The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 267 Young people these days do listen to advice
When Su Mingyu returned from making a phone call on the balcony, she found that there was another person in the living room.

A very beautiful girl.

Her skin was so white it practically glowed.

Her demeanor clearly indicates she's a pampered young lady, the perfect ideal woman for any guy.

Standing in front of her, not to mention Su Mingyu, even Liu Wenjing looked like a country bumpkin.

Seeing Su Mingyu walk in, the pretty girl stood up from the sofa and offered her hand.

Polite and elegant.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Nansun."

Su Mingyu had heard this name before on her way back to Suzhou, and she remembered it.

She's the girl who had dinner with Yang Muyi and Xiaohe.

You can tell from his accent that Jiang Nansun is a native of Shanghai.

Her undergraduate degree in architecture from Tongji University added another layer of prestige to her academic background.

Of course, what Su Mingyu secretly envied most was Jiang Nansun's background.

The young ladies of Shanghai are a whole social class above only daughters from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

During the handshake, Jiang Nansun couldn't help but take a few more glances at Su Mingyu.

After being discovered by Su Mingyu, Jiang Nansun shrugged and explained in a generous manner:
"I learned some things about you from Xiao He, and to be honest, I really admire you."

The tone was sincere.

Su Mingyu believed that Jiang Nansun was not just being polite, but she would rather not accept such admiration.

After returning the phone to Xu Sanduo, Su Mingyu told Yang Muye that she had already called Su Mingcheng.

Su Mingcheng is very likely to be able to persuade his mother, Zhao Meilan.

Faced with the choice between supporting her younger brother and supporting her son, Zhao Meilan would undoubtedly choose the latter without hesitation.

After all, the reason why Zhao Meilan helped her younger brother Zhao Dafu so much was because of the emotional blackmail from Su Mingyu's maternal grandmother.

My grandmother was willing to sacrifice Zhao Meilan's personal happiness so that her daughter could help her son.

Zhao Meilan's favoritism towards Su Mingcheng over the years is essentially following the same path her grandmother took.

The only failure was probably not being able to turn Su Mingyu into the next version of himself.

Jiang Nansun looked at Yang Muye with curious eyes.

Rather than wondering whether Su's parents would join forces to sue Zhao Dafu, she was more interested in what happened to the economics professor in Yang Muye's story.

In order to determine whether Yang Muye's story was true or not, this was the only way to verify it.

"You can hear the ending of the story, but you have to tell me first: between the economics professor and the mistress flight attendant, putting morality aside, who do you tend to support?"

“I don’t support anyone,” Jiang Nansun replied without hesitation.

"You must choose one; if there's no other option, then this one is not an option." Yang Muye pressed on relentlessly.

Jiang Nansun frowned and glared at Yang Muye with displeasure.

Given the young lady's arrogant and spoiled nature, she simply stopped playing.

Tell me if you want, or don't!
Yang Muye's gaze then turned to Xiao He.

Xiao He glanced at Jiang Nansun hesitantly, and before speaking, he also put on his own armor.

"If Britain didn't consider ethics, I would choose to support the economics professor."

"The reason is not only because I am a man, but more importantly because the mistress's behavior violated the principle of integrity."

"Since she accepted the economics professor's financial support, even if there were no feelings involved, she should still abide by the basic principles of contract."

After Xiaohe finished speaking, Yang Muye glanced at Su Mingyu and Liu Wenjing again.

Although the two women did not express their opinions, it was clear that they both supported Xiaohe's point of view.

This includes Jiang Nansun.

It's just that the young lady refuses to admit it.

Jiang Nansun glared at Yang Muye with displeasure.

"You've kept us in suspense, now you can tell us the answer, right?"

Yang Muye shrugged.

"After colluding with his ex-wife to reclaim two properties, the economics professor was still not satisfied and sued a company under the flight attendant's name for a sales contract dispute."

"He claimed that he bought an antique from the flight attendant's company, and that he had already paid for it, but the goods had not been delivered. He demanded that the flight attendant's company return the 900 million yuan purchase price."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nansun couldn't help but interrupt.

"900?"

"Does that sound familiar? That's right, that's the total price of the two properties that the economics professor gifted to the flight attendant."

Yang Muye smiled.

Jiang Nansun, Su Mingyu, and Liu Wenjing were still completely confused, but Xiao He was the first to react.

This is definitely no coincidence!
"So, learning some economics is very useful, especially for pretty girls like you."

Yang Muye's voice continued: "Of course, from a male perspective, punishing this kind of gold digger who doesn't respect contracts is very satisfying, especially considering this economics professor's freeloading behavior."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nansun finally realized what was happening.

So, from the very beginning, wool came from sheep?
The mistress, a flight attendant, was hoping to make a fortune off the economics professor, but he pulled a fast one.

