In recent years, the market had been in a downturn, and Su Yehao only needed to consider how to make steady progress.

Now that the major global markets were recovering, he couldn't relax. Whenever he had a spare moment, he liked to ponder complex issues.

It was probably like having only one worry when you were hungry, but countless worries after you were full.

Mainly, he was asking for trouble himself. In reality, the companies were basically on the right track, with excellent development momentum.

If he just guarded his own little patch, he could save a lot of brain cells.

Speaking of which.

It couldn't be entirely blamed on Su Yehao for being an idle worrywart. The ancestors often said, "Cultivate your own morality in poverty, and benefit the world when successful." They also said, "Be the first to worry about the world's troubles, and the last to enjoy its pleasures."

Many problems were blatantly in front of Su Yehao, and he couldn't pretend not to see them.

Learning that Father Su was going to Xiamen.

After Su Yehao went home to report to Nangong Tian, he decided to accompany him. He also sent a message to Nong Qingying, lest this woman put on a delicate, weak woman act again, saying that she had been neglected.

With so many girls around him, time seemed precious, and he had to make good use of it.

As the plane took off, the sky was already filled with sunset clouds.

Father Su held his eldest grandson, his smile so wide it almost split his face. He turned on the TV to show him *Tom and Jerry*, and chatted about what toys he liked, or whether he had been eating obediently lately.

Nong Qingying, with nothing to do, held the latest *eLLe* magazine, flipping through it as she asked:

"Why are we suddenly going to Xiamen? I didn't even pack my luggage, and I rushed to meet you. When we get there, you have to take me shopping. I can't do without things like eye cream and skin cream. I'm almost thirty in the blink of an eye, and I must pay attention to maintenance. I get so angry at your son at home all day long."

Women always liked to care about these things. Su Yehao was now too lazy to even comb his hair.

Occasionally, when a strand of hair stuck up, he would wet it down and go out. Anyway, being unkempt didn't affect his total net worth of five or six billion U.S. dollars.

After listening to Nong Qingying, he told her:

"We're staying at my father's new hotel. There should be shopping malls nearby. We'll go shopping and get something to eat after we land. I left in too much of a hurry today and didn't prepare dinner."

Remembering something, Nong Qingying asked again, "Oh, right, I asked a few friends, and they all said that Po Shan Kindergarten in Jardine's Lookout is better. It's called the Harvard of kindergartens. What do you think?"

Father Su turned around and asked in surprise, "How old is the little guy? Is he starting kindergarten already?"

Su Yehao said:

"He'll be almost four in the second half of the year, which isn't particularly young. He hasn't had many friends since he was a child, so he should go to kindergarten earlier to practice his social skills."

"Going to school isn't a problem, but sending him to kindergarten… I'm a little worried. Why don't we prepare in advance and set up a kindergarten closer to home? We can prepare the venue and hire a few teachers. It shouldn't be difficult."

Father Su's eyes were meaningful.

It was as if he was plainly saying that his granddaughter Su Leyao would also be able to use it then.

Later on, the newborn little guy could also go there to study.

The son he had with Nangong Tian still didn't have a name. This was because Wong Tai Sin was being superstitious, saying that prematurely conceiving and giving birth had caused his *bazi* (astrological birth chart) to be a little messy. Although there was no major problem, they needed to find a way to avoid disaster, and it was best not to name him before his first birthday.

In Su Yehao's opinion.

It was probably because Wong Tai Sin had gone to the casino again and spent all his money, and was now trying to scam big clients.

But this kind of thing, it was better to believe it than not, just for peace of mind. This had resulted in the little guy not even having a proper nickname yet.

After considering whether he should invest in a kindergarten, Su Yehao stroked his chin and said:

"The other kindergartens have very good educational quality. I'm worried that if he studies in our own kindergarten, the teachers, classmates, and classmates' parents won't be able to let go. Anyway, the necessary safety measures will be arranged, so there's no difference."

Concern can lead to confusion.

Father Su was mainly worried that his grandson would be bullied.

On second thought, he felt that no one should have the guts to do that. It didn't matter if the classmates had some fights.

Su Yehao continued:

"Kindergarten doesn't matter, anyway, he's just going to play every day. After he goes to elementary school, I actually want to send them to the mainland to study. In the future, our family's main business will be in the mainland, and the teachers are stricter there, which is good for their growth. At the very least, they will know how to follow the rules and learn traditional culture."

Regarding this point, Nong Qingying had no objections, stating, "We do need to find a stricter teacher, otherwise, given our family's conditions, the children will be treated specially wherever they go. Wouldn't that easily raise a little tyrant?"

Father Su didn't object, agreeing, "I have experience in this area. They absolutely can't be allowed to be free when they're young. I'm afraid that after they're let go, we won't be able to rein them in, just like you when you were studying. The teacher called me every other day, and you were almost led astray. Whether they become successful is another matter. My son and I have already paved the way for their future for the next hundred years. It's more important to cultivate them into decent human beings first."

Su Yehao glanced at his father, too lazy to argue with him.

He thought to himself, what experience? If it wasn't for his own efforts to turn the tide, the Su family would probably have cooled off long ago. It wasn't even certain if they could survive the 1997 financial crisis.

"In Europe and America, including Hong Kong, it's basically elite education, which means that ordinary children grow up happily, but wealthy and powerful families value education more than anyone else. I see some people in the Mid-Levels Ladies' Club who are willing to pay one thousand dollars an hour for tutoring. It would be strange if their children were happy."

It was Nong Qingying who spoke. She had studied in the UK and had recently checked a lot of information. She then suggested:

"Actually, Eton College, Scott School, and other private schools in the UK are also good. These private schools gather 7% of the students in the UK, but they account for 50% of the students admitted to Oxford and Cambridge each year. It is said that they adopt a 24-hour fully enclosed teaching system. They are very busy every day, and they also have to participate in clubs to enrich their extracurricular life, which they can then write on their college application resume."

Su Yehao shook his head and retorted:

"They don't understand anything when they're young. If they're suddenly so far away from home, and their way of thinking isn't mature yet, they'll be thrown into a melting pot, and who knows what color they'll turn into in the end. It's not too late to go out and take a walk after they finish high school. They can do whatever they want in the future."

In Pengcheng's Sihai International Cultural Tourism City, there was a private school jointly run with Donghuang Rose Middle School.

In name, it was for the children of residents of Casino and Hong Kong, but in reality, it also recruited mainland students. Teaching was also conducted in Mandarin, but some English courses were added, and some after-school interest classes were offered.

Under these circumstances, Father Su certainly didn't want his grandson and granddaughter to be too far away from home. He said with a smile:

"Then it's decided. They should practice Mandarin first, and then send them directly to our own school in the future, covering elementary school, junior high school, and high school. There will be more security. Also, it's closer to home, which makes it easier for us to visit. What if they're wronged without their parents and family members to take care of them?"

Su Yehao teased his old man:

"Spoiling a child is like killing him. Why weren't you so soft-hearted with me back then? Now that I'm also a father, you can give me the ancestral chicken feather duster, anyway, I won't use it."

"Why wouldn't I use it? If you dare to beat my precious grandson, I'll beat you…"