The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Chapter 135 Chen An'an Takes the Bus
Song Yanxi also came out to see the new car her husband bought for her.

A Rolls-Royce with a soft-top convertible, but without LaFerrari.

It's definitely easier to drive than the LaFerrari, and it's very comfortable to sit in.

The return rate is almost 100%.

She loves it.

He even test-drove it in front of his own house before inviting the whole family in for dinner.

Chen Pingsheng told her, "Tomorrow is National Day, and I plan to go and look at the courtyard houses within the Second Ring Road."

"Where has the money from Hua Qiangu arrived?"

"We've arrived," Chen Pingsheng said. "Our family has bought all kinds of houses except for a courtyard house."

"Those within the Second Ring Road now cost over 100 million, right?"

"It also depends on the location. The prices in Nanluoguxiang are the highest, basically over 100 million yuan."

The price of courtyard houses is still rising. In 2014, the price of houses in the Second Ring Road area was already around 70,000 yuan per square meter.

You can buy a courtyard house to live in yourself, or it can be an asset that appreciates in value.

Chen Pingsheng plans to buy a slightly larger apartment, at least 400 square meters or more.

Ideally, it should be a large courtyard with four entrances and four exits.

Chen An'an was so excited that she wanted to go with them, but Chen Pingsheng had to take her with him.

Hey kid, this time I'll show you what it means to reminisce about those glorious days.

Chen Pingsheng laughed out loud.

Song Yanxi also told him about the fact that nine Shuiyunjian stores opened on the same day. Now, her family has 14 Shuiyunjian stores in Beijing.

She previously spent 100 million to buy equipment from abroad.

If we want to invest in Kaishui Yunjian again, we probably have to wait until December.

Chen Pingsheng felt it was unnecessary: ​​"I can still give you 100 million first. If this 100 million is spent, Shuiyunjian in the capital can no longer open."

If we add the 100 million yuan they just invested in Kaishui Yunjian in Beijing...

It has already reached nearly 300 million.

In addition to the money spent on purchasing imported equipment for the academy, approximately 500 million yuan was invested in high-end beauty in just one and a half years.

Even Jiang Peiyao only found out today that Shuiyunjian's total investment was much higher than Tengying's.

It's far beyond what that side can compare to.

After this sum was transferred, Chen Pingsheng would only have about 3.5 million yuan left.

That's more than enough for him to choose a house.

The remaining funds after buying the house will be put into Tengying as an investment.

Investing in movies is much more complex than investing in TV series, involving many different aspects.

Distribution, screening, promotion, etc.

It's fair to say that almost any major film is produced through the joint investment of several companies.

Only in this way can the film be released smoothly and a decent number of screenings be secured.

Of the many movies produced each year, only a small fraction actually make money.

He felt that an annual investment of one to two hundred million yuan in films was more than enough.

Better to have none than something bad; only invest in the most profitable ones.

It seems that investing in ordinary projects is not as profitable as buying a house.

At least the houses they hoarded in Beijing last year are now worth around 3 million yuan.

It only cost 1.3 million to buy it back.

In just over a year, it has more than doubled.

Song Yanxi herself also really likes buying houses, and she originally wanted to go with her to look at some properties.

Chen Pingsheng told her it wasn't necessary. She wouldn't buy anything on the first day she went, and besides, he would definitely tell her first even after he had made his selection.

The courtyard house was destined to be the most expensive house their family had ever bought in Beijing.

Before making payment, I'll definitely have my wife visit the place.

Jiang Pei and Yao Guoqing are not planning to go back to their hometown during the holiday, so they will stay with them for the time being.

Bai Xin and Jiang Yilei had already bought their tickets home, and it wasn't very interesting for her to be alone in the dorm.

The next day was the first day of National Day.

Many tourists from other parts of the country have come to Beijing, but they are generally concentrated within the Second Ring Road.

There aren't many people living near the Fourth Ring Road in this area of ​​the Fifth Ring Road.

Most of the holidays were spent traveling.

Chen An'an got up very early because she knew her dad was going to look at courtyard houses in the Second Ring Road today, and she even bragged about it.

In short, it's chubby.

She also had a Leica camera that she bought herself hanging around her neck; it was a bit big, but luckily she wasn't thin.

The Leica, priced at 11 yuan, was hanging around her neck, making it look like a large toy.

This can be considered her innate talent; everything looks like cheap junk when it comes to her.

Take these ripped pants, for example. If you don't look closely, they really do look like something a beggar would wear.

A new designer item costs over nine thousand yuan.

According to Big Paw herself, she was just following the trend.

In Chen Pingsheng's words, it was a truly appalling sight.

"Dad, which car are we driving today?"

