The game starts by hacking Alipay and then goes on a crazy spree of eating young girls.

Chen Ye hung up the phone and got into the driver's seat. Zheng Youyou followed him in, fastened her seatbelt, and turned to look at him: "What do you mean, a net worth of billions?"

Chen Ye started the engine and reversed the car with one hand while turning the steering wheel: "The stock price of a company I invested in before has gone up, and I made a small profit of HK$58 billion."

Zheng Youyou paused for two seconds, then asked, "So... you're worth billions now?"

"More or less."

Zheng Youyou reached out and slapped his arm: "You, you can make billions just by going to an art exhibition?"

Chen Ye chuckled and stepped on the gas: "That's why I said this trip to Yanjing was worthwhile."

As the Cullinan drove out of the estate gate, the ginkgo trees on both sides cast long shadows under the car headlights.

Chen Ye slowed down the car, and his phone vibrated again. He glanced at it and saw a message from Zhang Yi: "President Chen, Tylenol just issued an announcement that the production line expansion plan after the drug was approved has been launched."

In addition, six other institutions contacted us to inquire whether we intended to transfer our shareholdings.

Chen Ye typed a reply with one hand: "I won't sell. Let them keep rising."

Zheng Youyou leaned closer to look at the screen: "Aren't you going to cash out?"

"Why rush to sell it as soon as it takes off? Besides, there's still room for it to rise. I'm a major shareholder." Chen Ye tossed his phone onto the center console. "At least wait until it reaches 20 billion before we talk about it."

After the car entered the main road, Zheng Youyou lowered the seat a little and leaned back, turning her head to look at the streetlights flashing by outside the window. After a while, she finally spoke: "That original copy of 'The Scream' is still making my head buzz."

"Me too."

Chen Ye nodded: "Having something worth 120 million US dollars in front of you is a completely different feeling from looking at pictures in textbooks before."

Zheng Youyou turned to look at him: "What are you thinking about?"

I'm wondering how much his real trump card is really worth.

Zheng Youyou was silent for two seconds: "So now you feel like you still have a long way to go?"

"It's still a long way off." Chen Ye nodded.

Then, a playful smirk appeared on his lips: "But it's alright, catching up with him is only a matter of time."

Zheng Youyou rolled her eyes charmingly at Chen Ye's statement.

She certainly didn't believe Chen Ye's words. Li Hualan was the former richest Chinese person in Singapore. If she hadn't retired, she could have remained the richest person in the country.

At his peak, his net worth could reach 1000 billion.

The car continued driving into the night, and neither of them spoke again.

Zheng Youyou leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed, the smile on her lips never fading.

The next morning, Chen Ye was lying on his bed in the courtyard house scrolling through his phone when Zhang Yi called again: "Mr. Chen, you're trending on social media."

Chen Ye was taken aback: "What trending topic?"

"Tainuo Maibo surged yesterday, and someone discovered that Xingye Capital is the second largest shareholder, holding 38% of the shares."

Then some busybodies found you through the business registration information.

Zhang Yi's voice sounded somewhat helpless: "Right now, everyone in the financial world is talking about you, saying that eight months ago you were just an ordinary person, but now you've become a rising star in the biopharmaceutical sector."

Chen Ye opened Weibo and saw that, sure enough, there was a trending topic on the hot search list: "Hoshino Capital". Clicking on it, he found a lot of financial bloggers analyzing the return on this investment.

The comments section was in an uproar. Some said he was just lucky to have stumbled upon this, others said he had someone giving him pointers, and still others were digging into his background.

Chen Ye scrolled through a few messages and then stopped reading. He sent Zhang Yi a message: "Don't worry about it, let them talk."

After sending the message, he got up, washed up, and changed his clothes. When he came out, Zheng Youyou was already sitting in the living room, holding a cup of soy milk and waving it at him: "The takeout just arrived, drink it while it's hot."

Chen Ye walked over and sat down next to her, took the soy milk, took a sip, and glanced at her sideways: "Going back to Shanghai this afternoon, are you coming with me?"

"Nonsense." Zheng Youyou took a bite of her bun and mumbled, "My dad is staying for two more days. I'll go back with you first."

Chen Ye reached out and ruffled her hair: "Okay."

When the plane landed at the Hongqiao Business Jet Terminal at 2 p.m., Chen Ye's phone received more than a dozen messages as soon as it was turned on.

There was a message from Zheng Guodong saying "Congratulations, Xiao Ye," a message from Qi Lai saying "You're amazing, young man," and a voice message from Li Hualan.

Chen Ye clicked on Li Hualan's voice message. The old man's voice carried that signature warmth: "Young Chen, I heard that the company you invested in went public? Not bad, not bad, you're young and promising."

Next time you come to Yanjing, I'll introduce you to some friends who run businesses; it's a faster way to make money than collecting antiques.

Chen Ye chuckled after hearing this and put away his phone. Zheng Youyou leaned over and asked, "What did Old Li say?"

"Let me meet some business owners in Yanjing next time I go there." Chen Ye took her hand and walked towards the parking lot. "This old man really treats me like one of his own now."

Zheng Youyou followed in his footsteps, her voice tinged with laughter: "So, what do you think?"

"What can I think? I'll just climb the pole when someone hands me one."

Chen Ye opened the Cullinan's door and let her get in first.

"First, we need to establish Hoshino Capital and get the investment sector running smoothly. Then, we can focus on real industries and real estate."

Money sitting idle is just numbers; it only has power when it's in motion.

Zheng Youyou got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and looked up at him: "You're really ambitious."

Chen Ye closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, and glanced at her as he started the engine: "Why get involved in venture capital if you don't have much ambition?"

As the car drove out of the airport, Chen Ye's phone vibrated again. This time it was a text message from an unknown number: "Hello Mr. Chen, I'm a reporter from Eastmoney.com. I'd like to arrange an interview with you. Would that be convenient for you?"

Chen Ye glanced at it and then deleted it.

He doesn't need to be in the spotlight now; it's not too late for him to show his face when Hoshino Capital truly reaches a scale of tens of billions.

He stepped on the gas, and the Cullinan merged into the traffic on the outer ring road.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the car window. Zheng Youyou was scrolling through her phone in the passenger seat when she suddenly chuckled, "Chen Ye, your trending topic has dropped to fifth place now. It's been pushed down by a celebrity cheating scandal."

"That's great! Make more money quietly and keep a low profile."

Zheng Youyou pursed her lips and then put her phone away.

The two arrived at the airport quickly, where Chen Ye's Gulfstream G700 was already waiting.

"Chen Ye, what are you going to do with your Cullinan?"

Zheng Youyou looked at the Cullinan parked in the airport garage and then looked at Chen Ye with a puzzled expression.

"Let's leave it for now. Whenever we come to Yanjing, we'll use this airport anyway, so we can just drive it directly then."

Zheng Youyou's eyelids twitched violently.

She couldn't imagine how much the parking fees alone would cost.

However, for Chen Ye, who spends money like water, even parking fees of tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan are just ordinary numbers to him.