Holding a wine glass in hand.

Su Yehao tasted the Louis Roederer Cristal champagne in his glass. It was smooth and refreshing, with a rich aroma.

He wasn't the host today, but people rarely encountered him in public, so they all came to say hello, making it lively and crowded around him.

The Tang family had been operating in the upper circles of Hong Kong for many years. Many people knew his mother or his grandfather, and some considered themselves elders, treating him with friendly attitudes.

Compared to other super-rich people in Hong Kong, Su Yehao indeed lacked a bit of awe-inspiring presence.

It could be said that among the billionaires in Hong Kong, he seemed to be the most approachable. After all, he looked like a young man in his early twenties, and he had mainly developed his career overseas, engaging in high-tech and financial investment businesses.

Like other well-established business tycoons, they had all come through great storms, leaving behind illustrious reputations, inevitably appearing unapproachable.

In contrast, Su Yehao made so much money almost without anyone noticing.

His rise was too short and too smooth, so much so that before the outside world had time to react, he had become one of the richest people in all of Hong Kong.

Looking at the entire Hong Kong.

Now, the only businessman who could compete with Su Yehao in terms of net worth seemed to be old Li.

In the early years, British capital withdrew on a large scale, selling off assets in Hong Kong at a frenzied pace, including assets like Hutchison Whampoa. Old Li took them over at low prices, and has since made a fortune. Even the real estate bubble and the financial crisis didn't affect him much, and his stock price rebounded quickly.

Perhaps for tax avoidance considerations, or perhaps thinking it was best not to flaunt his wealth.

In short, as far as Su Yehao knew, the Li family had already transferred many assets to various family foundations, decentralizing operations and continuing to invest externally.

It had to be said that Su Yehao admitted that he still had a lot to learn from these cunning old foxes who prepared multiple escape routes.

At this moment.

A slightly overweight middle-aged man wearing glasses approached, his hair dyed with two streaks of red, wearing a floral shirt.

When he saw Su Yehao, he immediately said in a familiar manner:

"Hey? Prince Hao, I just happen to want to talk to you about something. Could you lend me thirty or forty million U.S. dollars for a short-term loan? How about I pay you back double that next year?"

Su Yehao was appreciating Miss Vera's new work.

In front of him was a giant oil painting, three meters long and two meters wide, depicting clouds dyed pink and a sky with a blue tint.

He couldn't specifically say what was good about it, and the content was particularly simple, but the color scheme looked particularly comfortable to him, with a girlish, dreamy feel. Nearby were three similar works, all called "Evening Sky by the Sea," forming a series, and the frames were also particularly large.

He was just about to talk to Vera, ask about the price, and buy them all to take home for decoration.

Hearing the other party's audacious request for thirty or forty million U.S. dollars, he turned his head, looked at him, and smiled, "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"You don't recognize me?"

The slightly overweight middle-aged man was instantly embarrassed and introduced himself, "The Star North Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui is mine, Lin Jiushan."

Su Yehao thought for a moment, but still had no impression.

Since gaining fame, there had been no shortage of people wanting to borrow money from him. He had long experience in how to refuse, and immediately said:

"Oh, bank loan interest rates are quite favorable now, much more affordable than doubling in a year. I'm afraid of trouble. I don't lend to people I don't know, I don't lend to situations I don't understand, and I don't lend money I'm not sure I can get back. You should leave such a good money-making opportunity to others."

He finished speaking with a perfunctory smile.

Turning his head, he left, not giving the other party another chance to speak.

The so-called experience of refusal meant being firm and ruthless, saying no to everyone, most afraid of being too soft-hearted.

Su Yehao didn't know this person at all, so it would be strange to agree.

Besides, the other party dared to say he would pay back double in a year, which was obviously a bit abnormal. Someone like him with assets and good credit would usually have banks scrambling to lend him money. How could he ask a stranger to borrow money?

This Lin Jiushan wanted to follow, but was stopped by Su Yehao's bodyguard. The surrounding people looked curiously, and after finding out who it was, they immediately didn't care and wore mocking expressions.

Nangong Tian wandered around, taking the opportunity to meet several colleagues in the entertainment industry, all film company bosses or directors.

She saw the scene just now and asked Su Yehao, "What's Lam Tsai Lin doing, do you know him?"

"I don't know, he just came up and asked me to borrow money, tens of millions of dollars. Do you know this guy? Lam Tsai Lin?"

Su Yehao was thoughtful.

It was said that you can only give the wrong name, but not the wrong nickname. Being labeled with the words "Lam Tsai" (rotten kid) already gave an idea of the person's character. No wonder he looked so unreliable.

Talking about gossip, Nangong Tian instantly perked up, her eyes shining, and said:

"Do you remember that news last week, about a person being stripped and tied to a utility pole? That's him."

"Rumor has it that this guy was so infatuated with a married woman that he was taken to Malaysia and slaughtered like a pig, losing more than 400 million gambling. His father used to be quite wealthy in Tsim Sha Tsui, but he probably knew what kind of person this guy was, so before he died, he handed over the assets to others to manage, only giving him 100,000 yuan a month. Now he's being forced to repay debts."

"Also, Brother Hao, a few days ago, in order to get the inheritance as soon as possible, he even threatened to jump into the river, gathering a large group of reporters, causing a huge uproar. You don't know?"

Speaking with "咩 (me)" at the end, it sounded very cute. Su Yehao shook his head and said, "I rarely read the entertainment section. There's a lot of random news every day. Even if I read it, I forget it."

……

He found Vera and talked to her about buying the paintings.

Learning that each "Evening Sky by the Sea" painting cost 280,000 Hong Kong dollars, Su Yehao readily chose two that he liked.

With Miss Vera's reputation, the price seemed a bit high, but it could be seen that her gallery was trying to promote her. If the price was set too low, it would affect future development.

After agreeing to have the two oil paintings delivered after the exhibition, the gallery's manager didn't forget to take this opportunity to tap his wine glass to thank Su Yehao, while also boosting Miss Vera's reputation, proving that her work did indeed have a market.

It was always more difficult for newcomers to get started. Zhao Yimeng and Jiang Yu also bought their favorite oil paintings to show their support.

Vera was very famous in school, so many old classmates from Tung Fung Rose School came today. Not to mention Bucktooth Jun and Zhugan, even Huang Zewen rarely showed his face.

This was the first time Su Yehao had seen him again since his study trip to England two years ago.

When the two made eye contact, Su Yehao didn't know what Huang Dashao was thinking. His eyes were full of melancholy, disappointment, and envy, and he actually chose to lower his head and slip away.

Last year, the Huang family suffered heavy losses in the stock market, and the projects contracted in Southeast Asia couldn't recover the final payment because the developers went bankrupt, directly collapsing the capital chain and greatly damaging their vitality.

Only two years after graduation.

Most of the classmates in the same grade were still in the stage of studying.

But Su Yehao, who didn't play by the rules, left everyone far behind, shining brightly like the sun at its zenith...