He first registered a company under the name of a flight attendant.

Then they signed a sales contract with this company.

Finally, he took the sales contract, borrowed 900 million yuan from the bank, and bought two houses for his mistress, an air hostess.

In reality, there was no purchase of antiques, but the sales contract was genuine. Based on this, the court ruled that the mistress, the flight attendant, had to return 900 million yuan to the economics professor.

It's like the flight attendant, who was the mistress, not only let the economics professor have his way for three years, but also had to pay him a breakup fee of 900 million yuan.

As a wealthy young lady from Shanghai, while Su Mingyu and Liu Wenjing were still amazed by the economics professor's shrewd calculations, Jiang Nansun had already noticed the loopholes in the story.

Or rather, it's unreasonable.

The 900 million was borrowed from the bank, and it will definitely have to be repaid when it's due.

In essence, that economics professor just got two properties for free from his mistress.

At least one property must be given to his ex-wife as compensation.

The claim that she made an extra 900 million from the mistress, the flight attendant, is unfounded.

This is a true story from Yang Muye's previous life, but the ending took another turn.

The flight attendant, who was the mistress, eventually appealed and, on the grounds of unjust enrichment, forced the economics professor to return the 900 million yuan "breakup fee."

This reversal is merely bringing the story back to the point before Yang Muye kept the suspense.

While its rationality has increased, its warning significance has been greatly reduced.

As a man, Yang Muye certainly hoped that this reversal wouldn't have happened.

Gold diggers and scumbags.

Yang Muye is definitely on the side of the scumbag.

So they held on to it and that's how the story ended.

This move drew strong dissatisfaction from Jiang Nansun, who even deliberately reminded Su Mingyu and Liu Wenjing in retaliation.

It's not that I'm afraid of handsome scumbags, it's that I'm afraid of scumbags

From now on, I must keep my eyes wide open and see someone's true colors.

-

The headquarters building of New Dream in Zhongguancun, Beijing.

Although it was well past closing time, the office light for CEO Meng Xiaojun was still on.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a gentle knock on the glass door of the office.

Before Meng Xiaojun, who was working at his desk, could even look up, Wang Yang walked in first.

At first glance, Wang Yang noticed the folding table and three plastic stools next to the rest area.

This thing can be found everywhere at roadside food stalls, but it looks a bit out of place in a high-end CEO's office.

Of course, none of that is the point. The point is the pure copper charcoal hot pot on the folding table.

Wang Yang glanced at the plate placed next to him.

"Wow, it's all meat!" Meng Xiaojun looked up from behind his desk.

“Didn’t you used to love this the most? Every time we ate it, you said there wasn’t enough meat.”

Wang Yang turned his head:
"That's ancient history. I recently had a physical exam, and the doctor said I have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, and told me to eat more vegetables."

"Okay, then you can watch us eat later."

After finishing his sentence, Meng Xiaojun lowered his head again and continued with his work.

Wang Yang took a small dish and started preparing the dipping sauce while telling Meng Xiaojun to take a break, since it was already so late and he was still busy working.

"Work is never-ending, and life is only about 30,000 days long, so we should know how to enjoy life while we can."

Meng Xiaojun didn't even look up, and just snorted coldly.

"You keep saying you want to enjoy life while you can, but you got married before us. Now you regret it, don't you?"

Wang Yang immediately retorted: "What do I regret? The joy of family life is also joy. I have transcended low-level interests, and my life pursuits are on a completely different level from those of you who are not married, understand?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"What sophisticated interests are you pursuing now? Teach me!"

Cheng Dongqing walked in carrying two bottles of Red Star Erguotou.

Back in college, they all loved drinking this, and of course, it was the only drink they could afford.

Wang Yang's eyes lit up when he saw the wine in Cheng Dongqing's hand.

"So today's event is all about nostalgia?"

Cheng Dongqing walked over and placed the wine bottle next to the hot pot.

"I know you're tired of Moutai and XO, so I'll help you change things up."

At this moment, Meng Xiaojun also stood up from behind his desk.

"I'll provide the hot pot, Dongqing will provide the liquor, and you? You came empty-handed?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yang immediately became displeased.

"Isn't my presence enough? Fine, isn't today's theme nostalgia? Should I call both of your old flames over?"

Cheng Dongqing and Meng Xiaojun cursed in unison.

"roll!"

Wang Yang shrugged nonchalantly.

“I know, today is the day Xiaojun went abroad for the first time. We even went to the airport to see him off. At that time, I really thought the three of us would meet up in the United States. What a twist of fate!”

Slippery soap?

Playing tricks on people?

Meng Xiaojun looked at Cheng Dongqing with a strange expression. "During the time after I went abroad, were you two playing around like this?"

