After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

It was another training day. Yan Yuan finished his task for the day. Although he was a little tired, he felt particularly refreshed.

The FIFA awards ceremony did not cause him much psychological distress.

His only thought was that he needed to order a larger trophy cabinet for his home.

Yan Yuan took a shower, changed into comfortable casual clothes, said goodbye to his teammates who were leaving one after another, and headed to the parking lot.

After getting into the driver's seat and fastening his seatbelt, he habitually glanced at his phone to check for any important messages.

Just then, a notification message from the bank suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

He clicked on it casually, assuming it might be a notification that his salary had been deposited or a confirmation of a certain transaction.

However, the text message made his fingers freeze in mid-air.

[Bank of London] Reminder: Your account ending in XXXX received a transfer of £10,000,000.00. Current balance: ...

what?

Ten million pounds?!

Yan Yuan blinked, even wondering if he was seeing things because he was too tired from training.

The club recently renewed the contract, and the huge signing fee and loyalty bonus have been paid in installments as stipulated in the contract.

There was no reason for such a large sum of money to suddenly be deposited in the middle of the season.

Could it be that Dad has some large sum of money that needs to be transferred, and he's temporarily using his account?

I thought about it a lot but couldn't come to a conclusion.

Yan Yuan subconsciously wanted to open the text message details to carefully verify the remitter's information.

When the words "Remitter: LIN Jianwei" clearly came into view, Yan Yuan was completely stunned.

"Huh???? Weiwei transferred...1000 million pounds to me?"

Yan Yuan stared at his phone screen, feeling his CPU was a bit overloaded.

The impact of this thought was even greater than when I first saw the numbers.

He leaned back in the driver's seat, a multitude of questions flashing through his mind.

He knew Lin Jianwei worked at Goldman Sachs in London, was a top financial elite with a substantial income, but ten million pounds…

This far exceeds the amount that even the most successful investment banking analyst can accumulate through normal salary and bonuses.

Yan Yuan recalled the £666 million allowance he had given Lin Jianwei half as a gesture of affection and half as a joke on her birthday last year…

Did she...?

Thinking about this...

Yan Yuan instinctively wanted to call Lin Jianwei to get to the bottom of things, but his finger hovered over the dial button and then stopped.

I raised my wrist to check the time; it was a little past five in the afternoon.

This is the busiest time in the City of London, and Lin Jianwei is likely still in a meeting or dealing with complex transactions.

Calling her now would definitely bother her.

"Never mind, I'll ask Weiwei when she gets home." Yan Yuan suppressed his curiosity and a hint of inexplicable worry, started the car, and drove home.

Just as Yan Yuan was waiting at a red light, his phone "dinged"—it was a WeChat message.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Lin Jianwei:

[Sweetie, Mommy just finished a multinational video conference, I'm exhausted~ I'm packing up to go home. Did you see the bank notification? (^▽^) I'll tell you the details when I get home, drive carefully.]

The last word of the message, "My dear," and the tone of a mother coaxing a child, made Yan Yuan burst out laughing.

He replied, "Okay, Mommy, be careful on the road, I'll wait for you to come home for dinner," and then drove off with peace of mind.

……

After returning home, Yan Yuan cooked today.

The two of them had already made an agreement.

Since their get off work hours are both irregular, whoever gets home first cooks first.

Yan Yuan finished training early today, so it was his turn to cook. He took a detour to a nearby high-quality supermarket and carefully selected fresh ingredients.

Back home, Xiao Yan put on an apron and, unusually, went into the kitchen.

He cooked Lin Jianwei's favorite dishes: steamed sea bass, garlic broccoli, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He also made a pot of corn and pork rib soup.

The aroma of the food gradually filled the entire restaurant.

Around 7 p.m., the sound of a key turning could be heard at the door.

Lin Jianwei was dressed in a smart business suit, her face showing a hint of fatigue, but her eyes were still bright.

She pushed open the door and came in, smelling the aroma of food filling the room, and a delighted smile immediately appeared on her face.

"Wow! They have sea bass today, it smells so good!" she said as she changed her shoes.

Yan Yuan walked over with a smile, took her briefcase and coat, hung them up skillfully, and said with a smile.

"Isn't this a way to reward our family's 'financial tycoon'?"

Lin Jianwei walked to the dining table and looked at the three dishes and soup that looked and smelled delicious, and sincerely praised them.

"Tsk tsk, this looks really good. Chef Yan is a hidden talent; his skills are getting better and better."

"Of course, I can't let you serve me forever." Yan Yuan pulled out a chair for her. "Go wash your hands first, I'll get you the cutlery."

After everything was done, the two sat down and began to enjoy their dinner.

Yan Yuan's cooking skills were indeed excellent, and Lin Jianwei ate with great relish.

Halfway through the meal, Yan Yuan finally couldn't contain his curiosity and gently tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks, asking with a smile.

"Alright, can you tell me now, Mr. Lin? What's the deal with that ten million pounds? Don't tell me you robbed a bank."

Lin Jianwei put down her chopsticks, picked up a tissue and elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth, a slightly smug and mysterious smile on her face.

"What's the rush? Let me tell you slowly. Let's eat and talk, or the food will get cold."

She took a sip of soup before beginning her story.

"My goodness, do you remember the £666 million you gave me for my birthday last year?"

Last year, when Lin Jianwei celebrated her birthday, Yan Yuan not only gave her the gifts she liked, but also gave her £666 million as pocket money.

"Of course I remember, it hasn't been that long."

"At the time, I was thinking that this money shouldn't just sit in the account and earn that meager interest."

"I studied finance and work in investment banking. Watching market fluctuations always makes me itchy to get my hands dirty." Lin Jianwei's eyes became focused, as if she were back to analyzing charts and data.

