The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Chapter 108 An'an Doesn't Eat Fish

Han Fei felt deeply insulted.

He never imagined that all his hard work in imparting business knowledge would be so rewarding.

And yet, they were still subjected to merciless ridicule.

Once again, I'm struck by how many people in this world don't understand him.

Very few people truly understand him.

He wanted to start his own business; he wanted to prove himself to the world.

Those of you who look down on me, one day... Don't underestimate the poor middle-aged.

He snorted.

Han Fei left with his aunt Liu Xiu'ai, and as for his girlfriend Lin Jia, he didn't care.

Let him surpass Tencent in two years, Alibaba in three years, and then dethrone Bill Gates from the title of the world's richest man in five years.

Those who mock me now only deserve to crane their necks and look up at me.

Han Fei drives an entry-level Mercedes-Benz. When he got home, he said, "Mom, I want to start my own business."

Although his aunt Liu Xiu'ai was proud of him, she always felt that starting a business was too risky. She advised him, "Son, why don't you find a job first, even if it's just starting out as a junior vice president?"

"Mom, don't even you believe me?"

Han Fei looked pained, and Liu Xiuai quickly offered a few words of comfort.

Han Fei continued, "In this day and age, only entrepreneurship can prove yourself. What's the point of a high income from working for someone else? Chen Pingsheng made a fortune by selling fruit, so why can't I?"

Liu Xiuai thought about it and agreed; her son was so smart, naturally no less capable than anyone else.

Starting a business is nothing to be afraid of; we must grit our teeth and support it.

"Son, what do you want to do?"

Shared bicycles.

Han Fei's words were bold, something Liu Xiu'ai had never even heard of before, which made her somewhat worried.

"Son, what are shared bikes?"

"It's something that anyone can ride."

Han Fei said impatiently, "Don't ask anymore. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Just sell two of the houses in the family."

"I'm afraid that won't work. This is your dad's precious property. He won't allow anyone to covet his house."

"That old man is so ignorant. Prices in the Second Ring Road are almost 60,000 yuan per square meter. Where is there room for them to rise further? We should sell now while prices are high. If I succeed, it will be a hundred or a thousand times the return."

Aunt Liu Xiuai really wanted to ask, "What if you don't succeed?"

Han Fei had never even considered this question.

In his mind, his first entrepreneurial venture must be a fusion of heaven, earth, and humanity.

How could it possibly fail?

If he can gather together all those like-minded and intelligent people who were once willing to listen to him, then he will definitely be the chosen one.

It must be said that he was proud.

In Aunt Liu Xiu'ai's mind, her son deserved to be the richest man in the world.

Surpassing Teacher Ma is not a dream, let alone a mere Chen Pingsheng.

……

After those two left, the world went quiet.

Song Yanxi, supporting her pregnant belly, got up, wanting to take a walk in the backyard.

Chen Pingsheng helped her up, and Song Yanxi rolled her eyes at him, "My cousin has always been all talk and no action, always aiming too high. If you put him down like this today, who knows what he might do next."

"That has nothing to do with me."

Chen Pingsheng smiled and said, "His family owns several houses in Beijing. As long as he doesn't start his own business, he'll have a pretty good life."

"If he wants to start a business, I, his aunt, will definitely support him."

Song Yanxi thinks this is very likely.

Chen Pingsheng hesitated for a moment, then thought about the possibility. "Then his old man might be so angry that he'd die. And this man who's been a winner in life for decades might have to start a business on the street again in his old age, starting a business with a bowl in his hand."

"Sigh..." Song Yanxi sighed softly. Although she found her husband's words quite funny, and even plausible, she didn't laugh.

"If he doesn't start a business, he can live a comfortable life with those few houses. But if he really wants to make a fuss, no amount of houses would be enough for him to squander. Do you think our An'an will want to start a business when he grows up?"

Seeing other people's kids causing so much trouble is really quite heartbreaking.

But the one at home doesn't seem to be any easier either.

Chen Pingsheng snorted, "She can't possibly start a business. With her not-so-bright and clumsy appearance, she doesn't even have a normal eye when buying things. How could she possibly start a business?"

