The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

In Song Shuiqing's eyes, Chen An'an must be carefree now, able to buy whatever she wants.

But is this really the case?

Obviously not!

On the contrary, the two hundred million would only bring her more trouble than the two hundred thousand monthly allowance she used to have.

She has only been in Shenzhen for a little over a month, and it's a new environment with new classmates.

Unlike the refined atmosphere of Shanghai, children in Guangdong are noticeably more low-key.

But it's just a facade of modesty.

Like most of the twenty-odd classmates, most of them come from wealthy families.

The concept of being "quite wealthy" means having assets worth hundreds of millions.

Some parents are high-level managers, whose income may be quite high, earning around one or two million a year.

They send their children to these international primary schools frequented by the wealthy, perhaps hoping they can receive the best education.

I also got to know some wealthy people.

The parents' intentions were certainly good, but... will this outcome really be good?
Based on what Chen An'an knew about the two female classmates, their families were definitely not poor; their parents earned at least 500,000 to 600,000 yuan a year.

After they were sent here, they almost became withdrawn.

With their family's meager income, they were practically at the bottom of the class at the international school.

Parents set aside half of the family's expenses hoping their children would grow up to be among the wealthy.

However, the effect was the opposite.

In such an environment, instead of developing self-confidence, people start to feel inferior.

They might even resent their parents, thinking, "Why didn't you work harder to earn money? You've made such a big difference between me and my classmates!"

Chen An'an doesn't have this kind of trouble, because no matter where her father goes, she is always one of the best.

In short, the most handsome guy in the crowd.

In such an environment, she had already developed an innate self-confidence.

Not to mention that her father still spends so much time with her.

In just half a month since she arrived here, she has become the undisputed leader of the class.

He's just become much more low-key than before, and no longer drags his classmates to play the erhu in a silly way.

However, she also understood a principle.

No matter how much her parents give her, it's all money they've worked hard to earn.

Therefore, she should cherish and learn to use the resources at her disposal to make money from money.

Chen An'an organized a money-making conference in her class, specifically to discuss how to make money work for her.

If this happened in a regular elementary school, it would be a joke.

But in an international primary school, even though these people are only ten years old, they can still have a serious discussion.

Because they have been influenced by their parents since childhood, not to mention their academic performance, their knowledge and experience are definitely beyond what ordinary children can match.

The children in the class come from all walks of life; some parents work in finance, some are village chiefs in Guangdong, and others own their own companies.

If Chen An'an wants to learn how to make money, the best way is naturally to brainstorm ideas.

For example, a classmate suggested that if they brought water from the Alps and sold it for 100 yuan a barrel, they would definitely make a fortune.

Or another classmate suggested taking the little penguins from Antarctica to Africa for an exhibition.

They'll definitely make a fortune.

Looking at the two students whose eyes were sparkling with intelligence, Chen An'an really wanted to say, "If your dad hadn't designed a family fund for you earlier, you wouldn't have been so confused and let you start your own business."

You could probably squander all your savings from eight lifetimes.

That's not even the most outrageous thing. Another classmate suggested digging a well in the desert for 10,000 yuan a well, saying that if you don't buy one, you'll die of thirst.

One serving costs 10,000; selling 10,000 servings a day would amount to 100 million.

The more I talked, the more excited I became.

Give her a well, and she could take down the world's richest man.

Okay... you understand business.

Chen An'an silently drew a large black line behind this classmate.

She is prohibited from making any further proposals.

That's not even the most outrageous thing. What's even more outrageous is the idea of ​​going to Africa to produce Wenzhou leather shoes for Sapu.

Let Audrey ride on their homemade little motorbike to pull bananas.

Unbelievable! Half of the 25 students in the class are exceptionally talented. It's simply outrageous.

It seems that brainstorming isn't going to work. If we want to make money, we'll have to rely on the unparalleled wisdom of my eldest sister, An'an.

Actually, Chen An'an wanted to make money because she didn't want to let down her father who had raised her for so many years.

She just didn't want to disappoint him; if she really made money, she wouldn't have anywhere to spend it.

Now that her father has returned to Shanghai, leaving her and her sister here, Shen Youwei will pick her up in her Cullinan every time school ends.

Then there were two bodyguard vehicles.

My father isn't here, and neither are my mother, grandmother, or maternal grandmother.

She was still somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"Sister Youwei, do you have any friends in Shenzhen?"

"Yes, many of my fellow villagers work here."

"Shall we go see them together?"

"Go see them?"

Shen Youwei asked doubtfully, "Most of my fellow villagers work in factories. I heard from them that people commit suicide in the factories every month. An'an, you'd better not go!"

"Suicide? Why?"

"Perhaps it's because I'm living a life that's too repressive and I can't see any hope for the future!"

Shen Youwei said, "An'an, you may not understand the people in the factory. Their lives are a standard routine, repeating the same things every day. It's easy for them to suppress their emotions and develop depression."

"Actually, I know a little about it too."

Chen An'an said, "My dad took me to stay in an urban village for two months last year. Most of the people there work in factories. It was only after that that I started to stop messing around so much."

Alright... Shen Youwei hasn't contacted any of her fellow villagers since she came here, mainly because she's afraid of affecting her ability to take care of the two sisters.

Since An'an said she wanted to go this time, let's take her to see it.

A large portion of Shenzhen's population consists of migrant workers, and it is these people who have supported the city's robust growth.

But they often live at the very bottom of society, seeing little light and little hope in this city.

Shen Youwei contacted a classmate she had grown up with since childhood, who was attending a different university.

This female student came to Shenzhen to work in a factory with other villagers a long time ago.

She kept in touch frequently after she went to Hong Kong, but now that she's back in Shenzhen, she can't get in touch with them at all.

The reason is simple: as she walked, she ended up working as a young girl in a back alley, trying to make quick money.

Even if these people are rich when they return to their villages, they don't want their hometown people to know what they're doing.

So, he made up some excuse and started smoking to refuse.

As long as the villagers don't know what they're doing, perhaps there's still a last shred of sacredness left.

If they find out, then there's really no fig leaf left to cover up anything.

Helpless, Shen Youwei went to contact other people.

Their village is poor, and many people have no other way out but to go out to work.

Surprisingly, she actually managed to get in touch with someone.

This person had a crush on her when he was in junior high school, and now he seems to be working as a driver here.

He even brought out his boss's luxury car just to see Shen Youwei.

I also bought a suit and tied a black tie. I lingered in front of the flower shop for a long time, hesitating whether or not to buy a flower.

I mustered up the courage and bought it anyway.

But when he saw Shen Youwei, she was as beautiful as ever, yet he could no longer muster the courage to say "I like you."

Perhaps this is the helplessness of reality!
Zhang Yong tried to extend his uneasy hand, but after thinking about it, he withdrew it.

"Youwei...how could you bear to call me?"

"I couldn't get in touch with Linghua, so I thought I'd ask if you knew where she is?"

Linghua... is from the same village as them.

Zhang Yong was incredibly embarrassed when he met her; one was a client, and the other was a prostitute.

Then they turned out to be old classmates who hadn't seen each other for many years, and they were from the same village.

Zhang Yong saw panic in Linghua's eyes.

Linghua saw the awkwardness in his eyes, and in the end they smiled at each other and knew they would never see each other again.

(End of this chapter)