"Haha, that feels great!"

"That Golden Fatty, he spent a lot of time badmouthing me outside not long ago. He was so arrogant before, now he's got a real headache!"

"I sold forty houses, many of which were old clients found by the sales staff when the project was in my hands."

"Seven or eight people have already requested refunds in just one week, and the remaining houses definitely won't sell! I was smart to run away in time!"

The speaker was Father Su.

On the evening of May 31st, he was sitting casually on the sofa, chatting with his old friend Qiu Wanfeng.

Su Yehao squatted not far away, teasing the cat.

It was a Himalayan cat with a small black face and blue eyes. The newly bought little guy had been kept in a cat café, but was constantly bullied by other cats and even scratched its ear.

Yin Liuli already had a chubby golden chinchilla.

Su Yehao asked around and found that Nong Qingying wanted one, but she had returned to Hong Kong for the short term.

Therefore, he had no choice but to temporarily keep it at home and ask the nannies to take care of it, and then give it away as a gift when she returned.

Hearing his father praising himself, Su Yehao secretly rolled his eyes. As the real behind-the-scenes hero of the whole thing, he believed in two words – be low-key.

Qiu Wanfeng, an old tycoon with a mole on his face, said:

"In the past, high housing prices relied on confidence. Everyone thought housing prices would rise, and everyone thought that someone would take over the assets sold by the British, seeking stability. But I didn't expect housing prices to rise to what they are now. Although the trouble seems to be in Thailand, Hong Kong will definitely have problems this time. How much do houses in Thailand cost? How much do they cost in Hong Kong? There's no comparison at all. It's like being hit on the head to wake you up. You ran away at the right time, escaping from the mountaintop."

Father Su continued to pat himself on the back, waving his hand and saying:

"No, no, it's just good luck. I敏锐敏锐 sensed that the wind direction was wrong. After all, I've been in business for so many years, and I'm okay when it comes to investment vision. I can't compare with you, Lao Qiu. You cleared out Hong Kong stocks at the beginning of the year and made a fortune."

The two old men were complimenting each other in private.

Su Yehao wanted to get up and leave, not acknowledging this father.

But they occasionally talked about the Pengcheng cultural tourism project, and Qiu Wanfeng seemed to have investment intentions, three to five hundred million being no problem.

Judging from their previous conversations, Su Yehao wasn't the only smart one.

Su Yehao was prescient because of his memories, but Uncle Qiu, who cleared his positions at the beginning of the year, was purely relying on his vision and experience.

No wonder his son, Qiu Yaohe, lost more than three hundred million in new drug research and development, and then got another two hundred million to do some ghostly pager agency. The Qiu family has earned a lot in recent years... but I don't know if it's enough for his son to start a business.

Considering that the mainland pager still has a bit of a market, he reckoned that it was impossible to lose all two hundred million, but it was also unlikely to make money.

According to news in the newspapers, Nokia 6110, with the built-in Snake game, was about to be released in the second half of the year. The small, simple-to-use style was now the pager's last moment of glory.

Uncle Qiu's son, Qiu Yaohe, was determined to find Bird to get the regional agency rights.

In Su Yehao's view, the best outcome was nothing more than messing around and working in vain.

Currently.

The clouds were gathering.

The ducks were the first to know when the river warmed in spring.

The Hong Kong real estate market was panicking, and Hong Kong stocks began to plummet.

It hadn't been long since Soros attacked the pound in '92 and the Mexican peso in '95. People had a deep understanding of the harm that international hot money could cause.

The bubble in the entire Southeast Asian financial market was too big, and it was not new for people to find gaps and stare at it.

The stock price of Berkshire Hathaway, which Su Yehao invested in, had risen by about eight points since he bought it, which had a certain relationship with the return of international hot money to the United States.

Some time ago, Yahoo's stock price rose sharply for a while.

Now it was fluctuating slightly, basically holding the $34 price level. Its performance was increasing month by month, and it would rise again sooner or later.

