The plane landed in Lisbon, Portugal.

A motorcade had already been arranged. A super-long version of a Mercedes-Benz picked them up directly from the tarmac and drove them to the Vila family's estate.

The city had flourished since the Age of Discovery, bringing back countless treasures through colonization.

Thanks to their ancestors, Portugal still had some capital to live off. According to the news Su Yehao had seen before departure, the average income was about nine hundred euros, not much different from that of Hong Kong. The pressure of life was slightly less, and the total population was less than ten million.

After driving for more than ten minutes, they saw an ancient castle surrounded by vineyards.

Jiang Yu was also visiting for the first time and asked in surprise, "We're already here? I thought a manor should be in the countryside. It's so close to the city, it's very different from what I imagined."

Su Yehao seemed to remember hearing about it somewhere, perhaps from Zhao Yimeng.

She had said that the Vila family had struck it rich when they encountered demolition, selling part of their ancestral land to the government for the planned financial new city. Afterwards, they used the demolition money to buy the office floor in Central Center, worth more than two hundred million Hong Kong dollars.

Although it wasn't too exaggerated, it could be considered a foundation. The so-called "the predecessors plant the trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade" probably referred to this.

It was estimated that the Vila family's ancestors hadn't expected the city to expand so much in its early years, directly swallowing up some of the small manors that were originally located in the suburbs.

Su Yehao laughed and said, "Although the scenery in the countryside is good, the land isn't as valuable as in the city. If this vineyard were sold, it should be worth a lot. The surrounding environment is quite comfortable and suitable for building villas."

Turning her head to look at him, Vila shook her head, "This is the last piece of land my family has in Portugal. My parents aren't planning to sell it. Because there's no planning permission, even if it's used for a loan, the amount would be very limited."

Linda Yun was devastated by this group of young rich women, and said with a melancholy tone:

"It is said that some declining European nobles, once they run out of money, will pick a treasure from the basement and sell it. Vila, your family's ancestors, weren't they also famous pirates, or wealthy businessmen who sent people to mine gold and silver?"

It was just a casual question.

Unexpectedly, Vila actually nodded and replied:

"According to my family's records, we did own silver mines in South America. We mainly did financial business and also invested in fleets, often going to Casino, 1997. Unfortunately, lending didn't go smoothly, and the family also fell apart. This manor is one of the properties that my ancestors were allotted."

Hearing this, the corner of Su Yehao's mouth twitched.

Situations like her family's were especially common in Europe, especially in England, France, the Netherlands, Spain, and other places. Many nobles from the Age of Discovery had been glorious.

Asia was different, with countless examples of being robbed. At this moment, Su Yehao was thinking that perhaps one or two hundred years ago, his own ancestors had been robbed by Vila's ancestors.

Considering that the Su family's ancestors lived in Zhushi, and the Vila family had businesses in Casino, 1997, it wasn't absolutely impossible.

With this strange thought, looking at her family's red-walled, pointed-roofed little castle, Su Yehao felt that perhaps the silver coins used to build the house back then contained some of the blood and sweat of his own ancestors...

He got out of the car at the entrance of the castle.

Several farmers had just returned from the vineyard, taking off their mud-covered shoes and greeting Miss Vila.

Having been busy sleeping during Portuguese class, Su Yehao could only hear a jumble of sounds and didn't understand a single sentence.

Someone recognized Su Yehao, took off his hat, said something, and bowed to the big boss.

Vila walked towards the house and said, "He's welcoming you. My family doesn't live here often, so life is quite inconvenient. Fortunately, it's relatively close to the city. Shall I take you to find a hotel to check into later?"

The outside of the castle was quite charming, but the interior decoration was just so-so, with red patterned carpets and intricate patterns on the walls. The living room had a fireplace.

Considering that they had already settled in Casino, 1997, and weren't rich enough to squander money, there was no need to make it too extravagant.

The old butler helped to brew a pot of tea, and Su Yehao sat on the sofa and continued to look around.

At a glance, he could see blue and white porcelain vases, as well as Japanese samurai swords, in addition to a narwhal's long horn, and a Middle Eastern-style tapestry.

This style of decoration was no longer popular, but the objects from all over the world still made him find it interesting.

Walking to the blue and white porcelain vase, Su Yehao said in surprise, "Good heavens, there's a sailboat painted on it, and it's a British flag? It's an export porcelain produced in the early years, custom-made by the British. It's probably two or three hundred years old."

Vila said with a smile:

"I remember when I was a child, my father found someone to help appraise it. Some valuable objects were sent to the bank for safekeeping. Among them was a very scary-looking Buddha statue, which impressed me deeply."

Su Yehao was very calm, "What was valuable back then and what is valuable now are two completely different concepts. If it was appraised when you were a child, it must have been at least ten years ago. If there were any Chinese cultural relics among them, the appreciation would be very large."

Now he bought collectibles, not much different from buying cabbage. Even a genuine Van Gogh painting, an oil painting, only cost tens of millions of dollars, not too expensive.

Compared to the small hobby of collecting, investing outwards was the real bottomless pit, such as the generator units of the Three Gorges Dam, each costing about 4.5 billion RMB, and expected to print money for fifty years.

He had already sent people to discuss a plan to cooperate with the Yangtze River Power Company. He would pay for three units out of his own pocket, and then raise money through 5s Asset Management Company to buy another unit. At that time, they would hold shares according to the proportion of investment. They would not be listed for the time being, and wait until they had made some achievements before considering it.

After visiting everywhere, Nangong Tian and the others went to feed the cows and lambs as a group.

Miss Vila was walking with Su Yehao at this time, telling him:

"Starting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, they will hold a small auction at my house. There shouldn't be many things that would interest you, and you don't have to buy anything. My family will be able to get through this difficult time."

Walking forward on the pebble path, Su Yehao said to her, "I know, I can just provide your family with a loan, it's just a small problem. You don't have to worry about it. Maybe I can give you some investment advice, and you'll soon be able to make up for the losses with interest."

……

Strolling around the manor.

There weren't even any grapes in sight this season, so there was basically nothing to do.

After a simple visit, the group went to the Lisbon city to see the night view, go shopping, and taste some local specialties.

In the evening, they stayed in the luxurious five-star hotel called "Olissippo Lapa Palace", built in the nineteenth century. It was located in the fountain garden on the hilltop and had various ancient trees that were hundreds of years old. Standing by the window of the room, they could see the Lisbon night view by the Tagus River.

Su Yehao couldn't sleep late at night, so he simply dragged Jiang Yu to exercise.

The commotion they made tormented Zhao Yimeng in the next room.

Due to the jet lag, Miss Zhao was also not sleepy, and the soundproofing of the old hotel was very ordinary.

This led to Zhao Yimeng only being able to stare blankly at the ceiling, hoping that the next door would quiet down soon, while also having a very strange feeling...