The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

in the afternoon.

His wife, Song Yanxi, is busy with the trial operation of Shuiyunjian after its opening.

Chen Pingsheng stayed home to take care of the child. Now that they've just moved to Shanghai, what's missing here?

It's probably just a vegetable garden.

The elderly woman, Peng Ying, had already picked up a hoe and started working, based on the size of this French-style villa.

If she develops even a small plot of land, she won't need to buy vegetables all year round.

The family, which was otherwise doing well, had their lives disrupted by a phone call from the old lady.

If we're talking about wealthy relatives, there is one: the old lady's younger sister.

She's also the person he'll call "Auntie".

My aunt was also the best-looking among Peng Ying's generation. In the 1990s, she went to Guangdong to work alone.

Later, I followed a small business owner and ended up in Shanghai.

It's been about twenty years since then. As far as I can remember, this aunt only came back once after Chen Pingsheng turned 18.

Back in 02, she rode in a Volkswagen Santana and dressed stylishly.

She never came back after that.

Later, Peng Ying traveled a long way to Shanghai to visit her, probably just to see how she was doing.

After all, she's my younger sister whom I raised since she was little; it would be a lie to say I don't care.

But from then on, she never mentioned her younger sister again.

She is also Chen Pingsheng's aunt.

He suddenly called today. If you said it was an accident, Chen Pingsheng definitely wouldn't believe it.

It's impossible for him to have any deep feelings for his aunt, whom he's never met since he grew up.

Even if we met, we probably wouldn't recognize each other.

After all, she hasn't been back for over twenty years; she's a typical example of someone who forgets about home after getting married.

The old woman didn't know what was going on either, and after talking to her, she remained silent for a long time.

“Your aunt used to work in a casino in Guangdong. She has known her current husband for decades and has two children with him, but they won’t even let me into their house.”

"What's going on now? They know you're rich now, and they want to come over and rekindle our sisterly relationship?"

This was something that was not convenient for outsiders to hear, so Chen Pingsheng asked the old lady in private.

“She couldn’t do anything about it. Her husband looked down on us poor relatives. When we first came back to the village, he was very disdainful. After a few relatives from our hometown went to see him, I don’t know what happened, but he never let us relatives visit again, and he wouldn’t allow your aunt to contact us.”

So many years have passed, it's impossible for the old lady not to miss her younger sister.

That's just how family relationships are; even the biggest conflicts can be resolved in old age.

"Then go see her. I have something to do this afternoon, so I won't go with you."

Chen Pingsheng has a lot of things to do, and the super factory will officially break ground in a few days.

There were many important figures attending the groundbreaking ceremony, and he simply didn't have time to go.

As for Chen An'an, she really had nothing to do with it, but she jumped out just to join in the fun.

The garage at home is unusually large, and there are many cars parked there.

His wife's favorite car now is still the Bentley Continental, which cost over four million yuan.

It had nothing to do with the price; she simply felt that the car perfectly suited her personality.

She owns five of the same Continental model in different colors.

Two convertibles and three hardtops; she can choose which color to drive depending entirely on her mood.

As for Chen Pingsheng himself, he has four of the same top-of-the-line Phantom TVs with starry sky ceilings.

Three cars of different colors, one of which is a convertible.

All the keys are hung on the door. The reason I only drive the Phantom now is that it's comfortable and prestigious.

The key is Rolls-Royce's balance and noise reduction system, which are indeed exceptionally well done.

He also bought three Ghost cars for Tengfei New Energy to disassemble and study.

The main focus is on studying some of its details.

No matter which top-tier city they go to, their family will never lack a car.

There are usually two cars left in the parking lot to gather dust. They are not driven normally, and are only occasionally moved when you go there.

With his youthful ambition and Bentley, love is bound to follow.

The old lady hadn't even gotten her own car yet, so she naturally drove her daughter-in-law's blue Bentley.

Chen An'an happily followed her around.

……

A residential community in Shanghai.

Peng Qing went to work in Guangdong with other villagers as early as the 1990s.

Working in an entertainment venue means working as a waiter or waitress.

Meeting my current husband was also an accident.

To outsiders, it must have just been good luck.

After all, in those days, to be able to marry from a small rural village to the big city of Shanghai, everyone would say she was lucky.

I still remember that my eldest sister, Peng Ying, visited her ten years ago. Her husband had spent a lot of money because her older sister was sick.

Fearing that Peng Ying might also be coming to borrow money, they decided to call her directly before she even came to their door.

Don't come again, we don't have any money.

Peng Ying, who had spent two days on the train, was so angry that she went home in a huff.

Peng Qing never contacted the people from her hometown again, mainly because she thought they were of very low quality.

She always made a mess after coming to the house, which her husband disliked, and he never saw her again.

Over the course of ten years, we almost forgot about this sisterly relationship.

They actually called.

It was quite unexpected, and I have no idea what her purpose was.

People used to be afraid that she had ulterior motives, but now she's afraid that others have ulterior motives.

If it were just a regular shortage of money, that would be fine; giving her several hundred thousand would be a piece of cake.

I'm afraid of those insatiable relatives who want more than they need.

It's as if her son is entitled to support their whole family now that he's rich.

Chen An'an is so young, sitting in a top-of-the-line European-style car wearing sunglasses, I wonder what she's thinking.

It took more than 20 minutes to drive there; this house is clearly not in the city center.

It's roughly equivalent to the Third Ring Road in Beijing, or even closer to the Fourth Ring Road.

