Back to 2008: I Helped My Dad Become the Richest Man

Once the funds were in place, the construction of the Roche food factory immediately commenced in full swing.

Luo Xinde is now going all out. Through Wang Defa's connections, Luo Xinde has brought in a professional construction company from the city that has experience in building food factories.

"Money must be spent wisely! This factory is going to last for decades, so we must lay a solid foundation!" Luo Xinde now speaks with great eloquence.

A professional team is indeed different. The construction team looked at the blueprints designed by Luo Xiyuan and then offered several industry-relevant suggestions.

"Mr. Luo, your cleanroom design is very advanced. However, I suggest adding a buffer room between the air shower and the cleanroom. This would better ensure stable air pressure and prevent cross-contamination."

"In addition to the physical and chemical testing bench, this laboratory should also have a separate sterile operating room specifically for microbiological testing, so that the data will be more accurate."

Luo Xiyuan nodded in agreement with the suggestions. She knew that although she had theoretical knowledge, she still had a gap in handling details compared to people who had been engaged in engineering practice for many years.

The construction site of the food factory became a bustling place in Luojia Village. The mixers roared, trucks shuttled back and forth on the open ground, and workers shouted slogans as they carried building materials. Busy figures could be seen everywhere.

Luo Xinde spends every day on the construction site. Wearing a safety helmet and work clothes, he turns to direct the crane to park, then turns to check the steel reinforcement grades, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Luo Xinde feels as if he's returned to his youth, to his days as a foreman on construction sites.

But the mindset is completely different. Back then, it was about working for others to earn a meager living. Now, it's about working for yourself, contributing to the Luo family's legacy!

Li Minxia became the logistics manager at the construction site. Every day, Li Minxia, ​​along with several women from the village, cooked for hundreds of workers. Large iron pots were set up on the stove to cook rice, and large bowls of stewed vegetables were kept next to them. The meals were simple but guaranteed to be filling, with meat at every meal.

"Make sure the workers are well-fed and well-hydrated, so they have the energy to work hard for us!" This is a phrase that Li Minxia often says.

The workers all knew that working for the Luo family meant not only quick pay but also good food, so they worked quickly and efficiently, and no one slacked off.

The funds were also depleted very quickly.

The equipment cost over 200,000 yuan. Mr. Liu personally went to the provincial capital to select it; it's basically the most advanced model in China.

The infrastructure construction, wall building, and road paving cost another hundred thousand yuan. Add to that the workers' wages and various other miscellaneous expenses…

Zhao Hu spent almost all of the 100,000 yuan he brought, plus the 150,000 yuan he borrowed from the bank, in no time.

Every night, Li Minxia would fiddle with the calculator, and as she looked at the numbers, a cold sweat would break out on her forehead.

"Xiyuan, this money is being spent too fast! I'm so worried I can't sleep at night," Li Minxia said, bringing her account book to complain to her daughter.

"Mom, don't panic. That's how it is when you build a factory; the initial investment is often very high. Once the factory is built and production starts, you'll earn the money back quickly." Luo Xiyuan patted her mother's hand.

That being said, the company's account was nearly empty. While the pig farm and the store's monthly profits were stable, it was still a struggle to support such a large project.

We must find a way to open up new sources of revenue.

Luo Xiyuan turned her attention to a vast but inaccessible field.

That evening, Luo Xiyuan called her father, Luo Xinde, into her study alone.

"Dad, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"What's wrong? Do you need money again?" Luo Xinde instinctively thought that his daughter would have to pay him money again when she asked him to discuss something.

"I want you to make money." Luo Xiyuan pursed her lips.

"Making money? I'm busy working on construction sites every day, isn't that making money?"

"Dad, I mean making big money, making quick money." Luo Xiyuan suppressed her smile and looked directly at her father.

Luo Xiyuan turned on her computer and opened a stock trading software page. Luo Xinde stared at the red and green curves on the screen and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"What is this thing? It's all twisted and turned," Luo Xinde asked curiously.

"Dad, this is called stocks," Luo Xiyuan said, pointing to the screen. "Look, each company on this screen, like this one called Kweichow Moutai, is a liquor company; that one called Vanke, is a real estate company. We can buy a portion of these companies and become shareholders by spending money."

