Chapter 187 A Glimpse of the Past

Up ahead, they encountered a group of young people.

There were more than a dozen of them, appearing to be college students on a winter break picnic.

Worried about being recognized and ending up in the newspapers, Su Yehao turned back with Miss Zhao, chatting about their families' businesses along the way.

Zhao Yimeng was still the same as ever, just a little more mature compared to her high school days a few years ago.

She had no worries in life, which in itself was a kind of worry. Lacking a clear goal, she had only been helping out at the Donghuang Group for the past two years, drifting along according to her parents' wishes, and wasn't particularly happy.

Life was just like that.

Even if you already possessed everything other girls dreamed of, you would still have new troubles and never truly be satisfied.

As they approached her home, Zhao Yimeng, walking on the roadside, suddenly remembered something and asked curiously,

"Near graduation, Miss Vera once said that you wrote two songs for her and that she was struggling with how to interact with you. I listened to your album, and it's excellent. I didn't expect you to have such talent. You also wrote the line, 'Like the wind blowing eight thousand miles, both flowing clouds and the moon have loved you.' Could that have been a lyric you were thinking of? I accidentally found that piece of paper in my desk last time, and the more I think about it, the more it seems like a lyric."

Su Yehao recalled his conversation with Miss Vera a few days ago.

He then realized that when she said she had waited for him after high school, it might not have been a joke to get closer to him.

With a smile, Su Yehao replied,

"I was just bored in high school, trying to write something like others. I didn't expect you to remember it. It is indeed a lyric from a song and is basically finished. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. It's a pity I didn't think of it when recording the album, otherwise, I could have added another track."

"…Added another track?"

Zhao Yimeng was furious. She had studied piano since she was a child and endured a lot of hardship, and she couldn't stand others wasting their talents.

However, she had a favor to ask of Su Yehao today, so she asked, "Since it's already finished, can you sing it for me? My uncle used to play in a band, and his guitar is still at home."

Su Yehao only asked, "What does your uncle do now?"

"He's a lawyer, a big one, with a law firm in Sheung Wan, mainly handling civil and criminal cases."

"…That's quite a change. Just look at how capable your mother is, and you'll know that your maternal family must have excellent discipline."

"Of course."

Zhao Yimeng was about to continue the topic when she suddenly realized something was wrong and added, "Don't interrupt. What about the song?"

"You're really persistent. I'll sing a few lines then, but I've forgotten some of the lyrics after so long."

Su Yehao tried to recall it carefully, thinking that he could use it as a new song and give it to the female singers under Tianyu Entertainment. So he hummed a few lines to find the tune and sang it a cappella with his hands behind his back:

"Some words don't need to be said clearly, they're meaningless. Please take it as my wishful thinking. I'm completing a two-person game alone that can't be won. Why aren't you satisfied? You say love is only this much, who doesn't have a little grievance? No longer caring about my world when it's raining…"

Intermittently, he had indeed forgotten some lyrics.

But that didn't matter. Tianyu Entertainment now had plenty of talent, so he could just give the fragments to others to complete. The previous few songs were also made in the same way. The revised effect might be even better, suitable for the current pop music style.

Hearing the line, "Who doesn't have a little grievance? No longer caring about my world when it's raining," Zhao Yimeng took it as a true reflection of Su Yehao's thoughts. After listening carefully and savoring it for a moment, she said with a strange expression:

"I've known you for so long, yet I seem to know nothing about you. On the surface, you're an unromantic chauvinist, but I didn't expect you to be so delicate. No wonder Nangong Tian and Jiang Yu are so devoted to you. If I were also a sentimental woman, I might have fallen for your tricks too."

"…"

Su Yehao smiled and didn't explain much, only saying,

"The movie *Myth*, starring the two of them, is released tomorrow, and the two theme songs are also from my hand, but the singers are not me. Remember to bring more people to help me boost the box office, so the opening day's box office won't be too bad. There are many competitors, Rong Ge, Fa Ge, and others also have movies being released now."

After listening to Zhao Yimeng, Su Yehao smiled and said, "That's not enough. How about giving some movie tickets to the employees as a New Year's reward?"

"…As long as you tell me where to invest next, I'll pay out of my own pocket to buy two tickets for all Donghuang Group employees."

"That won't do, it's too cheap for you. One radish, one hole. Telling you the news to make money would earn you several or dozens of times more in minutes. You want to use some movie tickets to get rid of me? Buffett's lunch, without talking about investment topics, can still sell for two or three million dollars. I'm your advisor."

Zhao Yimeng was speechless and said, "You're really narcissistic. You actually think of yourself as a stock god."

"That's right, the old stock god hasn't earned as much as I have in recent years, so I should call myself...the God of Stock Gods? Looking back, when have I ever given you bad advice? The internet is hot, the mainland real estate market has also risen, and there are some messy investments. Even Baoya Jun and He Shaofan have earned a lot with me. Your grandfather asked me to teach you how to do business, and the first lesson is that there is no free lunch in the world."

Su Yehao was half-joking and half-serious.

He hadn't thought of what benefits he should ask her for yet, but in the past, he had always been wasting his efforts. Now it was his turn to retaliate, and he didn't plan to let Zhao Yimeng succeed so easily.

Mentioning Buffett's charity lunch gave Su Yehao some inspiration.

The fame of this gimmick was too great. Each year it was held, it was equivalent to helping the old stock god personally advertise globally, constantly establishing Buffett's position in the investment circle.

Su Yehao thought that he was also doing asset management business and might also be able to prepare a charity auction dinner.

Last time in Pengcheng, Coal Boss Wu bought 100 million RMB of the fund and learned that the coal industry still had development prospects. A few days ago, he had someone send some gifts as a thank you, saying that he and several friends had partnered to take over several coal mines.

The A-share coal sector listed companies collectively rose sharply, and he had disturbed the trillion-dollar market with a few words. After the news that he was optimistic about the chain home appliance sales industry spread, it also attracted countless funds to pour in, and the influence was evident.

If Su Yehao personally held a charity auction dinner, the wealthy bosses in the mainland would probably not refuse to give him face…