A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

If you go to bed early, you'll wake up early.

When Li Mu opened his eyes at around 4 a.m., he looked at the pitch-black sky outside, thought for a moment, and then got dressed and went downstairs.

The early morning in a foreign land couldn't dampen his curiosity, making him eager to go out for a stroll.

But... how should I put it?

After wandering around the hotel for a while, he found that the place seemed no different from that in China.

Of course, this is a rather idealistic view. The area is filled with tall buildings, and all sorts of skyscrapers, near and far, look quite impressive. The reason it feels similar to places in China is mainly due to the spacious, empty streets.

At this crucial moment, just before 4 or 5 a.m., there were hardly any people on the streets, just asphalt roads, cars parked on the side of the road, trash cans, and traffic lights...

There really isn't much difference.

And there's no Rocky on the street... Oh right, Rocky is in Philadelphia, isn't he?

With vague ideas in his mind, he took a few photos of things that interested him, and after receiving a "memory card full" message, he returned directly to the hotel.

He didn't bring his computer this time, but he bought several extra memory cards, so he wasn't worried about running out.

After resting in his room for a while, he went directly to the restaurant around 6 p.m.

Breakfast in the US was also buffet style, not much different from the hotels he had stayed in in China, except for the food... When he arrived, there were several other wealthy people in the restaurant who had come with him, one of whom was Wang Hai, the owner of the furniture factory.

Upon seeing Li Mu, he smiled and waved, indicating that they should eat together.

After Li Mu sat down, everyone started chatting:

"Xiao Li, what are your plans for today?"

"Weren't they arranging a real estate investment today?"

"Yes, are you planning to go?"

"Brother Wang, aren't you going?"

"I'm not planning to buy a house. I mainly came here to check out the home furnishing market. It would be even better if we could connect. My friend is picking me up in a bit. I plan to go to the Statue of Liberty area first, and then do some more shopping."

As Wang Hai spoke, he picked up a cup of coffee:

"New York is huge; you can't see it all in one day."

Li Mu's mind raced.

He wasn't particularly interested in the local real estate, but the trip arranged by Guangfa Bank mainly focused on investment opportunities in the local property market. The reason was simple: owning property in New York would make the immigration process much easier.

To be honest, Li Mu hadn't considered immigration. The investment plan his wheelchair-bound friend had devised for him was to remain in China for the next ten years, and he hadn't even fully grasped the possibilities there yet. Coupled with his difficulty communicating in English, he couldn't imagine how he would live here if he immigrated. Therefore, he genuinely had no interest in investing in that area.

So he said:

"Brother Wang, if you don't mind, I'd like to come with you? I'm not really interested in real estate investment; I just came here to have some fun."

"Haha, that's a good idea. Let's keep each other company. My friend immigrated here last year and knows the area pretty well. Let him show us around."

"OK."

Li Mu readily agreed.

So, less than half an hour after Li Mu returned to his room after breakfast, there was a knock on the door:

"Xiao Li, let's go, my friend is here."

"Okay, Brother Wang."

Li Mu pulled out the room card and followed him out.

In the elevator, he asked:

"Brother Wang, what's your friend's name?"

"Well, you can just call him Brother Wei. His name is Chu Jiwei. He works in stocks, Yahoo, you know?"

"Know."

"Yeah, in the first two years, we made a fortune trading internet stocks like Yahoo, and our whole family immigrated here."

"Uh... I don't know much about stocks."

"I don't understand either."

As Wang Hai spoke, a look of regret suddenly appeared on his face:

"It's because I didn't understand. He asked me to buy it with him, but I didn't. Otherwise... sigh."

"Very profitable?"

Seeing Li Mu's curious gaze, Wang Hai nodded again, his expression revealing an even greater regret than before:

"He must have made a killing. When he bought it, Yahoo stock was $2.4 a share. Do you know how much he sold it for?"

"How many?"

"104 dollars! That's US dollars! Tell me, how much did he earn?"

"?"

Li Mu was stunned, and subconsciously asked:

"How much did he buy?"

"That loser mortgaged his house, scraped together over $100,000, and made over seven million in one go!"

"...US dollars?"

"Yeah! That bastard..."

"..."

His expression instantly turned absurd.

When Wang Hai mentioned the price per share earlier, he didn't really have a concept of it.

But when the total profit of nearly fifty times was presented to him, Li Mu was dumbfounded.

Based on seven million, the exchange rate is 1 to 8 US dollars, so seven times eight equals fifty-six...

"Over fifty million? How long did it take?"

"It's been a year or two. These stock market speculators have a really sharp eye, sigh..."

Wang Hai shook his head:

"After making money, the whole family came here. Every day they either play golf or go on vacation. They live a very idyllic life."

"..."

Li Mu was truly speechless.

Stocks...are they really that profitable?

I should have asked the wheelchair-bound guy which stocks were worth buying... wait, no, he doesn't seem to trade stocks.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

The two walked out of the hotel. Wang Hai looked around, then heard two "beep beeps." He turned his head, smiled, waved, and then said to Li Mu:

"That way, let's go."

Li Mu looked in the direction he pointed and saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, white leather shoes, white casual pants, and a short-sleeved T-shirt smiling as he approached.

Is this Chu Jiwei, Brother Wei?

Well, even if he didn't know him, Li Mu felt he could recognize him as a rich man if he saw him on the street.

After all, the other person's outfit was exactly like the look of a rich person in a movie.

Especially that dazzling, reflective watch on my wrist...

"Haha, Brother Hai."

Chu Jiwei immediately gave Wang Hai a big hug.

"Awei! ... Let me introduce you, Li Mu, Xiao Li. We came together this time, he's young and promising. Xiao Li, this is Chu Jiwei."

"Brother Wei."

Li Mu greeted him with a smile.

"Hmm, hello, hello."

Chu Jiwei shook hands with him, and Wang Hai, standing beside him, added at the opportune moment:

"Xiao Li isn't interested in real estate investment, but he wanted to travel. We hit it off, so we went together."

"OK."

Chu Jiwei nodded and pointed to a Cadillac SUV behind him:

"Get in the car. Have you had breakfast yet? Shall we take you there for breakfast first?"

"We've already eaten. Let's go to the Statue of Liberty first. I only saw it from the plane yesterday. Let's go see what it is."

"That's fine too."

So the three of them got into the car, with Li Mu in the back and Wang Hai in the front passenger seat.

After getting into the car, Wang Hai handed Chu Jiwei a cigarette and asked with a smile:

"Where's Linlin?"

"She went out with her classmates. I was going to tell her to come along and bring her to meet you. But she and her high school classmates had already made plans to go shopping together. I just bought her a car, and she's so excited. She's been going out with her best friend every day."

"How old is she? Is she old enough to get a driver's license?"

"Yes, you can get a driver's license at fifteen here in the US. Oh right, Hai-ge, what do you think about what I told you? The Louis Brand High School that Linlin is currently attending is really good, it's the best school in Queens, why don't you bring Xiaoyu over?"

"Xiaoyu's grades are not good, and he doesn't know anything about English. I'm afraid he won't be able to keep up if he comes here."

"That's alright, half a year of language school is usually enough. Besides, kids from our area actually have an advantage here, and I've seen their curriculum, it's not difficult. Linlin's best friend, Christy, is also Chinese, from Hubei, and she caught up very quickly here..."

The two middle-aged people immediately started talking about family and children.

Li Mu was momentarily speechless, so he looked out the window.

After all, he didn't even know where Queens was, let alone the so-called Louis Brand High School.