Cafe?"

"Yes, I want you to buy that place."

"Okay, understood."

Benny ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

Just because he owned an investment firm didn’t mean he couldn’t own cafes as well.

The two weren’t mutually exclusive.

One could lose money professionally while the other could lose money artistically.

It was important to diversify.

With that thought in mind, he found a bench by the roadside and sat down.

There was still one problem.

He had no idea what investment firms actually did.

So he pulled out his phone and opened Yoogle.

A few minutes later, he was scrolling through article after article.

Another few minutes passed.

Then suddenly, Benny froze.

His eyes widened.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

"I picked the right business."

He nearly jumped from his seat.

From what he had read, investment returns weren’t instantaneous.

Stocks, equity investment, business acquisitions, everything took time.

Even successful companies often needed years before investors saw meaningful returns.

Benny stared at the screen and his heartbeat accelerated.

Even if he accidentally invested in a profitable company, there was no way the profits would immediately appear within the current business cycle.

Which meant... his smile became increasingly wider.

There was absolutely no way his plan could go wrong.

In fact, he didn’t even need to personally search for terrible investments anymore.

He had hired an entire team of professionals.

People whose entire careers revolved around finding places to put money.

All he had to do was provide them the capitals and the professionals would handle everything else.

Just because they were professionals naturally didn’t meant they would always make him money.

If making money was that easy, they won’t even be working for him in the first place.

With his mood thoroughly improved, Benny hailed a taxi.

"Where to, sir?" the driver asked.

Benny thought for a moment before replying, "to the nearest car dealership."

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

Then looked at Benny’s casual clothes and then looked away again.

"Understood."

About half an hour later, the taxi pulled into the parking lot of a large Mercedes-Benz showroom.

Benny stepped out and looked up at the glass building.

Luxury cars sat under bright lights behind the showroom windows.

For a moment, he felt slightly nervous.

Before his rebirth, buying a Mercedes had been the sort of thing he only saw successful people do.

Now he had fifty-six million yuan sitting in his bank account.

The feeling was strange.

The moment Benny entered, several salespeople glanced in his direction.

Then they glanced away when they noticed his casual clothes.

At a glance he was just a young man who looked barely old enough to have graduated university.

One salesman quietly shook his head.

Another didn’t even bother standing up.

Eventually, a manager looked around and sighed.

"Xiao Yu."

A young woman immediately looked up.

"Y-Yes?"

"Go receive the customer."

The girl blinked.

Then she looked toward Benny.

A hint of disappointment flashed across her face.

Not because she disliked him but because every newcomer knew what this meant.

The senior salespeople had already judged the customer.

And none of them thought a sale was likely.

Which was why the task had landed on her desk.

Still, she quickly stood up, this was her job.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over.

"Good afternoon, sir."

Her voice carried a trace of nervousness.

"Welcome to Mercedes-Benz."

Benny turned toward her.

"Hello."

The girl smiled politely.

"My name is Zhao Yue. I’ll be assisting you today."

Benny nodded.

Then his attention drifted past her toward the showroom.

Rows of luxury cars stretched before him.

Immediately, a serious problem appeared.

What kind of car would Selena like?

A black sedan? Or perhaps, an SUV?

Girls seemed to like SUVs... or did they?

What did women actually drive?

Benny suddenly realized he had no idea.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yue was becoming increasingly nervous.

Had she said something wrong?

Why did the customer look so troubled?

After several seconds, Benny finally looked back at her.

"Do women prefer sedans or SUVs?"

"...Ah?"

Zhao Yue blinked.

Benny repeated the question.

"My sister, I want to buy her a car."

Zhao Yue relaxed slightly.

At least she understood the question.

"That depends on personal preference sir. Many women like SUVs because they’re easier to see out of and feel safer."

Benny nodded seriously.

"What would you choose?"

The sudden question caught Zhao Yue off guard.

"Me?"

"Yes."

Zhao Yue thought for a moment.

"If it were me, I’d probably choose an SUV."

Benny immediately made a mental note.

Okay, an SUV for sister.

That’s good, now what type of car should I get.

After several seconds, he reached a conclusion.

As long as it was expensive, he didn’t care.

Benny looked at Zhao Yue.

"Which one is the most expensive?"

Zhao Yue froze.

"...The most expensive?"

"Yes, the most expensive one."

For a brief moment, Zhao Yue wondered if she had misheard.

Behind her, several veteran salespeople who had been secretly paying attention also looked over.

The question was so direct that it caught everyone off guard.

Zhao Yue quickly recovered.

"The most expensive vehicle currently available in our showroom is the Mercedes-Maybach S680."

She pointed toward the center display.

The black luxury sedan sat under dedicated lighting.

Even among the other vehicles, it stood out.

Benny followed her finger, then he saw the price tag.

¥3,680,000.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yue became increasingly nervous.

Customers were usually allowed to test drive vehicles before making a purchase.

That was standard procedure.

But from what she could see, the young man standing in front of her looked more like a university student than a luxury-car buyer.

If she handed over the keys to a Maybach and something happened, she would definitely be the one getting scolded.

As she hurriedly thought of a polite way to steer the conversation toward something more realistic, Benny spoke first.

"Where do I pay?"

Zhao Yue froze.