His cheapskate old man, Su Si Hai, was undoubtedly a philistine.

Just look at his Second and Third Mistresses. They must have been pretty when they were younger, not to mention the kept woman he had outside.

Su Yehao had seen Fourth Mistress's photo online. Blonde hair, blue eyes, hourglass figure, and in her thirties, she had a charming smile.

He always knew his old man was lecherous.

Although it was a flaw, Su Yehao couldn't use it. He couldn't just find a little enchantress to seduce him; that would be too weird, and he might accidentally end up with a "Fifth Mistress."

If it came out, his mom would beat him to death.

When he heard the sandalwood incense at home had run out, Su Yehao unexpectedly realized that his old man was actually quite superstitious.

He burned three incense sticks for the God of Wealth every day, so the house always had a sandalwood scent.

The fortune-attracting dragon fish at the door, the Bagua mirror, the jade Nine Dragon Wall he often played with, and the mysterious books on feng shui and fortune-telling on the bookshelf were enough to show that Old Man Su believed in this, and not just casually.

The master bedroom where Old Man Su had moved into a few days ago had just been changed, seemingly because the feng shui master mentioned that the north was lucky for him this year.

So he immediately changed the room from the master bedroom to the guest room, and even thought about buying an old house in the northernmost Freguesia de Nossa Senhora de Fátima district of Macau to live in occasionally.

Lost in thought, Su Yehao walked and pondered, realizing he had found a point of attack.

The question was, how to operate?

Three million in his backpack, a watch worth more than two million on his wrist, and luxury cars worth tens of millions under his name were enough to satisfy him.

In the short term, helping his old man save the Hong Kong real estate market was undoubtedly more important than whether he should invest and start his own business.

Su Yehao believed that even if he messed around now, he probably wouldn't earn much money.

But those real estate projects were different. Clearing them out now might earn him more than a billion, but once the financial crisis hit and Hong Kong's housing prices plummeted, he might lose a billion.

The difference between the two was a profit of two or three billion Hong Kong dollars, a terrifying number that suffocated him.

Not to mention that once he earned the money back, he could invest again and buy low, and the profits would snowball... It could be said that whether he could persuade his old man to turn back this time would directly determine whether Su Yehao could struggle less for many years.

His mind was full of money.

He happened to brush past Zhao Yimeng, the young starlet.

Zhao Yimeng had seen Su Yehao before and thought he would be like before, like a piece of gum that couldn't be shaken off, sticking to her shamelessly.

She was ready to ignore him, but she didn't expect Su Yehao to treat her like air and just walk away?

Remembering her parents' implied marriage proposal,

Zhao Yimeng called out, "Su Yehao! Stop!"

Returning to his senses, Su Yehao turned to look at her, noticing Zhao Yimeng with short hair, and greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Miss Zhao. I have something to do, I'll be leaving first."

"..."

Calm and polite, Zhao Yimeng found it hard to imagine this was Su Yehao.

She continued, "Did your parents say something to my parents, wanting to arrange a marriage? I can't..."

Taking the blame again.

Su Yehao was eager to deposit the large sum of cash into the bank before it closed, interrupting her, "My mom seems to have this idea, she thinks you're quite excellent, but I've already refused. I admit you're very beautiful, but forced melons aren't sweet, and I'm still young, I haven't considered it that far yet, sorry!"

"?????"

Zhao Yimeng was stunned, she felt something was strange.

Clearly, she was righteously refusing Su Yehao, but why did it feel like she was the one being rejected?

And sorry, what are you apologizing for?

When Zhao Yimeng came back to her senses, she found that Su Yehao hadn't even turned his head back and had really left.

There were still some students nearby, and their expressions were strange as they whispered to each other.

Rumors spread through campus faster than imaginable.

Not going home after school, when Zhao Yimeng arrived in the classroom, ready to organize the debate team for rehearsals, her friend came over and asked, "Did you just confess to Su Dashao and get rejected? He's so arrogant, didn't he like you a lot before, what happened?"

Another girl with a ponytail also said:

"If the Su family and the Zhao family get married, wouldn't there be a chance to form a multi-billion dollar family? Yimeng, you'd be a multi-billion dollar wife then. As far as I know, Su family only has him as a child, as long as there aren't any younger siblings, the family fortune will all be his!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! It wasn't him who rejected me, I rejected him!"

Zhao Yimeng was completely confused.

She was usually aloof and calm, and her sudden outburst surprised even her friends.

Not long after.

New rumors spread like wildfire again - yearning for marriage, the Zhao heiress lost her composure and broke down after being rejected by Su Yehao, shouting and yelling...

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Randomly finding a card, he asked the driver to take him to the bank.

Master Jiang had returned to Macau, and Jiang Yu had gone home for the weekend, not leaving with Su Yehao.

The lobby manager saw Su Yehao in his school uniform, and at first didn't think anything of it. When he saw the school badge on his chest, he was slightly stunned and immediately smiled:

"A student from East Phoenix Rose School, amazing! What kind of service do you need?"

"Depositing some money."

Su Yehao patted his bag.

The lobby manager looked at the bag, subconsciously thinking there wasn't much money, so he led him to a counter.

After taking Su Yehao's card, he realized something was wrong. It was clearly a card from his own bank, but the manager had never seen a metal card like this in all his years of work.

Before he could examine it carefully, Su Yehao took out a stack of money and placed it on the counter.

A stack of one million, all brand-new thousand-dollar bills. Everyone's eyes were drawn to it. Before the lobby manager could react, Su Yehao took out a second stack and was about to take out more.

This time, the lobby manager jumped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, hurriedly reminding him, "Young Master! Come with me to the VIP room to deposit the money, this place isn't suitable for you. Can I get you a cup of tea?"

The order in Macau had been bad in recent years, and those white masters were deliberately relaxing management, so all kinds of demons and monsters had come out.

Suddenly taking out so much money, the manager was a little nervous seeing the other customers looking over.

Working with money all day, these bank employees thought they were numb to it, but seeing a student in a school uniform casually take out so much cash still left them a little flustered.

He was taken to the VIP room, drinking red tea with dessert.

The lobby manager quietly made a phone call, asking his friend at the Hong Kong head office.

He learned that their bank had specially customized thirty VIP cards made of precious metal palladium, which were given to company bosses with account flows of over one billion, making them particularly rare.

This one of Su Yehao's had been given to him by his mother.

She had also deposited 300,000 Hong Kong dollars as New Year's money, which had been spent bit by bit, leaving only a few thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Even so, these few thousand Hong Kong dollars were still a pleasant surprise for Su Yehao.

More surprisingly, Huang Zewen's three million hadn't been counted at all, and there were nine thousand Macau patacas more after counting.

It wasn't much money, but Su Yehao was very happy, feeling like he had made a big profit again. He also received a set of razors from the bank as a gift, and asked for an extra double-layered glass thermos.

He hadn't made tea in days and needed a cup...