The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 685: Chapter 273 [Number 006]

Buzz!

When Zhou Wang mentally chose ”activate,” a thunderous roar erupted in his ears, louder than the noise of a Gulfstream G450 when it started up, and in an instant, Zhou Wang found himself plunged into a state of deafness.

At the same time, he felt his body going numb, each organ bearing immense pressure. At that moment, Zhou Wang understood why the system had prompted him to maintain a good condition.

All sorts of static and bizarre whispers rushed into his mind; in his daze, Zhou Wang saw a clown in circus attire laughing and waving at him.

When Zhou Wang was nearly overwhelmed, his head pounding, his vision suddenly went white, and then all sounds ceased...

Ding!

[”Forgotten Time—Number 006” Loaded]

[Note 1: When rewinding, please keep the host in the role of an observer, maintaining emotional stability and not interfering with yourself.]

[Note 2: To facilitate the host’s understanding, the ”Chief’s Perspective” will be enabled during the rewind.]

With the prompt echoing in his mind, all of Zhou Wang’s discomfort ebbed away, and the surroundings turned tranquil.

Zhou Wang felt puzzled; he didn’t quite understand what ”interfering with yourself” meant.

The next moment, Zhou Wang opened his eyes.

He was still lying on the soft white bed, with a gentle wall light illuminating the cabin. It seemed that everything was unchanged from before.

So, was this device merely a product of solitude?

As Zhou Wang pondered, he suddenly noticed that he had sat up, abruptly... because he hadn’t made such a move.

It was as if ”someone” had their own thoughts.

Only then did Zhou Wang realize that the environment around him had significantly changed from before.

First, the cabin was more spacious; the bed behind him was no longer a single bed but a standard 1.8-meter-wide double bed. Secondly, the interior details were more luxurious; for instance, right beside the bed, there was a gold-plated clothes rack. Zhou Wang wasn’t sure if the texture was genuinely of gold, but it looked... like quite an expensive one.

In other words... he was still inside an aircraft cabin, but it was no longer the Gulfstream G450.

As Zhou Wang contemplated, ”he” moved.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the well-tailored, finely crafted suit jacket from the clothes rack, putting it on while walking to the full-length mirror behind the cabin door, adjusting his attire.

Zhou Wang saw ”himself.”

A handsome face, familiar features—it was his appearance, yet the demeanor was vastly different.

If he were to evaluate his own character, Zhou Wang always felt that he was an easygoing, lazy, carefree person who liked to joke around and play the rogue occasionally, or what you might call ”street smart.”

His nickname ”Cai University Chen Guanxi” was partly due to his looks, but his personality also played a role.

But the image in the mirror at this moment exuded aloofness in the brows and eyes, with a detached gaze, not turning away until his dress and hairstyle were meticulously arranged, then he turned to open the cabin door.

It was then Zhou Wang realized he was seeing himself, but also not quite himself.

Or rather, this was ”himself” with a different mindset.

They shared sensory experiences, but Zhou Wang was essentially merely an observer. He was unsure if he could intervene in ”this Zhou Wang’s” actions, but given the system’s prompts, Zhou Wang did not recklessly attempt.

It could likely trigger some uncontrollable accident.

”Mr. Zhou, you are awake.”

Just at the door of the aft cabin, when Zhou Wang appeared, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian girl, tall and dressed in professional business attire with black stockings, respectfully greeted him in fluent Chinese.

She wore gold-rimmed glasses on her prominent nose, with facial features that bore a resemblance to the celebrity ”Christiana Yeri.”

As Zhou Wang gazed at her, a stream of information suddenly surfaced in his mind.

”Caroline Dobrev, graduated from the University of Oxford in England, a brilliant financial graduate from a prestigious family, proficient in seven languages, outstanding abilities. She was your private secretary abroad, and during two years of working together, she was captivated by your personal charm, wholeheartedly loyal to you, to the point of blind adoration...”

As this information poured in, it was accompanied by memory fragments, as if they were scattered pieces.

On the streets of Europe where white doves fluttered, he extended a helping hand to a girl in distress...

On Wall Street in the Beautiful Country, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the illuminated night, a girl excitedly staring at a computer screen stood up, reporting something to him standing by the window...

In a conference on Korea Jeju Island, Zhou Wang sat at the head of the table, his face shrouded in shadow. The girl on stage, confident and arrogant, exuded a natural nobility like a queen as she issued directives...

These scenes were fragmented, dreamlike, with a sense of blurriness and unreality.

They felt like forcibly implanted memories in Zhou Wang’s mind, and when he came to, they seemed like personal experiences, but many details were unclear due to the passage of time.

So that’s what ”Chief’s Perspective” meant.

While Zhou Wang was in a daze, ”he” indifferently nodded to Caroline and walked forward.