The Southeast Asian financial crisis in his memory was just a gust of wind away.

The Su family had buildings and other assets in Central, so they would inevitably be affected. Fortunately, most of the big money had already been cashed out and secured.

The layout wasn't to Su Yehao's liking, but it was already pretty good. At least it wouldn't be a major setback.

As for the Huang family behind Huang Zewen.

In order to buy a building, they cashed out a lot of stocks, avoided one pit, but stepped into another.

At least they had a house in hand, so it was inevitable that they would feel the pinch for a while, but they wouldn't be discouraged. They were just spitting out some of the money they had earned...

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More than ten days ago, when he visited the art exhibition, Miss Vera promised to give Su Yehao the largest painting, "Blooming Peach Blossoms."

Now that the exhibition was over, she sent the oil painting as promised.

Miss Vera herself didn't come in person, but found a logistics company to deliver the goods.

After receiving the call, Su Yehao was slightly worried about such a large oil painting.

Inside the house.

Father Su was still chatting with Uncle Qiu.

Su Yehao paid out of his own pocket and asked the logistics company to directly transfer the painting to the Shangfeng Shangshui mansion in Hong Kong.

The workers asked for a hundred yuan tip, and had just carried the painting off the truck when they happily carried it back onto the truck, and the small truck disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Thinking of calling Vera to thank her, Su Yehao realized at this time that he didn't have her phone number.

Jiang Yu, Zhao Yimeng, and Vera had formed a small group at school, and often went to the bathroom together after class. Su Yehao had seen it more than once.

He should be able to get Vera's phone number from Zhao Yimeng.

However, Su Yehao always felt weird.

He was planning to let Zhao Yimeng go free, but he hadn't completely let her go yet. Calling her to ask for another girl's number would inevitably make Little Zhao Yu suspicious.

It was definitely safer to be cautious...

He would thank Vera in person when he went to school.

Watching the truck drive away.

Speaking of the Shangfeng Shangshui building in Hong Kong, Nong Qingying had to be mentioned.

Su Yehao sighed deeply.

At that time, he didn't know her, and the relationship wasn't so close.

To put it carefully, he was the one who sold the top-floor property worth more than fifty million to Nong Qingying. Seeing that the value of the property was about to shrink, he couldn't explicitly say, "I sold the house to you to take over in order to avoid the pit."

Moreover, now that people were not optimistic about the Hong Kong property market, it was quite difficult to sell it to outsiders.

A house worth tens of millions wasn't a few tens of thousands. People chased the rise and killed the fall, and countless second-hand houses swarmed into the trading market. Potential buyers were not in a hurry at all, and would not choose to invest in real estate at this time.

Just thinking that this girl would definitely be teary-eyed and say something like, "I'm just a little rich woman who owns a house worth thirty million," Su Yehao had a headache.

It didn't matter if outsiders fell into the pit.

Everyone relied on their own vision, and if they failed, they could only blame themselves for being unlucky.

But now that she was considered his woman, this matter seemed a bit unkind and somewhat unjustifiable.

Scratching his head, he pondered for a moment.

Forget it.

What's mine is yours.

Su Yehao thought to himself: Anyway, the house has already been used by her to borrow money to invest in Yahoo stocks, so she can earn it back in no time.

On the other side.

Nong Qingying had just received a call.

A merchant she had contacted beforehand told her that a brand new 49-meter fishing boat was for sale, priced at 5.2 million Hong Kong dollars.

She felt that Yahoo's stock price hadn't risen much in the past half month, and it was probably at its peak.

It would be better to cash out a portion and use it to show filial piety to her parents.

So as not to continue to be at odds with her parents because of her previous arbitrary decision to marry and not invite her family.

Fortunately.

She contacted Su Yehao first, and wasn't stupid enough to sell Yahoo stocks directly.

Otherwise, adding insult to injury, Nong Qingying would be teary-eyed again...