Holding hands, with Jiang Peiyao by their side, who was responsible for keeping an eye on Chen An'an.

"Which car do you want to ride in?" Chen Pingsheng smiled mysteriously, but something felt off.

Chen An'an tilted her head and thought for a moment: "The Rolls-Royce we just bought yesterday is fine. The weather is so nice, let's drive it and go on a trip."

"Forget it, the Rolls-Royce isn't big enough for you. Let's go, your dad has carefully found a bigger car for you."

Chen An'an's eyes lit up, and she had already started daydreaming. That's how she is at her age; her imagination is incredibly rich.

All I do is daydream and think about things other than important matters.

Two adults and one child walked out.

Fifteen minutes later, Chen An'an was completely dumbfounded.

There were quite a few people on the bus.

Chen An'an looked at her father with a puzzled expression: "Dad, is this the big truck you were talking about?"

"Yeah, isn't the bus big enough?"

Chen Pingsheng gripped the safety railing and chuckled.

With a sudden stop, Chen An'an lurched forward, now she was genuinely unhappy.

"Dad, even if we don't drive those two new Rolls-Royces we bought, we can ride in your Maybach. There's really no need for us to take the bus, is there?"

There were quite a few people in the car, and her voice wasn't quiet either.

Almost everyone nearby turned to look at her, and sighed in admiration.

Kids these days...

That's really...

He was riding a two-yuan bus, yet he still thought his family were billionaires.

He can just casually mention Rolls-Royce; if he had that kind of means, why would he need to take the bus?

Chen Pingsheng ignored her and continued to hold onto his safety railing: "What, you're already not used to it? Weren't you thinking of showing off to your classmates when you went to school yesterday?"

"Dad, I'm not pretending anymore, okay?"

Chen An'an just wanted to get off the crowded bus as soon as possible: "I don't want to ride in Mom's convertible Rolls-Royce anymore. I can ride in your Mercedes Black King Kong. Your car is a bit ugly, but some of my classmates can still recognize it."

Chen Pingsheng chuckled: "Now that you're taking the bus, you're thinking about how great Black King Kong was. Chen An'an, you're so shallow!"

"Superficial is superficial..." Chen An'an was almost crying with anger: "Dad, call Mom and ask her to pick me up in a LaFerrari. I never want to go with you to buy a courtyard house again. If a LaFerrari isn't enough, I can ride in an F12. Please, let's go downstairs."

Jiang Peiyao was so embarrassed that everyone in the car fell silent.

All I heard was Chen An'an spouting nonsense, but the key point is that only she knew that An'an was really not exaggerating.

Her family has this many cars.

"Girl, your little one must have drunk two jin of fake liquor before going out, otherwise he wouldn't be having such a dream in broad daylight."

"What's wrong with a young girl fantasizing about her family having hundreds of millions in assets? Go on, young lady, I love listening to your serious nonsense."

"Haha, look, her face is all red."

Chen An'an felt like an oddity among the crowd, and she was furious. It was all because of her unreliable father.

"Hmph, if you don't believe me, fine. My family does own several Ferraris."

"Haha, look at her, she's so good at bragging that she almost believes it herself."

A kind old man patted Chen Pingsheng on the shoulder: "Young man, how long has your daughter been like this? In my opinion, she has developed delusional disorder. To have such a disease at such a young age, she must have suffered a lot since childhood."

Chen An'an: "..."

“I have no illusions. Don’t look down on me. My dad is very rich.”

"If you have money, why would you take the bus?"

A group of people started talking about it again.

Chen Pingsheng ignored his brat, which infuriated Chen An'an.

After humming twice, he simply shut up.

They stop at one station after another, and many people get off while many others get on.

"Dad, how much longer until we get off the bus?"

"No rush, there's still a little over an hour."

"So slow?" She was going to spend several hours on this beat-up car during her precious holiday.

Chen An'an spoke her mind: "Dad, it's all your fault. If you had just driven some sports car from home, we might have already bought a courtyard house."

Tsk tsk... Look at that tone.

Before Chen Pingsheng could even speak, she immediately mentioned a sports car, successfully attracting everyone's attention once again.

Chen Pingsheng reminded her: "No pain, no gain."

"I don't want to suffer, I want to eat candy."

The little guy was furious. He had originally planned to go to the Second Ring Road for lunch and have three bowls of rice, but now he had no appetite at all.

"Dad, why don't you have Uncle Changfu pick us up? If that's not possible, Teacher Bai Xin would also be fine. Didn't you give her a Panamera?"

"Your teacher, Mr. Bai, went back a long time ago."

"Dad, your company has so many people. Send them a message and tell them I don't need to drive a LaFerrari anymore. I can get a small Bentley instead."

