Having surplus grain in hand, one's heart doesn't flutter.

Only a few short days had passed since the accident, yet Su Yehao already possessed a mysterious calmness.

Confidence was piled up by a substantial family fortune. He even dared to step on the gas while driving a supercar, no longer felt flustered when seeing pretty girls, and stopped envying others.

His father went out to sign a contract. If the deal was completed smoothly, another worry would be resolved.

In this way, even if the Asian financial crisis that swept the globe broke out, the family would at most lose some money, not enough to damage their foundation.

Driving the Ferrari, he was on the Governador Nobre de Carvalho Bridge, and in another ten minutes he would be at school.

During this time.

Jiang Yu didn't say a word. What happened the night before yesterday caused deep harm to her fragile heart, so much so that she didn't even have the face to face Su Yehao now, and lost her usual little arrogance.

The proud little bantam rooster had withered away forever.

Life was bleak.

Although she hadn't won much in her previous fights with Su Yehao, this didn't prevent Jiang Yu from enjoying the process, and she liked to get the better of Su Yehao.

Thinking of something, Su Yehao took the initiative to break the silence and asked with a smile, "Your dad should be coming back soon, right? I have something important I want to talk to him about. Remember to mention it next time you contact Uncle Jiang, and don't forget to tell him."

Huang Daoxian and Ge Banxian already had a basis for cooperation, which could indirectly influence his father's thoughts.

If he could also reach an agreement with Uncle Jiang and convey some ideas to his father, he might be able to influence his company's decisions to some extent, perhaps turning risks into opportunities.

His requirements weren't high, just that the family shouldn't lose too much money in the financial crisis.

Hotels, office buildings, long-term rental apartments, and golf courses were bound to be affected. He had to think of ways to make up for it from other areas.

As for Su Yehao himself, his goal was to have enough to spend.

He wasn't seeking great wealth, but he also didn't want to be like before, only able to hope his parents would give him some pocket money. He wanted to have his own way of earning money, so as not to be constantly looked down upon by his father and feel like he was living under someone else's roof.

No matter how much money the family had, he couldn't make decisions in the short term. He needed to have some money in his own pocket.

Jiang Yu originally didn't want to answer.

Hearing that it was important, she pretended to be indifferent and mocked, "What could you possibly have? Did you get into trouble again and want my dad to help you put in a good word?"

Su Yehao said with a smile, "Adult matters, you wouldn't understand. Just help me pass on the message. I've been meaning to ask you, why did you crawl under the desk that night? Did you have designs on me and plan to ambush me?"

Hearing him mention this, Jiang Yu's face instantly turned red.

She turned her head to glare, gritted her teeth, and said, "Yeah, I was planning to snip you off!"

"You'd need hydraulic pliers for that."

At first, she didn't react, but after figuring out the connotation, Jiang Yu said angrily, "I'm still a virgin, don't bully me like that!"

"What, *huang gua*...a virgin?"

The little train started, woo woo woo.

How could Jiang Yu's level compare to an old pro like him?

She had lost again.

With her arms crossed, she angrily looked out the window, grinding her teeth.

She could already picture it in her head, quickly spitting, "Pui, pui, pui, pui..."

The school gate was a little strange today.

A group of people were standing next to a white van, holding a banner that read "Gao Feng's Dad, Gao Fa, Owes Money and Doesn't Pay Back, Shameless!" in black letters on a white background.

Not only the banner, but they were also shouting through a loudspeaker, "He owns a supermarket, yet he doesn't pay back the money he owes!", "We just want everyone to know how shameless Gao Feng's dad is!" and other such things.

They were coming to the school gate to demand debt repayment. The young men standing next to the van didn't look like decent people at all.

Many students were gathered at the gate, pointing and whispering.

Su Yehao parked the car by the side of the road and said to Jiang Yu, "This Gao Feng, I think I know him. He's a year below us, right? His family owns three supermarkets, and his family is quite well-off. How could he have gotten involved with this kind of people?"

"You have so many useless friends. If you don't restrain yourself, you'll end up like this sooner or later."

Leaving these words behind, Jiang Yu hurriedly left.

Sure enough, she had the addiction despite being weak.

It was none of her business, so she didn't care.

Still remembering Gao Feng running over to flatter him, Su Yehao shook his head, thinking that this kid was in for a rough time next.

He was of course well aware of how realistic the little guys in this private noble school were, and had to admit that this kind of debt collection method was dirty, but very effective.

The school security started to chase people away. After a while of commotion, the young men got into the white van and left.

Su Yehao also entered the school, and a new day began...

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With his parents' connections, it shouldn't matter whether he went to class or not. The circle was so small that he could always find a high-ranking school official who could help him, and getting a diploma shouldn't be a problem.

After accepting his new life, Su Yehao had already begun to plan for the future. He could be considered a salted fish with ambition, and didn't plan to really lie flat.

Until noon.

After eating, they gathered on the rooftop. He Shao Fan had brought so-called cigars that had been rubbed against the thighs of Cuban girls again.

Su Yehao took a few puffs.

He couldn't help but think of burly men or old grandmas.

He wondered if a woman, if still single after working for thirty years, could still be considered a girl... The taste of the cigar gradually changed, and it was a bit much.

Not long after.

A classmate from the neighboring class, a second-generation rich kid from Thailand.

His family ran a low-cost airline, the kind with seven or eight airplanes. He ran over with a series of cold medicines.

After this Thai classmate named Sonaram gave the cold medicine to Su Yehao, he said that he had just gotten it from the school clinic.

Su Yehao was deeply surprised and asked, "How did you know I had a cold?"

"Brother Hao, when you smoke a cigar, smoke doesn't come out of your left nostril."

Sonaram's face was full of flattery.

He was short and had slightly dark skin. Although his family was a major shareholder in an airline and also owned two chemical plants, he usually didn't have much say.

He Shao Fan: "..."

Bucktooth Jun: "..."

Su Yehao's expression was blank.

He patted Sonaram on the shoulder and said happily, "You're a real talent, kid! I'm very optimistic about you!"

"Thank you, Brother Hao!"

Sonaram was ostracized by the circle and often bullied by Huang Zewen. At this moment, he was hugging a thick thigh and doing his best.

He cut off the end of the cigar and handed it to Sonaram casually. His mind was full of grandmas, so he couldn't smoke it.

The kid was smug, feeling that he had a chance to climb up, and feeling that his future was bright...