I've Become A Tycoon With Global Depreciation

Before the traffic light, Gilbert Wilson sat on his old electric bike, watching his phone. He had only ten minutes left to finish delivering the order. As soon as the light turned green, he quickly rushed out. Even though he finally delivered the pizza to the customer, he was still a few minutes late. "I'm really sorry, there was so much traffic. Please don't give me a bad rating. It's really hard to make a living as a deliveryman nowadays." Gilbert kept apologizing, and, thankfully, the customer finally agreed not to give him a bad rating. "Ding ding—" Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang suddenly. "Hello, Mr. Wilson, your mother has had a sudden onset of high blood pressure and now needs to pay for medical expenses. There may also be follow-up surgery..." Gilbert didn't catch the rest of what the doctor said clearly. His mind had gone completely blank. His mother was seriously ill and had been hospitalized. Luckily, she was discovered in time. Though she was out of danger now, the subsequent medical expenses were astronomical for him, a mere college student. Even working part-time as a deliveryman, he couldn't earn much money. Gilbert sighed heavily, "Fiona should still have some money. I'll ask her to lend me some, hopefully it will be enough to get through this..." He walked back home in a horribly sour mood. As he opened the door, he heard ambiguous gasping sounds coming from the bedroom. Inside the living room, the clothes of a man and woman were scattered. Upon seeing this, Gilbert's expression changed instantly. He took a deep breath and opened the door forcefully. Two bodies were mingled on the bed. When they heard the noise, they turned around nervously. When they found it was Gilbert, Fiona Kelly showed no signs of embarrassment for being caught cheating. Instead, she seemed rather nonchalant. "Oh, it's you. Well, now that you've found out, there's no need for me to say much. Just take your things and leave." The man on the bed glanced at Gilbert in disdain and said, "Darling, is this the boyfriend you said couldn't even afford a necklace worth a thousand dollars? Well, he does seem quite poor." Fiona smiled while touching the man's chest. "You should say 'ex-boyfriend'. How could a deliveryman like him be rich?" Gilbert instinctively clenched his fists, barely managing to control his anger. He spoke with difficulty, "Fine, we can break up, but my mother is seriously ill and needs surgery urgently. Can you lend me some money?" Fiona smirked at him mockingly, "Sure. I'll give it to you if you beg." The man with her was the heir to a rich family, and he seemed to have some malicious thoughts. A wicked smile slowly spread across his lips, "You should kneel down and beg us, and then help us make a video. Maybe then I'll consider lending you money." Fiona put on a coy expression and lightly hit the man's chest. "Oh, you're so bad." The rich man gave a disgusting smile as he touched Fiona's chin. "You like me being bad, don't you? I can even watch the video when I miss you." They flirted shamelessly, completely disregarding Gilbert's existence. Watching the couple, Gilbert's eyes turned red and veins began bulging on his forehead. He wanted to punch both of them in the face. But after thinking of his mother waiting for treatment in the hospital, he chose to endure the humiliation. He spoke slowly, "Fine!" The rich man gave Gilbert a contemptuous look, as if he was looking at a filthy bug. "Darling, your ex-boyfriend is really pathetic." Fiona giggled, "Doesn't he look like a pathetic dog now?" Gilbert held up his phone expressionlessly, as he coldly watched them making love on the bed again. Before, when he looked at Fiona, his eyes were full of tenderness and affection. Now, he wished he could tear her apart. After a while, the sounds stopped. "Can you give me the money now?" Fiona and the rich man looked at each other and burst into loud mocking laughter. "We only said we would lend you money, we didn't say when." "Oh, how about this, we'll lend you money for your mother's funeral expenses when she dies!" Seeing the scornful expressions on the couple's faces, Gilbert knew they were just tricking him. They wouldn't lend him any money! Unable to bear it any longer, Gilbert slammed his phone onto the ground. "f**k you!" He stormed out of the room, but, Fiona and the rich man continued to laugh out loud. Gilbert feared that if he stayed any longer, he might lose control and kill them. He wandered the streets, feeling lost and hopeless. His mother was in the hospital enduring unbearable pain, waiting for money to save her life. The very thought almost suffocated him. "If I can't raise the money now, am I just going to watch my mom die?" Gilbert clenched his fists subconsciously; he was filled with anger and resentment towards the unfairness of life. "Sir, do you want to donate some money and make a wish? Maybe your wish will come true." An old voice brought Gilbert back to reality. He turned around and saw a dirty homeless man lying by the roadside. His hair was matted, and he looked like he hadn't eaten properly for days. He looked extremely pitiful. Seeing that Gilbert didn't respond, the homeless man repeated his offer. These kind of make-a-wish offers were just a way to trick children. Gilbert didn't believe in it at all. Nevertheless, he took out ten dollars from his pocket and put it into the homeless man's bowl. It might not make a difference in the face of his mom's exorbitant medical expenses, but it could at least buy the homeless man a decent meal and prevent him from starving. Gilbert said seriously, "If wishes could come true, I'd like to go to a world where even poor people can afford huge medical expenses." The homeless man stared at Gilbert. His eyes hidden behind his tangled hair carried an air of mystery. He spoke with profound meaning, "Good deeds will always be rewarded." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared in an instant, leaving only scattered coins on the ground. In the sunlight, they emitted an unusual brilliance, symbolizing some kind of otherworldly magic. Gilbert couldn't help but rub his eyes. He thought he was hallucinating, but the homeless man had really disappeared, leaving only the scattered coins behind. "What happened? He was just here. How did he disappear all of a sudden?" Gilbert felt a dizzy spell coming on, and before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard an old voice filled with supreme authority. "From this moment on, prices will depreciate by a factor of a hundred million!"