The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Pingsheng arrived in Guangzhou in his private jet with Chang Fu and Yang Qian.

Since her divorce from Gao Hu, Xiao Chun has been living in the house he gave her, with her parents and two-year-old child.

Because the house was a gift from him, no one tried to collect the debts from Gao Hu, no matter how much money he owed.

Gao Hu has been missing for some time now, and Chang Fu doesn't know why Chen Pingsheng brought him to Guangzhou.

They even arrived at the neighborhood where Xiao Chun lived.

Her house has a four-bedroom, two-living-room layout. He bought it for 30 million yuan and gave it to Xiao Chun as a wedding gift.

The house is in the city center, which is also the most bustling area of ​​Guangzhou.

Not far from the bottom of the residential area is a street for late-night snacks. Well, it's not really a late-night snack street, but some small vendors have set up their stalls here, creating this lively scene.

When people in the neighborhood go for a walk in the evening, many of them pass by here, under the neon lights as night falls.

Around 8 p.m., the vendors would finally come out with their carts.

Among the crowd was a slightly weathered man wearing a baseball cap.

Perhaps no one would have guessed that he was once the president of a listed group.

That once-glorious person is now here, listlessly frying egg fried rice.

Perhaps the reason he chose this place was because, even after losing all his wealth, he still remembered that he had a child and a wife who once loved him living here.

They didn't cherish the time they had together.

When it's gone, it will inevitably be filled with endless regret.

It is clear that Gao Hu is not a qualified father; in fact, he is quite a failure.

His only wish now is not to make a comeback, because that's impossible for him now.

His only hope is to stay here so he can see his child growing up every now and then.

Xiao Chun, who lives in the crowd, takes her child out for a walk every day.

One reason is that I'm worried he'll get bored upstairs, and the other is that kids are naturally active.

He tends to cry if we don't bring him down.

Gao Hu was too ashamed to acknowledge her, and he didn't want Xiao Chun to see his current state of disgrace.

Chen Pingsheng and Chang Fu sat in the Rolls-Royce Phantom with the windows open, both watching the person holding a large wok and stirring fried rice with eggs.

Once upon a time, they were brothers who grew up together.

They fought and played together, and later went to Beijing together to start a business.

They are still respectable big bosses, while Gao Hu went from being the owner of several hot pot restaurants to the owner of fried rice.

If time could be turned back, Chen Pingsheng believed he would definitely not have created any university-based concubine selection groups within Tencent Film Studio.

Of course, he wouldn't always remain morally upright.

The hardest thing for people to change is their nature.

Chang Fu couldn't bear to look at him. "How did this guy get himself into this state?"

He already has billions in assets; as long as he doesn't squander his wealth, he's destined to live a very respectable life.

Gao Hu, who used to work at Tengying Group, was in a similar situation to him.

I never imagined that he would one day be selling fried rice on the street again.

Saying it's just a cruel twist of fate is an understatement.

"He can't even take high-speed trains or planes now, let alone be exposed to the public. What else can he do?"

Yang Qian was quite amazed. It was only because Xiao Chun didn't know that she was still with Gao Hu. If she had known, would she still be with Gao Hu?

If being together means sharing those debts, Xiao Chun is probably the one who will be hurt the most by him.

"I'm a little hungry, let's go downstairs and get some fried rice together!"

Chen Pingsheng opened the car door. Chang Fu hadn't expected him to go see Gao Hu, but he went right away. After several years apart, they met again, their brotherhood now weathered by time.

Gao Hu himself probably didn't expect to meet him under these circumstances.

The two didn't say anything. Chen Pingsheng found a small stool and sat down. People who come to eat in places like this are usually young people.

They were still the working class with little money; some brought their girlfriends, but most just ate something quickly and left.

When everyone eats from roadside stalls, who cares about food safety? As long as they can fill their stomachs, that's all that matters.

The three of them quickly filled a small table.

Chen Pingsheng said, "Boss, give me three bowls of egg fried rice."

"Okay, give me an extra egg." Chang Fu took a few pairs of disposable chopsticks and handed them to Yang Qian and Chen Pingsheng.

Gao Hu was almost in tears, but he didn't say anything. After he finished cooking the rice, Chang Fu grabbed his hand and made him sit down and have a couple of drinks.

Perhaps after this meeting, when we meet again, the children will have grown up.

This also means that we are on different paths from now on, and calling each other "brother" is a tribute to our younger selves.

It's another tribute to the brotherhood that drifted apart as time went by.

Gao Hu sat down, ordered some peanuts, three bottles of light beer, and a few pieces of fried rice.

They left while they were eating.

I didn't ask him how he is now, let alone whether he regrets it.
Everything is understood without words.

Gao Hu put his baseball cap back on and then took out a mask to wear.

A chubby little boy came over and asked him, "Uncle boss, why are you crying?"

"Mom said your fried rice is especially delicious, just like my dad's. Do you know my dad?"

Under the cover of night, Xiao Chun might have recognized him, but she didn't dare to acknowledge him at all.

He dared not tell his son that this was his incredibly powerful father.

Gao Hu couldn't believe it, and as he was cooking, tears fell into the rice balls.

The Rolls-Royce slowly drove away, and a couple of surprised exclamations came from the crowd.

Although the distance between a car and a person is only a few meters, the actual difference is like a chasm.

In the past, this gap might have been bridged through hard work, but now, the best outcome of hard work is to become a better employee for them.

Chen Pingsheng always stayed at Baiyun Villa when he was in Guangzhou. The house was very big, and he rarely came there.

The people who live here most often are nannies.

Sometimes they would bring their children over to stay for a few days, and Chen Pingsheng would generally not say anything as long as it wasn't excessive.

Only after he arrives will this place become quiet again.

When the sun rises again the next day, he will go to see his secretary, Zhang Wanyi.

Tengyou Media became the first listed company in the entire internet celebrity industry, and its influence is extremely astonishing.

Frankly speaking, if this happened to an ordinary person, they would probably be invited for tea and a chat every few days.

The influencer industry is still too chaotic, mainly because the people in this industry are really not very good.

Not all of them, but a large part.

Every day, internet celebrities create negative news, as if they are always making a fool of themselves wherever they go.

Even if Zhang Wanyi spent billions to acquire the former Tencent Entertainment Art Academy and provided daily training and strict management to those internet celebrities, it would be the same.

It's unclear when exactly, but the term "internet celebrity" has become undeniably derogatory.

Outsiders shake their heads when they mention it.

(End of this chapter)