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In a private room of a private restaurant, a dinner party was coming to an end. Jiang Nansun was present with her parents, her aunt Daisy, and Wang Yongzheng, whom she despised from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, Jiang Pengfei was still sitting in the main seat, talking animatedly: "Spending money is all for the purpose of making more money."

Investing, in essence, is a mindset, a perspective. However, speaking of perspective, if your perspective isn't broad enough, you'll find it difficult to succeed in anything, even drawing blueprints.

"I think Uncle is absolutely right," Wang Yongzheng agreed with a smile, adding flattery as well.

"Investing is about spending money. Just like when we buy a house, we don't look at how big it is, but how much it is worth."

Daisy looked at him with a smile. She had originally planned to introduce her niece, Jiang Nansun, to Wang Yongzheng as his girlfriend, but since Jiang Nansun already had Zhang Anren, she gave up on trying to match them up.

Speaking of which, Wang Yongzheng comes from a well-off family, studied civil engineering at a university abroad, and is now a teaching assistant at Shanghai University. He is also Professor Dong's student. They are indeed quite a good match.

However, this person was naturally unruly and had dated many girlfriends, but he only dated them casually.

I really don't know what Daisy was thinking, that she would want to introduce her niece to such a playboy.

However, upon hearing this, Jiang Pengfei laughed heartily and said, "Little Wang, I really like your way of thinking and your perspective."

You are the second young person I have high hopes for. The other one is also a lecturer at your Shanghai University, named Han Tao.

This person is very capable. I originally planned to invite him along. You must know him too, right?

"I've heard of him. I heard that, like Jiang Nansun's boyfriend, he's a golden phoenix who flew out of an ordinary small county. I didn't expect you to speak so highly of him, Uncle!"

Wang Yongzheng replied sarcastically, but inwardly he thought to himself: Why is he everywhere? He's just a teacher who became an internet sensation for his low-quality lessons, is he really worth so much attention?

When Jiang Nansun heard him mention Zhang Anren again, he immediately retorted: "Wang Yongzheng, are you really out of your mind? Why do you have to compare everything?"

And so what if you're from a small county? Did you eat your food? Don't even mention Teacher Han, you can't compare to Zhang Anren.

Do you think you're superior just because you're some kind of "overseas returnee"? Don't think I don't know, you're still relying on Professor Dong!

"Your biggest flaw is your poor eyesight." Wang Yongzheng was about to say something more, but seeing Daisy sitting opposite him, he immediately changed his tune, "Fine, think what you want!"

After saying that, he took a napkin and walked over to Daisy, smiling, "Auntie, we looked at your house this afternoon. This is the house design I just drew. What do you think, is it okay?"

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"You just drew this?" Daisy was also a little surprised, not expecting him to have drawn the blueprint in just a short time.

"Yes, I asked a waiter at the restaurant for a pencil and then drew the design on a napkin. It's a little different from Zhang Anren's plan."

Wang Yongzheng, seemingly modest but actually proud, said, "That blueprint divides the rooms into four layouts that can accommodate nine people. I don't quite agree with this plan."

In my design, there are only two suites separated by walls, and the rest of the space is all public space, which is essential for a high quality of life.

While guesthouses need to make money, quality shouldn't be neglected, right?

"You're right, I'll consider it!" Daisy glanced at the design sketch Wang Yongzheng was drawing on the napkin, then folded it up and put it away.

She had already seen Zhang Anren's design in the house before, and she shared the same opinion as Wang Yongzheng: they were not very satisfied with Zhang Anren's plan, feeling that it was too petty.

But when Jiang Nansun saw this, she angrily grabbed her aunt Daisy's hand: "Auntie, are you really going to put it away? Are you going to take his advice?"

"He's helping you," Daisy said slowly, patting the back of her hand. "He's very smart, believe me!"

"Who needs his help? He always acts like a master! If a napkin can be used to draw conclusions, then why did Zhang Anren go to all that trouble to draw up blueprints?"

Upon hearing Jiang Nansun's words, Wang Yongzheng scoffed, "I think so too. Why bother with all that effort drawing those blueprints? What's the point?"

Jiang Nansun's face flushed with anger, but before she could speak, Jiang Pengfei interrupted her with a smile: "Xiao Wang, I give you a thumbs up! I agree with you on this point."

