Chapter 11 Late Night

Chapter 12 Duck

It was late at night on the 11th when they finally checked into the Wangfu Hotel after a long journey.

By the time they registered and settled into their suite, which was more than one hundred and sixty square meters, it was already the 12th.

A spur-of-the-moment trip.

Seemingly comfortable, but also tiring.

The even more tiring part was actually yet to come. By the time they went to bed, it was nearly three in the morning, so Su Yehao didn't wake up until ten-thirty the next morning.

When he got up, the buffet breakfast was long gone, so he and Nong Qingying simply walked a few hundred meters to Quanjude in Wangfujing to eat duck.

Nong Qingying had been there once before.

She only found watching the chef carve the duck interesting, and the taste was so-so.

This time, accompanying her man, she didn't complain. After all, Quanjude had other dishes besides Peking duck.

The two of them wore newly bought coats—Nong Qingying in a mink coat and Su Yehao in a thick cotton jacket. They walked along the snowy roadside, small snowflakes falling on their hair. The weather forecast was accurate for once, and it really snowed.

Nong Qingying shrank her neck, unaccustomed to the sub-zero temperatures, and complained, "The hotel has cars, and there are taxis at the door. Why are we walking against the cold wind like idiots? I didn't bring any makeup, how do I look?"

"Don't you like snowy days? It's only a few hundred meters. You look as pretty as usual, just a little flushed from the cold."

As a southerner, Su Yehao hadn't seen snow many times either.

Nong Qingying continued, "I can't take it anymore, my feet are cold. Let's hurry to the restaurant, and then go shopping after we eat!"

They happened to encounter an old man riding a pedicab. Su Yehao waved him down, and after learning that they were going to Quanjude, he only charged the starting price.

Without any shelter and the speed being too slow, it was still cold riding in the pedicab.

The cold wind rushed in, howling into the carriage, and the old man got up and pedaled hard.

He looked to be about sixty years old, and Su Yehao was afraid that he would collapse with too much effort.

When they arrived at their destination, Su Yehao casually pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and said cheerfully, "It's cold today, grandpa, go back and rest. Keep the change as a tip."

The old man was worldly-wise and had heard the two of them speaking Cantonese along the way.

He assumed that Su Yehao was trying to impress the girl and deliberately putting on a show. This kind of good thing was rare, so he happily took the money and said, "You're a true philanthropist! The girl will be lucky to marry you and enjoy a good life in the future! This is nothing, the weather will get colder later, but today I can add a few more dishes, thank you! You're a good man!"

He said a few nice words.

Carefully putting away the money, the old man scurried away, probably afraid that it would be taken back. The pedicab was even faster than before.

Su Yehao had specifically withdrawn 50,000 yuan in cash when he was in Pengcheng, and hadn't spent any of it along the way, so he really didn't have any small change.

It was a trivial matter. He took Nong Qingying's hand and walked into the restaurant. The warm air rushed towards them, and they immediately felt alive again.

It was over twenty degrees in Pengcheng, and minus seven or eight degrees here.

The temperature difference was too great, and they weren't used to it yet. He rubbed Nong Qingying's hands, and they were led to a table for four by the waiter.

After ordering from the menu.

Su Yehao smiled and said, "It's really cold. If we really buy a house here, after it's renovated, we can come here often for vacation. You can learn Mandarin when you have time. Most of KOKO Ventures' business will be in the mainland."

Nong Qingying knew how much Su Yehao valued the mainland market, and thought it was influenced by his family.

She had long known that Sihai International was acquiring land in the mainland, with amounts even exceeding those of many large developers in Hong Kong. The Hong Kong media had been discussing this a lot, and it frequently made the newspapers.

Having not yet tasted the sweetness of investing in the mainland, Nong Qingying was actually very skeptical about the development prospects of KOKO Ventures, and told him:

"The Great Wall covered in snow must be beautiful. Mandarin is too difficult, my tongue always gets tied. Isn't it enough to know English?"

"It's best to learn it, so you don't end up like those silly foreigners, easily getting scammed."

Drinking hot tea, Su Yehao continued, "Let's go shopping today, visit the Forbidden City this afternoon, and go to the Great Wall tomorrow? Tonight, I'm meeting with Yinhai for dinner. If you can't understand Mandarin then, you'll just have to sit there and space out."

"I'll just eat, you guys can chat. Anyway, there's only so much business, it's all the same no matter how much you talk about it."

Nong Qingying rubbed her hands.

They had just been frozen, and were now red and itchy.

Looking at the current mainland market environment, the consumption potential isn't high enough, and the per capita income is average. Apart from the advantage of a large customer base, there really aren't many highlights.

Many industries are in the early stages of development, and the real estate market is the same. The policy of welfare housing allocation hasn't been completely abolished yet, and there are only rumors about it so far.

This shows that the timing of the Su family's entry into the real estate market and Su Yehao's entry into the Internet market was indeed very early.

Suddenly thinking of something, Su Yehao smiled:

"That's right, if we don't count tourists from Hong Kong and abroad, the total wealth of me and my family, even if we're not the richest in the mainland, we can still rank in the top five, right? I wonder if anyone has compiled these statistics. Anyway, I haven't heard of anyone particularly rich. Hurry up and admire me."

"Yes, yes, yes, Young Master Su is the richest, then can you urge the chef to hurry up and serve the food, I'm really starving."

"...Drink some water first, the saying goes, 'Even a dragon can't suppress a local snake.' The waiter may not give me face, and it may actually be slower if I rush them. The duck has already been roasted, so I guess we won't have to wait too long."

Su Yehao wasn't sure whether his family's strength made them the richest in the mainland.

However, there probably wasn't anyone in the mainland right now with over two billion in their account like his father.

If he was willing to sell, Su Yehao could easily cash out more than 500 million Hong Kong dollars. Assets and cash can't always be equated, and besides, Sihai International and the Earl Medical Group weren't listed, so he suffered a bit of a loss when calculating his net worth.

If all his assets were here, getting the title of "Son of the Richest Man" would basically be a sure thing.

Although it wouldn't be of any substantial help, thinking about it still made Su Yehao excited and feel very satisfied.

As long as he was willing, his strength was enough to get him into certain small circles, and he would be very popular.

But Su Yehao came to the capital with the idea of traveling and relaxing, and didn't like to flaunt his wealth.

Others want resources and good projects, but these problems aren't difficult for Su Yehao. Naturally, he prefers to make a fortune in silence and live his own peaceful little life.

If he wanted to show off, he would have done so in Casino and Hong Kong, why wait until now.

More than ten minutes later, the duck was finally served.

It was peak time, and the chef responsible for cutting the duck neither introduced it nor deliberately showed off. He efficiently sliced the duck meat for them.

Wrapping the duck meat with scallions and sauce in a thin pancake was all about enjoying the fun of eating.

After the old copper pot and boiled mutton were brought, Su Yehao abandoned the remaining duck meat in favor of the hotpot.

Not far away.

Sun Daxian, a reporter from *Xinlian Zaobao* who had recently been promoted and transferred back to the capital, was entertaining a colleague who had returned from another region.

The reporter Sun had interviewed Su Yehao at Donghuang Rose Middle School and had caused the "ten billion investment" story, indirectly leading to Su Yehao connecting with Yinhai, and Su's father also actually coming to the mainland to invest in a cultural tourism city.

They hadn't seen each other for half a year.

Sun Daxian inadvertently glanced at Su Yehao, and the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed. Finally, he couldn't help but come over, getting closer to continue looking...