"So I used this money as seed money to make some investments."

"Some investments?" Yan Yuan raised an eyebrow. "And then it turned into ten million in a year? Sister, your rate of return is terrifying!"

"Let me finish," Lin Jianwei said, giving him a playful glare.

"First of all, I took advantage of the sharp fluctuations in the pound's exchange rate from the end of last year to the beginning of this year due to Brexit news to do a short-term trade, buying low and selling high, and made my first pot of gold, about four or five hundred thousand pounds."

Yan Yuan nodded; he could roughly understand that, given that it was reported in the news every day.

"Then, through the company's channels, I participated in the IPOs of several popular tech companies, such as xxx, which was very hot at the time. After its listing, its stock price rose very well, and I made almost a million from that."

"Impressive," Yan Yuan said sincerely, knowing that an IPO was not something ordinary people could easily participate in.

"But these are just appetizers." Lin Jianwei's tone rose slightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What really made me a fortune were two investments that are closely related to both of us."

"Is it related to us?" Yan Yuan was even more curious.

"Yes!" Lin Jianwei leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a huge secret, "My first investment was a large stake in Arsenal's parent company!"

Yan Yuan was stunned: "Buy team stock?"

"That's right!" Lin Jianwei nodded vigorously. "Think about it, since the middle of last season, I've felt that your team's performance has been incredibly good, especially yours, which is simply unstoppable."

I had a strong feeling back then that you guys were about to make history. If Arsenal could really win the Premier League or even the Champions League, how terrifying would the club's brand value and commercial revenue reach? The stock price would definitely skyrocket!

She paused, a "I knew it" expression on her face.

"And the result? You really did it! Undefeated quadruple champions! My God, starting in April, Arsenal's parent company's stock price has skyrocketed!"

I bought in when the stock price was relatively low, and by the time the season ended and you lifted all the trophies, the return on this investment exceeded 200%!

In that one move, they earned nearly ten million pounds, and adding everything up, it came to close to twenty million pounds.

Yan Yuan was stunned, his mouth slightly agape, and he almost dropped the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on his chopsticks.

He never imagined that every victory he fought hard for on the court would not only bring honor and bonuses, but also, through Lin Jianwei's manipulation, be amplified countless times in the financial market!

"So... I'm indirectly making money for myself?" he asked, bewildered.

Lin Jianwei chuckled at his expression: "You could say that! Every goal you score is priceless!"

"Then... what about the other investment?" Yan Yuan pressed, completely captivated.

"Another reason is that I'm optimistic about the sports technology and health industries," Lin Jianwei explained.

"After being with you, I realized how high the requirements are for sports rehabilitation, data analysis, and nutritional supplementation for top athletes like you."

I personally believe this is a major trend for the future, so I invested in several related startups, such as those that predict athlete injuries, develop new rehabilitation equipment, and create medical devices.

These companies grew rapidly, their valuations doubled, and they made another million or two.

She concluded casually.

"In addition to some previous scattered investments, such as buying some promising Chinese stocks."

By piecing together the principal and profits, I've rounded it up to ten million. You were the one who gave me the principal, and now I'm returning it to you with interest.

Yan Yuan listened blankly for a long time before letting out a long sigh of relief. He looked at Lin Jianwei with an almost worshipful gaze and shook his head in admiration.

"My God... Weiwei... I'm really... impressed by you."

He put down his chopsticks and slapped his thigh hard.

"I always thought we football players made money pretty fast, but compared to you finance guys, it's practically hard-earned money! We bleed and sweat on the field, while you strategize in front of your computers, move your fingers, and earn more than we do playing every single game! I admire you! I really admire you!"

Lin Jianwei was amused by his exaggerated expression and tone, and scolded him playfully.

"Come on! What do you mean by 'hard-earned money'? Your 500,000 pounds a week is more than many people could earn in several lifetimes! Our line of work is also very stressful. One wrong judgment could mean losing everything. It's very risky."

"That's different," Yan Yuan said with a grin, leaning closer to her.

"Our money is earned honestly through physical talent and hard work; it's crystal clear. Your money, on the other hand, comes from this." Yan Yuan pointed to his head.

"That's true wisdom, it's amazing!"

Yan Yuan suddenly put on a pitiful look and grabbed Lin Jianwei's hand, saying...

"Weiwei, I think that from now on, the heavy responsibility of supporting the family will still have to be handed over to you."

Look, you're more efficient at making money than I am, making you a good fit to be the ballast of the family's finances.

My income is unstable, so if my performance declines or I get injured, it becomes a high-risk asset, suitable for use as an offensive supplement.

Lin Jianwei raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? So you mean, you high-risk asset are still thinking about attacking? How do you plan to attack? To continue breaking your weekly wage record?"

Yan Yuan said arrogantly.

"No, no, my 'offensive' means that I'm responsible for being a gigolo and providing emotional value to President Lin."

For example, when you're frustrated by candlestick charts, I'll tell you a joke; when you're working late into the night, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles.

Or... to bring you something new and interesting every day, isn't that more valuable than my meager weekly salary?

Lin Jianwei pretended to be thinking and said.

"Hmm...that makes sense. So...what emotional value can you provide for Mommy today?"

Yan Yuan immediately spoke.

"How about role-playing, as a subordinate and a boss?"

"No, we tried this last time."

"Shall we go somewhere else?"

"where?"

"How's the swimming pool? I heard it feels different in the water."

"Hmm...this one's pretty good. What color bikini do you like?"

You look best in purple.

"Hehe, I'll go change my clothes, you go heat up the pool."

"Alright."

Yan Yuan kissed Lin Jianwei and then went to heat up the swimming pool.