The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Song Yanxi has believed in fate since she was a child, and more than anything, she hopes to meet Chen Pingsheng again in her next life.

Even if it means losing all her life savings, she'd be willing to do it.

Song Yanxi herself has so much money that even her family's supercomputer couldn't calculate it all.

She had only one wish for the rest of her life: to pray that she could meet Chen Pingsheng again in her next life.

Even a simple glance back will surely be etched in her memory.

You can spot him at a glance in a crowd.

The next day, at the same familiar location, Chen Pingsheng no longer set up a stall to sell durians, but instead started telling fortunes.

As for Song Yanxi herself, she still sells genuine bags as fakes, the kind that sells for 500 yuan each without any bargaining.

Her business isn't very good; most people just come to look but don't actually buy anything.

Even within universities, there are distinct cliques; those who are local and wealthy rarely frequent these kinds of street vendor areas.

Chen Pingsheng doesn't understand metaphysics, but he's a shrewd and experienced man with a wealth of social knowledge and life experience.

Most people can tell a person's personality and what kind of troubles they might encounter in life just by hearing them speak or using a little body language.

That's more than enough. Anyway, very few fortune tellers have real skills. Those who do would have been invited as honored guests by wealthy or noble families long ago.

Why would anyone set up a stall in a place like this?

He was just looking for something to do; fortune telling wasn't a rare business, and it could be done in many scenic spots, including at the foot of mountains.

He charges fifty yuan per divination, and even college students will come to have their fortunes told just for fun, not to mention that he has gray hair and looks quite convincing.

The first customer was also a girl, and she was from out of town. What she wanted to know was simple: when would she be able to find a job?

She has visited many job fairs and submitted countless resumes online, but all of them have disappeared without a trace.

It's not that she didn't work hard enough, it's just that finding a good job is really too difficult these days.

Some positions are reserved for certain candidates; those who know, know.

Those good positions are extremely competitive, with countless graduates vying for them.

Her resume was just a minor detail among them.

"Master, do you think I can still stay in the capital?"

"Young lady, do you really want to stay in the capital?"

"Yes, Beijing is a vast and resource-rich city. I studied here for four years and have my best friends here. I love Beijing and I hope to stay here."

Chen Pingsheng did some calculations and said, "I have already asked the retired chairman of Tengying Group about your wish. Go to Tengying Group and let them arrange a good position for you. Remember, this is a secret and you must not tell anyone else."

"Ah~ Is it that simple?"

This young college graduate felt she had been cheated out of fifty yuan, but she had no proof.

Besides, Chen Pingsheng looked like an older man, and he only cheated her out of fifty yuan, so she couldn't really say anything.

When she left, she didn't report to Tencent Film Group at all. It wasn't until the next day that she received a reply from Tencent Film Group in her computer email, notifying her to report at any time.

It wasn't a job interview; I was hired directly.

Song Yanxi jokingly said, "Old man, didn't you hate employees who get in through connections the most? How come you're starting to do it yourself?"

"When you reach seventy, you can do whatever you want."

Chen Pingsheng said, "At my age, I'm already carefree. Besides, I'm completely retired. I'm just fulfilling the wishes of a few graduates. Who would say anything about that?"

"Too."

Song Yanxi was happy to have sold two bags today, and she even dragged Chen Pingsheng to a music bar to sing that night.

The two spent their days in this leisurely manner.

An'an had already received a message from her father that her mother had at most five years to live.

She was destined to die peacefully in five years. Before she passed away, Chen Pingsheng hoped that she could fulfill her last wish, which was to hold a great-grandson.

That is, the fourth-generation grandson.

The only one of his family members of legal age was Chen Jiye; Sun Sile took his father's surname. His children were not considered fourth-generation descendants of the Chen family, but only grandchildren.

Chen Jiye had no idea about his grandmother's situation, but An'an still swaggered into Shanghai University.

Her grand entrance was so impressive that almost everyone on the street knew that a truly important person had arrived.

An'an would never go against her father's wishes; she wanted to ensure her mother could live a life without any regrets.

Chen Jiye is still busy with his startup app, but with the addition of people from Jingyan Island, the project is progressing rapidly.

The internal testing phase is about to begin, and these things are just trivial matters to An'an.

The real important thing is to ensure that my mother can spend the remaining five years of her life without any regrets.

An'an came to school, and the whole school almost had to clear the area just for her.

Ignoring the stares of others, she went straight to Chen Jiye in the classroom and asked him, "Do you have a girl you like at school?"

"Mom, I'm only a freshman in college. Why did you suddenly come to the school to ask me this?"

"I'm just asking you, do you have it?"

"I don't know what true liking is, but there is one person I have feelings for."

"Who?"

"Si Ke".

"I see."

An'an said, "Let her live with you. You two should have a child soon. This is very important. Don't ask for the specific reasons. I will get Si Ke to agree."

Chen Jiye was completely bewildered; he had never confessed his feelings to Si Ke.

An'an really wanted to say, with their family background, do they even need to confess their feelings to girls?
Who would refuse someone they fancy?
Chen Jiye and Si Ke spent some time together, especially when they worked at the hotel. Si Ke's figure was an irresistible temptation for any boy just beginning to experience love.

Chen Jiye was no exception; he was just better able to control his desires.

Now that his mother has suddenly pulled this stunt, he doesn't know what to do.

An'an will naturally take care of the rest.

Families like theirs handle things very directly; they don't need to beat around the bush like most people.

She had her secretary invite Si Ke to her car. To be honest, Si Ke wasn't as pretty as the girl from the Xia family.

She just has a good figure and belongs to the pure and alluring type.

An'an didn't ask her son to marry her, but only asked her to have a child with Jiye, and told her to make any request she wanted.

Si Ke looked surprised. She liked Ji Ye somewhat, but she never thought she could be of a higher social standing than the Chen family of Shanghai.

I don't even dare to dream about it at night.

"Just having a child?"

“Yes…you and Jiye will stay outside for a while. Once you get pregnant, I will give you a bank card with 1 billion yuan and also give you a shopping mall in Shanghai.”

"Could you please tell me why this is?"

An'an answered truthfully, "Grandma Jiye doesn't have much time left. My father wants her to hold her great-grandson before she leaves, which is also her last wish."

Si Ke understood; wealthy families never act without reason.

If it weren't for this, she probably wouldn't have even caught his eye.

Didn't you notice that she never mentioned marrying Jiye as her wife?
Of course, the Chen family in Shanghai would not treat her unfairly.

Let's not even talk about a billion bank cards; a super shopping mall in Shanghai must be worth at least several billion, right?

This can be considered a step towards financial freedom for her.

Few girls could refuse such a condition, and Si Ke himself had a lot of ideas.

(End of this chapter)