Cheng Dongqing went up and punched Meng Xiaojun in the chest.

"What are you thinking about!"

Meng Xiaojun pretended to be in pain, clutching his chest.

"Why did you hit me when Wang Yang said those things?"

While the two were joking around, Wang Yang walked behind Meng Xiaojun's desk, sat down, and directly opened Meng Xiaojun's Apple laptop.

Meng Xiaojun turned his head:
"What are you doing?"

Wang Yang stared intently at the computer screen.

"Didn't you complain that I came empty-handed? You've prepared hot pot, and Dongqing has prepared wine, so I'll just have to prepare a story for you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to look at his watch.

It was exactly seven o'clock.

After opening the movie playback page, Wang Yang looked up and explained while waiting for the video to load: "Back when we were studying at Peking University, nobody else knew who MJ was, but Xiaojun was already listening to MJ's songs. Before you went abroad, you gave Dongqing a dictionary and me an MJ cassette tape—"

Cheng Dongqing turned to look at Meng Xiaojun:

"I still keep that dictionary to this day."

Meng Xiaojun nodded and then looked at Wang Yang.

"My cassette tape—was taken away by my American ex-girlfriend when we broke up."

Depend on!
Meng Xiaojun replaced the middle finger with an eye roll.

Wang Yang argued, "They said we broke up, so it's definitely not what I wanted."

Cheng Dongqing didn't hold back at all and exposed Wang Yang's true colors.

"You didn't break up, you were dumped!"

Wang Yang raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, I was dumped, but I never expected her to take the cassette tape that Xiaojun gave me."

Meng Xiaojun pursed his lips: "Maybe they just want to keep it as a memento."

"NO!"

Wang Yang's gaze was resolute: "She just wants to get something for nothing from me!"

Meng Xiaojun and Cheng Dongqing exchanged a silent glance.

I don't know whether to call Wang Yang narcissistic or self-aware.

Meng Xiaojun waved his hand: "Forget it, it's just a cassette tape. Like MJ's songs, I haven't listened to them in a long time."

Wang Yang asked curiously, "Why didn't you listen?"

A hint of reminiscence appeared in Meng Xiaojun's eyes:

"I had just arrived in the United States when the MJ child molestation scandal broke out. Influenced by some news reports, I also began to boycott and stop listening to MJ's songs."

Wang Yang asked in confusion, "Hasn't MJ's scandal been cleared up already?"

Meng Xiaojun sighed: "Actually, you can't entirely blame those scandals. The main reason is that when I went to America, I found that it was completely different from what I had imagined. The gap was too big, and my dislike for MJ also affected my perception of him."

Cheng Dongqing interjected, "So you're not listening anymore?"

Just as Meng Xiaojun was about to shake his head, Wang Yang turned the laptop screen towards the two of them.

"Isn't today a nostalgia session? There's a short film that's officially going online tonight, supposedly about dreams, and the production team is even calling it a tribute to MJ. Isn't this perfect for the three of us to watch while we're having hot pot and drinks?"

Meng Xiaojun raised an eyebrow.

"You mean 'Old Boys'?"

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment.

"What, you're also watching this movie?"

Meng Xiaojun turned to look at Cheng Dongqing.

Cheng Dongqing guessed what Meng Xiaojun wanted to say and spoke first: "Wang Yang said that this movie was invested and produced by Yang Muye, right?"

Some time ago, Meng Xiaojun proposed to invest in an online tutoring software called "Zuoyebang" at a board meeting, and Cheng Dongqing did some research on it.

It was around that time that Yang Muyi came into Cheng Dongqing's sights.

Meng Xiaojun shrugged.

"That's exactly what I was going to tell you."

Just yesterday, Meng Xiaojun received a business plan in his email, the content of which was very similar to that of "Zuoyebang".

However, the other person's name is quite interesting.

It's called Yuanfudao.

Moreover, those three entrepreneurs were quite interesting. Meng Xiaojun checked one of them and found that he was actually from the same hometown as Yang Muye.

At his wedding, Wang Yang advised everyone not to start a business with their good friends.

Young people these days are very obedient to advice.

Instead of starting a business with close friends, they've started competing against each other.

After listening, Cheng Dongqing exchanged a glance with Wang Yang, who was standing next to him.

Based on their understanding of Meng Xiaojun, since he specifically brought this up, he must be optimistic about the Yuanfudao startup project.

But wouldn't this conflict with investing in Zuoyebang?

Meng Xiaojun shrugged:
"There's no conflict! We can invest in both companies and let them compete with each other. In the end, the big fish will eat the small fish, and the winner will take all!"

　I'm taking half a day off, so there will only be one update today. I'm very sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)