That Zhang Anren is so sour and unsophisticated. Can he compare to your vision and perspective? A person without vision will never amount to anything, no matter how well they draw blueprints.

Jiang Nansun completely lost his temper, gritting his teeth as he looked at his father, "Look at yourself before you criticize others."

How did our previous houses and antiques get wiped out by this so-called "strategic thinking"?

Hearing that the father and daughter were about to argue, especially with outsiders present, Jiang Nansun's mother, Dai Yin, couldn't help but speak up:

"Let's all keep quiet. I think that Xiao Zhang is pretty good too; didn't he buy a house in Shanghai?"

"What do you know?" Jiang Pengfei slammed his hand on the table, his face full of disdain. "Does his house in the countryside even deserve Nan Sun?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting increasingly awkward, Daisy quickly held Jiang Nansun down and whispered in her ear, "Eat more vegetables. Just ignore whatever your dad says."

Seeing this, Wang Yongzheng sat back down and, to ease the awkwardness, toasted Jiang Pengfei with a glass of wine. The two then chatted about investment and other topics.

Jiang Nansun opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just leaned back in his chair and turned his head to one side.

Daisy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Daisy had been persuaded.

At this moment, Daisy showed her her newly bought diamond ring and smiled, "Look at this, do you think it looks good on me?"

"It's beautiful, this diamond is gorgeous," Daisy said with a slight smile, glancing at the diamond ring on her sister Daisy's hand.

"But if I remember correctly, didn't you dislike wearing diamonds? Why the sudden change?"

"Nothing has changed, it's just that we can't afford gems anymore!" Dain smiled slightly.

Daisy didn't respond. She was a very smart woman, and as soon as she heard what her sister said, she knew what it meant: the Jiang family was about to run out of money.

After all, Jiang Pengfei was just a spendthrift who only knew how to talk big. He squandered all of the Jiang family's wealth on stocks.

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At that moment, a gray Audi Q7 slowly drove into an old alleyway deep inside Nanjing Road. Residents on both sides of the street quickly moved aside upon seeing it.

Inside the car, Zhu Suosuo nervously glanced at her neighbors outside the window and couldn't help but speak up to remind them:

"Sir, please drive slowly. The alleyways are difficult to navigate, and the streets are narrow. Please be careful not to hit anyone!"

"Don't worry! I'm a professional designated driver; safe driving is my most basic skill!"

The driver responded with a smile while slowing down the car a bit.

The car slowly moved along the narrow alley, and soon turned into the deepest alley, finally stopping steadily at the side of the alley not far from a bakery.

A middle-aged woman who had been anxiously waiting downstairs saw an "SUV" with a four-ring logo parked not far away and couldn't help but take a second look out of curiosity.

However, when she saw Zhu Suosuo, dressed in a red dress, step out of the car, she paused slightly, then quickly went to greet her, took Zhu Suosuo's hand, and asked in confusion:

"SuoSuo, why are you only just getting back? Where's Jiaming? Didn't he go out with you?"

Before he finished speaking, Han Tao had already helped Luo Jiaming out of the passenger seat. Luo Jiaming staggered and walked unsteadily toward the two of them.

Seeing that Luo Jiaming was completely drunk and unconscious, Zhu Suosuo's aunt forgot her questions and rushed over to support her son, saying with heartache:

"Son, son, Mom's here! Why did you drink so much?"

"Excuse me, Brother Han, I'll help my aunt take my cousin Jiaming upstairs first. Please wait here for me for a while."

After saying this to Han Tao with a slight apology, Zhu Suosuo quickly followed him, intending to help her aunt help Luo Jiaming upstairs.

"Hey, Jiaming, are you drunk?" Just then, a neighbor passed by and couldn't help but tease Luo Jiaming, who was walking unsteadily.

"No...no, I'm not drunk! This is my home, yes, this is my home!"

Luo Jiaming shook off his mother's hand and staggered towards the second floor of the alleyway, shouting, "Mom! Where are you? I'm back!"

"Mom's here, Mom's right here beside you, son!" Zhu Suosuo's aunt quickly hugged the unsteady Luo Jiaming, feeling extremely distressed.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Zhu Suosuo, who was following closely behind her son, her tone filled with reproach and doubt: "Suosuo, where did you take Jiaming to fool around?"

"You let him drink so much? He never drinks, why is he so drunk after just one trip with you?"