Chen An'an snorted twice: "I never want to ride in a big car again."

People in the crowd were already filming short videos; this girl is so interesting.

She kept fantasizing that her father was a billionaire.

How many idol dramas must one watch to come up with such a idiotic plot?

"Young lady, are you going to the Second Ring Road?"

A young woman in her mid-twenties came over to greet me. She was very friendly and was wearing the standard real estate agent uniform.

A white shirt, a pencil skirt, black stockings, and a pair of small leather shoes.

"Yes."

Finally, someone stopped seeing her as a weirdo.

Chen An'an was happy to chat with people casually.

"Young lady, may I ask what you're doing on the Second Ring Road?"

"Buy a courtyard house."

A courtyard house, and it's still within the Second Ring Road.
The people on the bus unconsciously shook their heads.

"This little girl has a really rich imagination."

"A simple courtyard house over there must cost tens of millions!"

"With tens of millions, you probably wouldn't even be able to get into a traditional courtyard house."

Ignoring the sarcasm and ridicule from others, Shen Jiayi squatted down next to her and said, "Little girl, I sell houses. If you're looking for a house, I can introduce you to some."

"Shen Jiayi, what are you doing?"

Yang Wei, who was traveling with Shen Jiayi, felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Can't you see this girl is quite ill? Asking her to do sales is just a waste of breath."

"You're the one who's sick, your whole family is sick."

Chen An'an, unable to bear it any longer, started cursing. The man was a few years older than Shen Jiayi.

The two worked at a real estate agency, and Shen Jiayi was a college graduate from a prestigious 985 university.

To be honest, these days the income of a real estate agent in Beijing is really not low.

Shen Jiayi had only graduated half a year ago.

He started selling houses because he couldn't find a job, but unfortunately, his sales skills were just so-so, and he didn't make a single sale for several months.

"Sister, do you have any houses to recommend? My dad lives here, can you introduce some to him?"

Shen Jiayi paused for a moment, then took out some real estate documents from her shoulder bag.

Chen An'an glanced over and said with a crooked mouth, "Sister, there's no need to introduce houses like this. My family has several large houses of five or six hundred square meters in the Second Ring Road, and we've never lived in them even once."

"Show my dad the most expensive one."

The knife pulled on the buttocks and opened the cow's eye.

The little girl's tone showed she never disappointed them.

A bus definitely couldn't fit her, unless she had drunk several kilograms of fake liquor before going out.

They shouldn't be this drunk.

A group of people watched the show.

Shen Jiayi was stunned for two seconds before Jiang Peiyao reminded her to do as the girl said.

They might actually land a big order.

Shen Jiayi picked and chose, finally selecting the most hidden courtyard house picture from her bag.

"This is the best. It's a large courtyard house with four courtyards in Nanluoguxiang. The owner wants to go abroad, so the asking price is 1.98 million yuan, not a penny less, and it has to be paid in full."

Chen An'an took it and frowned slightly: "Why isn't it new at all?"

"An authentic courtyard house, 780 square meters."

Shen Jiayi said, "If we were to buy this place and have people living in it, I estimate it would cost at least tens of millions to renovate."

She still wanted to recommend something more practical.

A courtyard house priced at 1.98 million yuan is being sold on a bus, and full payment is required.

If this were told to others, no normal person would believe it.

Chen An'an took the document from her and handed it to her father: "Dad, this house is pretty good, less than 200 million is quite cheap."

Chen Pingsheng: "..."

What gave this brat the courage to say that less than 200 million is quite cheap?

Do you know what a hundred million is?

Chen An'an: "I don't know."

"Then why did you say it was cheap?"

"I have no idea, it's not just cheap."

Chen An'an answered very seriously, which made Chen Pingsheng quite angry. However, he still took a good look and found the best courtyard house location in Nanluoguxiang.

It is also the most expensive.

A transaction price of 200 million for 780 square meters is roughly 250,000 yuan per square meter.

The house is a nice house, but it has never been repaired. The owner must be living off his ancestors' legacy.

They were most likely former impoverished nobles.

This kind of house cannot be described as simply decorated; it would be better to restore it to the best possible courtyard house style.

The renovation costs will likely be no less than 50 million.

"Take us to see it later."

"Tsk... So it's not just his daughter who's sick, her parents are also delusional."

"Haha, they dare to look at houses worth 200 million, and what's more, someone even dares to try to sell them to them. It's hilarious."

Chen Pingsheng glanced at him indifferently, too lazy to say anything.

After getting off the car, they went to see the penthouse apartment under Shen Jiayi's guidance.

As for that colleague Yang Wei, he left long ago.

How could he possibly stay on something so unreliable?

Wouldn't that be like being taken for a fool for no reason?
(End of this chapter)