I don't know if I ate something bad, but I had diarrhea that night until I was completely drained.

According to Su Yehao's own guess, it was most likely that the plate of raw oysters wasn't cooked thoroughly. It's possible the boss cut corners to sell more oysters.

Oysters and squid - it had been a long time since he'd eaten so much seafood. Plus the ice cream, etc., no wonder his stomach couldn't handle it.

First his back, now diarrhea.

Su Yehao felt a bit unlucky and thought about burning more incense when he had the chance, to turn his luck around.

Chinese people have a very complicated attitude towards these things.

Usually yelling about materialism, but when they encounter trouble, they still think about clutching at straws. No matter which deity it is, as long as it works, even if it's from a foreign country, they'd rather believe it than not. Very open-minded.

He asked the hotel for some anti-diarrheal medicine in the middle of the night, and it worked right away.

So, in the morning, Su Yehao immediately forgot about his idea of ​​going to pray to the gods, as if nothing had happened. He had a bowl of hot fried rice noodles, ate and drank as he pleased, and was once again a lively and energetic hero.

His body wasn't feeling well, but his wealth was pouring in, unstoppable.

After the meal.

Holding the iB...

"...So full that I have nothing better to do, comparing myself to you. Isn't it just asking for trouble?"

Su Yehao said with a smile, comfortable enough to let out a sigh of relief, and then said: "So refreshing, I earned more than a dozen private jets, or two super yachts, twice the size of my dad's yacht, in one night. I'm so happy, let me ask if there are any auctions recently. I was envious of the treasures in the Little Forbidden City Museum yesterday, and now I can pick a few pieces myself as a reward for my hard work."

"...Are you really that shameless?"

Jiang Yu was completely speechless.

He patted the spot next to him, had her sit down, and put his arm around her shoulder. Su Yehao told her, "We're practically family, what's mine is yours. Let's celebrate today. What do you want to eat? My treat."

…

Not only is today's trend good, but the NASDAQ index has generally shown a significant upward trend in the past two years.

Coupled with the Federal Reserve's interest rate hikes, hot money from all over the world is constantly flowing into the US stock market, continuously pushing the stock prices of these high-tech companies to new highs.

In this case, the Y顏文字 (Yan Wenzi) Group's IPO is basically stable.

The roadshow team has successfully held the event in Singapore, and the next stop will be in Paris and London. Su Yehao doesn't feel the need to go. Running such a long distance just to read a manuscript, and his language skills aren't that great anyway.

Since the IPO and listing will be successful whether he goes or not, why waste time?

As for the Tokyo roadshow, it's worth a trip, because he can take the opportunity to meet Nong Qingying, so she doesn't call from time to time to complain that the bed is always cold and her heart is about to freeze.

In fact, Tokyo and Hong Kong are not far away. If she wants to come back, it only takes a little over two hours by plane. She doesn't even need to buy a ticket. He can directly arrange a private plane to pick her up.

Just a daily act of being a tsundere, no need to take it too seriously.

Nangong Tian, ​​who had put on makeup, was about to go out to continue her interviews. Seeing Su Yehao with his arm around Jiang Yu, sitting casually on the sofa, she teased:

"Sure enough, it's very different. You used to hide it a little in front of me, but now, Hao-ge, you've changed. You don't take me, the first young mistress, seriously at all. Second young mistress, are you going with me to the interview, or staying in the hotel to continue enjoying the sensation of banging your head against the headboard?"

"...???!"

Jiang Yu, who was instantly flustered by these words, jumped up quickly and said:

"Of course I'm going with you! Wow, how come I didn't realize it before, your mouth is so sharp, you dare to say anything. If Michelle Dati, the French etiquette teacher back then, heard this, she would definitely punish you to copy the etiquette manual."

The little girl said: "We're practically family, and there are no outsiders here, what am I afraid of..."

Su Yehao smiled without saying a word, mainly thinking about how Jiang Yu didn't refute the "second young mistress" thing. The relationship between them was indeed a little different, not as awkward as before.

He told them, "Then you guys go. I'll walk around and ask where my team is. They're working hard, and if I, as the boss, don't care about anything, it would be too unreasonable."

Relying on the little girl for support, Jiang Yu continued to practice arguing, mocking him:

"So you still know that it's unreasonable. If every boss was like you, we students majoring in business management would have dropped out of school and gone home to raise pigs long ago, to avoid being exploited by you."

Su Yehao said with a smile: "Don't think that raising pigs doesn't make money. A large-scale pig farm is basically like a printing press. Do you know that the current richest man in mainland China made his fortune by raising pigs? The profit makes even me jealous. Maybe one day I'll stop playing with high-tech and invest in pig farming."

"Hmph, I'm ignoring you, Nangong, let's go..."

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, she carried her small black Chanel bag and put on her shoes.

She used sunscreen like it was free, applying it to her arms, legs, and neck.

The little girl did the same.

No wonder they live in Hong Kong, but are fairer than many island girls. It's all from careful maintenance...