The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Time flies, and it's already late August.

Chen Lu, the mistress, held her first birthday banquet at the Peace Hotel.

A one-year-old baby can barely say a few nice words, and can call out "daddy" and "mommy" clearly.

In a few days, Chen An'an will be in the final grade of elementary school.

Erpiya is about to enter first grade. She has good grades, learns quickly, and doesn't feel much pressure wherever she goes.

Chen Pingsheng still enrolled her in an international primary school, and the five-year-old girl carried a big schoolbag.

It ran all over the yard.

Chen An'an then called over her good friends, Xiao Zi and Xiao Mi, who are also second-generation rich kids.

The three of them were the closest in the class, and Chen Pingsheng even knew their parents.

They hadn't gotten together during the summer vacation, and with school starting soon, Xiao Zi and Xiao Mi came to her house together.

Chen An'an took the two of them to her Anle Foundation, and Xiao Zi and Xiao Mi were extremely envious.

When I got home, I went to my parents and kept telling them that I wanted to set up a fund like that too.

After eating a small amount of food, one person immediately became obedient.

Although her family is wealthy, it's clear they're not wealthy enough to squander money recklessly.

Chen An'an herself also began to focus, and even asked her cousin Xiao Le, who was in high school, to tutor her at home.

Xiao Le has been having a lot of fun lately. In the past, because he wasn't a local of Shanghai, he was looked down upon by many classmates at school.

Now that her uncle gave her mother a Cullinan, she couldn't have felt more relieved.

My cousin An'an needs to review her lessons, so as her older cousin, it's only natural that I should take responsibility.

My eldest sister's two daughters have excellent grades, and they will definitely get into a top-tier university (985) in the future, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Unlike Chen An'an, who could only get into Harvard if she didn't work hard.

This may sound ironic, but it's also true.

After all, Harvard is a world-class university with a high global ranking, while Tsinghua and Peking Universities are far behind Harvard.

With An'an's grades, it will probably be difficult for her to get into Tsinghua or Peking University.

Harvard doesn't require an exam; you can get in by donating money.

"Cousin, what do you think about me not attending an international school for junior high?"

"Aren't international schools good? Why don't you go to one?"

"I want to make my dad proud with my grades," Chen An'an said earnestly.

Xiao Le couldn't understand her thoughts. Her uncle was well-regarded wherever he went, and besides, with her grades, there was no way she could possibly shine.

After playing around for two months, the second daughter still managed to get first place after starting school.

Chen An'an studied whenever she had free time during the summer vacation, which was how she managed to maintain a middle ranking in the class.

Learning clearly also requires a lot of talent.

"This is a bit difficult, isn't it?"

"It's only because it's difficult that we do it."

Chen An'an said, "My dad is so good to me. If I can't even do this much, then I'm a failure."

"Okay!" Xiao Le agreed with this point, but she didn't dare to say it directly.

"The most important thing in those public and private junior high schools is academic performance. If you go to those places, the pressure will be much greater."

Chen An'an thought about it and decided to suggest it to her father after she finished sixth grade.

I studied for several hours in the afternoon as well.

After stretching, she decided to go for a walk outside with her cousin.

As for Er Yatou, she was digging in the dirt with her butt sticking out, while a mobile phone was live-streaming next to her.

The magic of the internet is that everyone knows she's a princess from a wealthy family, and she never even shows her face during her live streams.

It's even less likely that they would try to curry favor with the older brothers and sisters who give them gifts.

Yet she receives nearly a million yuan in gifts and tips every time she goes live.

Those netizens just happen to love showering gifts on people who aren't short of money.

Isn't that strange?

Erpiya doesn't care about money at all; if someone gives her a tip, that's what she means by liking it.

She never thought of using this to make money, yet she could earn in a single day what an average person would earn in ten years.

To date, she has not withdrawn any cash from the gift revenue.

As always, if I need money, I ask my dad; if I want to buy something valuable, like a small hoe made of pure gold, I ask my mom.

"Er Ya, do you want to go out and play together?"

Her older sister called her, and the second girl thought for a moment and then answered. She was too lazy to change her clothes, and she was still all dirty.

"Sis, where are you going to have fun?"

"Let's go stroll around Nanjing Street."

"Oh... then I want to go too."

Nanjing Street in Shanghai is definitely among the top ten in China, not in terms of its level of luxury.

It refers to its prosperity.

To be able to open a shop in a place like this, one's family must have assets worth at least hundreds of millions.

It must be tens of millions.

……

Er Ya went shopping with her older sister.

The three of them rode in the driver's car again, and along the way, Xiao Le told Chen An'an about his high school life.

I won't talk about the first and second years of high school.

The pressure is still very high in the senior year of high school, and many parents choose to accompany their children during this period.

Those who have the means are fine, but those who don't are having a tough time.

Although most of Xiao Le's classmates are from Shanghai, there are also quite a few from other places.

Moreover, a huge number of girls start dating in high school.

However, they all basically separated again after the senior year of high school.

Nanjing Street was as dazzling and charming as ever, and the three of them strolled around with cups of milk tea in their hands.

Xiao Le was very enthusiastic in his introduction, and even mentioned that there was a pretty female teacher in the class.

Then he was particularly nice to a sports student in the class, which always felt like it went beyond a normal teacher-student relationship.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems unlikely, since that female teacher is already married.

Her husband also frequently drives his Mercedes to pick her up from school.

It can only be said that when a woman wants to develop a more free-spirited love, such love can transcend age.

Beyond ordinary ethical constraints.

As the three walked, they came across a woman wearing a baseball cap, leaning against a little boy.

And wasn't that boy her classmate?

As for that woman, Xiao Le would have thought that if he hadn't accidentally seen her teacher wearing a baseball cap that covered her face completely...

She probably wouldn't recognize her at all.

Xiao Le was acting openly and honestly, yet he felt a little guilty.

She quickly pulled Chen An'an and the others aside so that the teacher in the distance, who was in a free-love relationship, wouldn't see them.

Chen An'an asked her, "Cousin, what are you doing?"

Xiao Le shushed her, signaling her to be quiet.

“An’an, do you see that woman wearing the baseball cap? That’s my teacher.”

"What? She's your teacher?"

Chen An'an immediately followed her gaze and asked, "What about that tall guy next to her?"

"My classmate, who is also the sports student in our class."

"So fierce?"

Chen An'an thought to herself that the teacher was being unethical, and wondered if she should go over and expose her directly.

Because of her family's financial situation, Xiao Le always tries to avoid trouble first.

In other words, they don't cause trouble, and if trouble comes, they instinctively choose to avoid it.

She quickly pulled An'an and Erpiya around and walked to the other side, pretending she knew nothing about it.

What she didn't realize was that the woman in the baseball cap had also noticed her.

Then her eyes instinctively tensed up for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

She naturally recognized Xiao Le, but recognizing him was one thing.

At a time like this, it's definitely not possible to run over and shout, "Xiao Le, you're shopping too?"
After leaving, Xiao Le patted her chest, showing that she was still a senior high school girl after all.

Their development has reached a certain scale, but the youthful innocence on their faces hasn't faded yet.

At this moment, it seems the thief isn't the teacher.

She was just as nervous as anyone else.

(End of this chapter)