"Shareholder? Just like Zhao Hu?" Luo Xinde asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, that's roughly the idea. But we're minority shareholders, so we don't have much say in how the company operates. If the company is profitable, the stock price will rise, and we can sell our shares at a higher price and profit from the difference. The company also pays dividends to shareholders every year."

Luo Xiyuan explained the working principle of stocks in just a few simple sentences.

Luo Xinde only half understood. The man scratched his head and said, "Isn't this just a gamble? If I buy it and it goes up, it goes up? What if it goes down? Then I'll lose all the money I invested!"

"Dad, you've hit the nail on the head." Luo Xiyuan nodded. "Buying stocks does carry risks; we can't just buy blindly. We need to choose companies that are likely to rise in the future."

"How can you be so sure it will go up?" Luo Xinde asked, looking incredulous.

Luo Xiyuan smiled. This was the secret she kept hidden in her heart.

Luo Xiyuan couldn't tell her father directly about her rebirth, so she had to use another way of saying it.

"Dad, do you remember why we started selling candles in the first place?"

"I remember, you said there would be a power outage."

"Do you remember why we went to sell vegetables?"

"I remember you said that once the road was completed, the countryside would be short of vegetables."

"Then why bother setting up a pig farm?"

"You said pork prices are going to go up."

Luo Xiyuan looked at her father and asked, word by word, "Dad, when have I ever misjudged someone?"

Luo Xinde stood there, stunned.

The man carefully recalled the decisions his daughter had made and the predictions she had made since the snow disaster began over a year ago, and they had all come true in the end.

One or two times could be considered a coincidence, but if it happens repeatedly, there must be another reason.

Looking at the daughter he had raised from childhood, Luo Xinde suddenly felt that she had become exceptionally mysterious, making it impossible for him to fathom her depths.

"Xiyuan, tell Dad the truth, how did you find out all this?" Luo Xinde couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

Luo Xiyuan lowered her eyes and did not reply.

Luo Xiyuan knew that this issue would have to be brought to the forefront sooner or later.

Luo Xiyuan met her father's puzzled and inquisitive gaze, and quickly made up her mind.

Luo Xiyuan couldn't directly reveal the secret of her rebirth; it was too far-fetched, and her father would likely not accept it. She had to find a reason that sounded reasonable and convincing.

"Dad," Luo Xiyuan paused, lowering her voice, "I don't really know why. Sometimes, thoughts and images suddenly pop into my head. It's like someone has foreshadowed what's going to happen next."

Luo Xiyuan fabricated a story about being able to predict the future, half-truthfully and half-falsely.

"For example, that night you were about to go out. Suddenly, I saw an image of you lying in the snow in my mind. I was freezing cold and sweating profusely, which is why I insisted on stopping you from leaving."

"And then there's the idea of ​​running a pig farm. I picture a future where every household has pork on their table, and the price keeps going up and up."

"It's the same now." Luo Xiyuan pointed to the stock called Kweichow Moutai on the computer screen. "I have a voice in my head telling me to buy it. If I buy it and hold it for a few years, the price will rise extremely high."

Luo Xiyuan's words were quite cryptic.

Luo Xinde's mouth was slightly open after hearing this, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Although Luo Xinde had not read many books, he had listened to the storytellers at the village entrance and knew that there were always some people in the world with mysterious destinies who were born different from others.

Could it be that my daughter was destined to have such a fate?

The moment this thought crossed Luo Xinde's mind, he felt a chill run down his spine. But at the same time, it also gave a seemingly reasonable foothold to the various questions that had been swirling in his mind.

No wonder my daughter has been more clever than other children her age since she was little.

They can also come up with many ways to make money.

It can even predict what will happen next.

It turns out that the daughter was sent by God to bring prosperity to the Luo family.

"I understand." Luo Xinde let out a heavy breath. He looked at his daughter, his gaze fixed on her. "Xiyuan, Dad believes you! Whichever you say to buy, we'll buy! How much you say to invest, we'll invest!"

Luo Xinde was completely trapped by his daughter's explanation.

Luo Xiyuan's shoulders slumped slightly. Luo Xiyuan knew that although this explanation was outrageous, it was the safest way to get her father to accept it quickly and stop pursuing the matter further.

"Dad, you have to keep this a secret for me. You can't tell anyone else, including Mom and my brother," Luo Xiyuan whispered, "This is a hint from God that you can't let it slip."

"I understand! I understand!" Luo Xinde nodded repeatedly, his chin clenched tightly.