The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

How much money does Chen Pingsheng actually have?

Even his wife, Michelle Song, probably can't explain it clearly. Giving away 1 billion yuan as bonuses to employees isn't without its benefits.

Instead, ten points were added to the luck value.

At ten o'clock, it started to scatter freely again, falling on his wife and daughter.

Luck is an ethereal thing; even he himself doesn't know what it's specifically used for.

All I know is that after my luck value increased, I found a hundred-yuan bill on the ground when I went out in the morning.

I wonder who dropped it here. Should I pick it up or not?

After picking it up, do I have to hand it over to Uncle Hat?

If this is all the luck I get after spending a billion, then that's just awful.

It seems that's not enough.

In Chen Pingsheng's mind, the greatest benefit of luck value is that it helps his family avoid accidents.

Everything else is not that important.

Because it was still during the Spring Festival, many places in Shanghai had hung up red couplets.

Even their front door was decorated with two festive red lanterns.

After the annual meeting, the family happily prepared for the Lantern Festival.

Erpiya was the first to ask for a gift, and Chen Pingsheng generously handed her the hundred yuan he had found that morning.

The second daughter's eyes widened. "Dad, this is a New Year's red envelope. You're giving me a hundred yuan?"

"Is it not okay? If not, give it back to me."

Erpiya snorted, wrinkled her cute little nose, and stuffed the hundred yuan back into her pocket without hesitation.

"Dad, my sister is already a big CEO with her own company. I want to be a little CEO too."

"Sure, I'll give you 100 million and have your mom buy you a small headquarters on the Bund. You can go if you want."

Erpiya looked at her father in disbelief; it was too simple for her to believe.

Don't let her age fool you; she's only five years old, but she's incredibly smart.

The title of genius is not given lightly.

Er Yatou said seriously, "Dad, I'm serious. Can you be a little more serious too?"

"I'm serious. You can be a mini-CEO if you want, but I have one condition."

Chen Pingsheng tapped the table. His little brat had reached the age where everyone hated her.

She'd run up and kick any dog ​​she saw on the street.

Hu Qilin would cry whenever he saw her.

When the other children saw her coming with her hands behind her back, they all scattered immediately.

It's clear just how annoying a five-year-old girl can be.

Erpiya knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"Dad, you tell me, there's no condition that I, Ercong, can't accept."

Chen Pingsheng said, "I don't care what you do as a junior CEO, but you must come with me to work in the factory for two months this summer."

The second daughter is fine in every other way, but the most troublesome thing is that she has been too rich since birth.

They show absolutely no mercy to ordinary people.

Forget about sympathy; as long as they don't bully you, that's good enough.

This is very different from her sister.

Chen An'an had at least lived in a rented room for four or five years, but even though she had been to the mountainous areas, she couldn't feel any sympathy for the people there.

I just instinctively dislike life in the mountains.

Many second-generation rich kids have this common problem, and no matter how smart they are or how well they attend a foreign university, they are not immune to it.

After returning to inherit the family business, the first thing they often do is to carry out sweeping corporate reforms.

They tried to immediately overturn their parents' successful experience.

Then, using what she considered to be the most advanced methods, she completely led the company into the abyss.

Chen Pingsheng believes that anyone who is out of touch with reality and does not understand the living conditions of different social classes, no matter how smart they are, is just building castles in the air.

Because they simply don't understand what ordinary people think about every day.

He wanted to become a big shot in this land using only his own set of business logic.

This is exactly like a fool's dream. Wang Yanfeng, whom he knew, was a typical example of this.

They can spout a ton of grand theories mixed with English, but when it comes to putting them into practice, they're nothing.

He certainly didn't want his little girl to grow up to be like him.

To be honest, Erpiya's education has always been a major headache for him.

She is clearly more difficult to teach than her older sister, Chen An'an.

“Okay.” Erpiya quickly agreed. It’s just going to the factory, it’s not like she hasn’t been there before.

She should become a mini-CEO first, just like her sister.

Chen Pingsheng was still very fair; he bought a five-story Republican-era building on the Bund for Chen An'an to serve as the headquarters of the Anle Foundation.

I'll definitely buy a similar-sized apartment for Erpiya on the Bund.

He had no idea what Er Yatou was trying to do with this headquarters, so he just let her do as she pleased.

At the group's annual meeting, he spent 1 billion yuan, and still had more than 9 billion yuan left in his pocket.

Buying a property on the Bund is an investment that won't lose money even if it doesn't make a profit.

However, housing prices have continued to rise sharply this year, which has deterred many people who were previously hesitant.

One after another, people are jumping into it through high mortgages.

Many people have even shouted the slogan that housing prices will never fall.

He didn't know where this information came from.

Anyway, whether it's the Bund community, various homeowner groups, or real estate speculators, they're all spreading this kind of information.

Many people believe it after hearing it for a while, and many others empty their wallets (which could have been used by three generations of people) to buy it.

Chen Pingsheng has his own judgment and cannot be influenced by others.

The Bund building now starts at over one billion yuan.

Unable to find a five-story building, they found a six-story one, priced at a staggering 1.6 billion.

This price is outrageous.

The price of apartments in this area is almost 200,000 yuan per square meter, and it's still skyrocketing towards 300,000 yuan or more.

Even many relatives say that he sold his previous houses too early.

If we had sold it two years later, we probably would have made billions more.

Chen Pingsheng chuckled and didn't bother to reply.

After he bought the building for Er Yatou, he asked her what she wanted to do with it. Er Yatou replied that she didn't know what she wanted to do with it.

She just wants to be a mini-CEO, but she doesn't even know what a CEO does.

Fine... I'll skip hitting you since you're only five.

Erpiya was very happy, as her building was even taller than her sister's.

She finally managed to outdo her sister.

Chen Pingsheng took her home and let her think about what kind of CEO she wanted to be.

His wife, Michelle Song, also returned with her mistress, Chen Lu.

This mistress is so unlike her two older sisters; she's almost too honest.

I was originally planning to raise him frugally, but it turns out his personality is just not right.

The only option was to change the plan, even if it meant taking him to a villa in Hong Kong or a villa in Shanghai.

Chen Lu, the mistress, is still somewhat timid and afraid of trouble.

Chen Pingsheng told his wife not to worry, that the child was not even two years old yet, what was there to rush?

Besides, there's nothing wrong with being honest.

Chen Lu, the third child, is the one in the family who least likes to cry or make a fuss.

Everyone would like it.

Song Yanxi didn't argue with him; she just felt that it wasn't good for boys to be too honest.

Especially those born into families like theirs.

They're all going to inherit billions when they grow up, so how can they be so honest?
She really thinks far ahead.

(End of this chapter)