"Dad, who are you talking about?" Chen An'an quietly stood behind him. She was really unhappy to hear her father secretly slandering her as soon as she got back.

Whoever was eavesdropping on me, that's who I'm talking about.

"Dad, I was praised by the whole class by the teacher today."

Chen An'an's little face was full of pride as she placed her schoolbag, which was bigger than herself, in front of her.

Chen Pingsheng became interested. "What happened? Tell me quickly."

“One of my classmates said she hadn’t eaten durian in a long time, so I stood up and told the teacher that I would treat the whole class to durian and give one to each of them.”

Chen Pingsheng: "..."

That's it?

This is it?

That's how they get praised.

Do you know how much a durian costs?

"I know, it's only a hundred or two. There are over forty students in the class, and the total is less than a thousand yuan."

Chen An'an said very seriously, and Chen Pingsheng nodded, patting her little shoulder hard. The little rascal had grown a little taller.

“Not bad, you’re a great math and PE teacher. Tomorrow, Dad will give you a thousand yuan. Go find Uncle Zhang Tao and buy forty or so durians.”

"Chen An'an, as long as you don't start a business, you can live a happy life like this forever."

What does her dad mean?! She clearly didn't miscalculate.

She didn't know that there were more than two hundred students multiplied by forty-odd, so she figured it wouldn't exceed a thousand yuan.

To test her own idea, Chen An'an even went online to shop.

Those useless open-crotch pants, she bought forty of them.

Then the transaction price became over nine thousand.

Chen An'an wanted to place an order, but found that she didn't have enough money in her account and wouldn't have enough pocket money for the month.

The 200,000 is all gone; I'll have to wait until next month.

That's tomorrow, haha.

……

Song Yanxi wanted him to be patient in teaching, but Chen Pingsheng was being incredibly patient. This little brat must have inherited some kind of talent from someone else; he was terrifyingly gifted.

If she likes to spend money recklessly, let her spend it as she pleases. Two hundred thousand a month is enough for her to squander.

If things really don't work out in the future, then we'll have to do what Hong Kong does and set up a family trust.

You can receive two million from that every month, enough to last until your grandchildren's generation.

An'an is still young. If she's still like this after she turns eighteen, I'll definitely have to spend dozens of small goals to do this.

Anyway, you can't withdraw it for the rest of your life; you can only receive a fixed amount of several million in pocket money every month.

He's done a pretty good job as a father.

At most, give her one more zero, so she can receive 20 million every month.

Raising a not-so-bright and dim-witted daughter is truly a huge responsibility.

He touched his wife's big belly, thinking he'd have to be a little more clever with this second one.

In fact, as long as the children of the wealthy don't start their own businesses, they can live a pretty good life.

Chen Pingsheng suddenly realized this little truth.

I took my wife to sit on a bench in the yard.

Chen Pingsheng asked her, "Wife, what do you think about us buying a big courtyard house in the future?"

Why did you suddenly think of this?

He's bought so many houses, but he doesn't even own a courtyard house. The main reason is that he doesn't like houses outside the Third Ring Road, and he can't afford houses inside the Third Ring Road.

"I really want to stay there. After living in Beijing for so many years, if I can't experience a big courtyard house, I feel like I'm missing some of the authentic Beijing atmosphere."

“If you want to live there, just buy it. A slightly larger courtyard house in the Second Ring Road area costs fifty or sixty million yuan. Our family has invested so much this year, I’m afraid we don’t have the money to buy one.”

Chen Pingsheng shook his head, "A courtyard house worth fifty or sixty million is already quite ordinary. What's the point of living there? If you're going to buy one, you should at least buy one or two hundred million, and then spend tens of millions to renovate it, so that you can experience what it's like to be an ancient princess."

The prices of even the better courtyard houses have risen sharply.

There's no way to snag a bargain; you can only rely on small goals.

Fortunately, if he buys it this year, it seems likely to appreciate in value over the next few years.

With this matter on his mind, Chen Pingsheng decided that he must find a way to complete it before the end of the year.

(End of this chapter)