In this day and age, everyone knows that the closer to the city center, the higher the property prices. If you want to save time commuting to work, you'll have to pay tens of thousands more per square meter.

The elderly woman, Peng Ying, parked her car in the underground garage and searched for a while before finally finding Building 12, Unit 3.

My younger sister, Peng Qing, is not young anymore, and she has two children at home.

My eldest daughter is 21 years old and just started university.

It's summer vacation now too, and I'm still staying home watching TV.

When relatives came, he didn't even move his head, just ate his food and watched Yang Mi's "Eternal Love".

As for the younger brother, he's fifteen years old and loves playing video games.

As soon as Chen An'an entered, seeing how impolite they were, she simply became impolite in return.

She treats others the way they treat her.

There's absolutely no intention of indulging others.

"Grandma, this house is so small. Even my toilet is bigger than this."

"Bumpkin."

Twenty-one-year-old Hu Lele was displeased upon hearing this and replied expressionlessly, "Do you think houses in Shanghai are the same as the mud houses in your rural hometown?"

Chen An'an jumped onto the sofa with a thud. "Ha... This is the first time in so many years that you've called me a country bumpkin. Grandma, let's go back. I don't like her at all."

Peng Ying snorted twice. Her manners were truly appalling. She should at least call her "Auntie".

Is it really appropriate to not even give a heads-up?

"Peng Qing, you've raised your daughter well!"

The old lady was also very angry with her younger sister.

Given her son's current situation, she no longer needs to be subservient to anyone.

A mother's status rises with her son's; that's how she is now.

"You guys are really funny."

Twenty-one-year-old Hu Lele stood up and said, "My mom is only being polite by inviting you all to dinner. No wonder my dad doesn't let poor relatives like you come over; it's really bad luck."

"You live in this tiny house and you dare to call my grandma a poor relative?"

Chen An'an immediately bristled. She was only nine years old and had always been the one leading a group of little kids in school.

Can she tolerate you?

That's really overthinking it.

“My dad’s random house is ten times bigger than yours. The TV series you watch was even funded by my dad. You have the nerve to say we’re poor with this piece of junk?”

Chen An'an kicked over the small trash can in front of her.

"Fine, you're finished."

Hu Lele pointed at her and sneered, "This trash can is from LV, and my dad specially brought it back from Hong Kong. You'd better prepare to pay for it."

"You brought a trash can from Hong Kong, and this limited edition LV bag, I've been throwing it around on the ground since I was a kid, but it's become a rare find in your house."

Chen An'an's chubby little face met hers directly.

I would never tolerate being mistreated, not even in my entire life.

My cousin Hu Lele said, "What are you pretending for? You even threw that limited edition LV bag on the ground. My dad already said that you're just poor, country bumpkins from the countryside, and I'll never let you into our house."

"If you don't like us, then I don't like you either."

Chen An'an was about to leave with her grandmother when Hu Lele stood up and stopped her, saying, "Don't go. You just kicked that LV trash can, and I want you to pay for it."

"Compensate?"

This made Chen An'an laugh in exasperation; the thing she feared least now was anything related to money.

Her father has the power to make her do this.

"Come on, let me show you what a country bumpkin is like."

Chen An'an grabbed a small cup and smashed it directly at the television, throwing whatever else she could find along the way.

"Bring over anything else of value you have, and see if I can afford to smash it."

"You brat, you're finished."

Hu Lele simply picked up the phone to call 110, intending to send this country bumpkin relative to the police station.

They will also lose their life savings.

"Lele, stop fooling around."

Peng Qing came over to stop her. After all, she was her own sister and granddaughter. How could she call the police?

The elderly woman, Peng Ying, thought that the woman had contacted her suddenly because she knew about her family's situation, but it turned out that wasn't the case.

It's simply because so many years have passed, and I want to show off a little in front of her.

"Peng Qing, I shouldn't have thought of coming to your house again."

"What do you mean? I kindly invited you over, and now you're blaming me for making such a mess of things?"

"It's not your fault, you just want us to pay you back, don't you?"

The old woman, Peng Ying, snorted, "My son lives in the Tan Palace. If you want money, bring your rude daughter with you."

"Tan Palace?"

Hu Lele grew up in Shanghai, and people like her look down on people from other places the most.

The superiority of people in Shanghai is definitely greater than that in Beijing.

Most people in Beijing are actually doing fine and keeping a low profile.

Shanghai is different. People there have looked down on people from other places since the Republican era, and they have a sense of superiority in their bones.

Hu Lele is a typical example: "Tan Palace is the number one luxury residence in Shanghai. Even if you country bumpkins work for two thousand years without eating or drinking, you still can't afford a house there."

"I bother."

Chen An'an snorted twice, "My family lives in a courtyard house in Nanluoguxiang in Beijing. Even if the Tang Palace is expensive, can it be more expensive than a courtyard house?"

"With your ignorant and narrow-minded view, you would only treat that broken trash can as a treasure."

“My dad said that the luxuries of rich people are superyachts, office buildings in the city center, and helicopters worth hundreds of millions. This is the first time I’ve ever seen someone treat a trash can like a treasure.”

"You've really broadened my horizons."

Chen An'an attended international schools in Beijing, where tuition fees start at 250,000 yuan per year.

Add in various extracurricular classes, and several hundred thousand yuan a year is considered average.

Only a fool would flaunt their family's trash can if they were classmates in a class like this.

It's even less likely that someone would carry a beat-up bag around and show it off.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone show off their trash can.

It can only be said that wealth limited her imagination.

(End of this chapter)