Chapter 58 The Disaster

It was the middle of the night, Pacific Standard Time.

For some unknown reason, Su Yehao's right eyelid twitched wildly. Taking advantage of Yin Liuli being asleep, he went to the study to call the little girl and reassure her.

At that moment.

Nangong Tian was on the other end of the phone, pouting and acting cute, "What are you doing, Brother Hao? Why haven't you paid me any attention for so long?"

"Come on, it's nighttime in America. I was already asleep. If I hadn't gotten up to pee after drinking too much water, I wouldn't have seen your text message."

Su Yehao spouted this level of nonsense with ease, then added:

"I was swamped today. I went to Qualcomm in the morning to investigate, and in the afternoon, I met with Yahoo's CEO. Not only did I have to assist the domestic inspection team, but I also had to deal with matters at Google. Yang Zhiyuan and Masayoshi Son from SoftBank are trying to acquire Google for $1.2 billion..."

Hearing this.

Nangong Tian was instantly distracted and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Wow... then you're going to make a fortune again! Jiang Yu said you were definitely out chasing gold diggers, and wanted me to go with her to Silicon Valley to catch you. I told her that Brother Hao has such high standards. If he were to look at anyone, it would be a beauty like Vera Andrade, right? Why would he look elsewhere?"

Su Yehao clearly heard Jiang Yu's voice, as she exclaimed, "You're going to die! You actually betrayed me!"

Holding the phone, the corner of Su Yehao's mouth twitched. He finally understood why his right eyelid had been twitching so wildly. Sure enough, disaster was brewing.

What if they really took Jiang Yu's advice and secretly ran to Silicon Valley together? Wouldn't he be doomed?

He had a meal with Miss Vera in New York a while ago, and it seemed they still remembered it.

Hearing Nangong Tian mention Vera Andrade, Su Yehao said helplessly, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Vera and I have nothing going on. The last time I contacted her was in New York. And there's no need for you to come all the way to Silicon Valley. I'll probably be back in two or three days..."

After chatting for a few minutes, he made an excuse to go back to sleep and hung up the phone first.

He wasn't sleepy after her scare, so Su Yehao simply turned on the computer. First, he logged into his various financial accounts and checked them. He found that he had lost more than $60 million that day, which was a normal, small fluctuation compared to the total amount.

Investing in stocks was inherently volatile. As long as the overall trend was upward, his returns were still guaranteed.

He casually checked around and was surprised to find that the assets he managed for Meidi Group were worth as much as $240 million. Converted to RMB, that was about two billion, which was hundreds of millions more than he remembered.

Initially, Meidi Group had only given him 300 million RMB in principal. About half of the profits from this investment belonged to Su's father's Sihai International Group, and the rest was earned for the other shareholders of Meidi Group.

If nothing unexpected happened.

Once this money was used properly, Meidi Group would completely secure its position as the leader in the domestic appliance industry. It could be used to build a new headquarters building, solve the funding problem for the mobile phone production factory, and provide additional funds to promote technological upgrades.

Considering the numerous restrictions on technology transfer from the United States to the mainland.

If he could really acquire the mobile phone production business from Qualcomm, Su Yehao would first operate it under the name of a Hong Kong company, and then find a way to provide Meidi Group with components and complete solutions.

As long as Qualcomm could make money, he believed they would help withstand the pressure from other mobile phone manufacturers, after all, they were competitors.

After reading the new emails in his inbox, Su Yehao logged into the Yinhai Weibo website again.

The computer suddenly started ringing non-stop with notifications for private messages, comments, and likes. He casually browsed through them and found that there were many people watching the drama, and even more people cursing.

Some people were just cursing for the sake of cursing, saying things like, "I earn a few hundred a month, how can I afford a new house?"

Su Yehao was speechless after reading it and muttered:

"Do what you can with what you have. Wanting the best without any money is just wishful thinking. Second-hand houses in the city and houses in small towns aren't that expensive, are they..."

He had experienced this era.

He remembered that relatives had bought a piece of land for a few thousand and spent tens of thousands to build a two-story building with a total of more than two hundred square meters, including a large yard.

Millionaires were rare in the 1980s, but now it was 1999, and many people had gradually become wealthy. Families with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands in hand were not uncommon, as could be seen from Su Yehao's understanding of new home sales.

For example, Country Garden launched three thousand new homes in Guangzhou at the beginning of the year, with an average price of around 5,000 per square meter, and they were quickly snapped up.

If each house averaged ninety square meters, the selling price would be over 450,000.

The housing prices in first-tier cities were indeed a bit expensive at the moment, but Su Yehao was only suggesting that those who could afford it should invest in big cities. The housing prices in other small towns were not high, and you could even find places for a few hundred per square meter. Even the housing prices in second-tier cities hadn't risen yet.

Too lazy to reply to these private messages.

Fortunately, the barrier to entry for going online was relatively high at the moment, and there were only a few trolls who started spraying as soon as they came up. Su Yehao couldn't find the switch to disable private messages, so he wrote it down on paper and prepared to give feedback to Leibniz at Yinhai, so he could have someone continue to improve it.

Recalling his time as a supervisor in his previous life, Su Yehao couldn't afford a house in a big city and only hoped to save some money to go back to his hometown to develop.

As for the migrant workers, they were both willing to work and endure hardship. Some who knew technology could earn five or six hundred a day, and their monthly salary even exceeded Su Yehao's.

Continuing to browse the comments.

Sure enough, he saw comments shouting that everyone in foreign countries lived in big villas, or that they could lie at home and receive tens of thousands in relief money every month.

On other Yinhai Weibo content, there were also many exquisite, pro-Japanese, and even anti-intellectual views.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

Even twenty years later, there were still people lying on the ground unable to get up, promoting and shouting for others for free, let alone in this era of huge income disparities.

The country had only opened its doors for a few years, and countless people were dazzled by the outside world, thinking that everything was good and everything was right.

When he saw some posts, Su Yehao frowned tightly, wondering if he had unknowingly created a haven for public intellectuals. Wouldn't that make him an easy target?

Browsing the popular posts again, Su Yehao was filled with anger.

Countless so-called experts finally had the opportunity to show off their skills, moving from forums and blogs to Weibo, treating it as their own preaching ground.

Unlike the rats that everyone would beat in the future, they were still very popular in this era and had quite a market.

What was even more infuriating.

Was that this Yinhai Weibo was actually his own company.

Therefore.

Su Yehao opened his email, found Leibniz's account, and began typing a rectification request.

He wanted them to find a way to increase the reporting function, and design an algorithm to reduce the popularity of certain reported posts, prohibit them from being recommended to others, and even directly ban accounts if there were too many reports.

According to his idea, he was not afraid of offending these people at all, and even hoped that they would not come to Yinhai Weibo at all.

Feeling a little unhappy.

Su Yehao thought for a while and couldn't help but post:

"A bunch of people are cursing me in private messages because they don't have money to buy a house. To this, I can only say that money doesn't fall from the sky, so you should work harder, find a way to earn money and save money to buy a house. This is a valuable opportunity to enjoy the dividends of national development.

The suburbs of first and second-tier cities will also be treasures in the future..."