After the principal and reporters left, Su Yehao led the others to rehearse again.

No matter how they practiced, the accent was still difficult to get rid of, sounding a little strange compared to the original.

Fortunately, Su Yehao didn't have the habit of nitpicking. He felt that as long as people in the mainland could understand it, it was fine, and quickly announced the end of the rehearsal, to be continued tomorrow night.

He was happy.

Su Yehao felt from the bottom of his heart that he had helped his old man, and if he could really find some good projects, wouldn't that be a big win?

Whether it's real estate, the Internet, or Maotai distillery, they are all investment directions with great potential. Entering any of them would not be a loss.

He was completely unaware that he had inadvertently put his old man on the fire to roast.

At present, the mainland economy is gradually prospering. There is no shortage of smart people with brains, but there is a great lack of money to start businesses and expand. Even small vendors dream of chain expansion, not to mention the various industries that are waiting to be fed.

And the project conditions Su Yehao mentioned are so general, and the amount of funding is so large.

One can imagine.

Once the news is really reported, what kind of effect will it have? If it weren't for the need to apply for a visa to come over, I'm afraid the Su family's threshold would be trampled down...

After inviting Xin Lian News Agency for an interview, the Zhao family's goal had been achieved.

Zhao Yimeng didn't bother to care too much.

She found a chance to get close to Su Yehao, and told him with a smile, "Hey, my mom said she will give you six hundred thousand. She should contact you in the next few days."

"Really?"

Su Yehao was a little surprised.

He thought that with an extra choir, he would only get 500,000 Hong Kong dollars at most, or even less.

Although he wasn't so short of money anymore, many habits had already been formed and couldn't be changed just by saying so. He still habitually used his previous life's salary to measure wealth.

He had been busy for a few days, just copying a song. It was all the income for the previous four or five years. He always felt that the money was like a windfall, too easy to be true.

The money given by his parents was incomparable to what he earned himself. This time, he relied on his true skills to earn it back with his own hands.

Zhao Yimeng pondered for a moment, with a strange expression and a suppressed smile, she added, "But my mom said she would call your mom first to ask if she should give the check to you or directly to her."

"?????"

As expected, Zhao Yimeng was not disappointed.

Su Yehao's smile instantly froze on his face, as if it could be blown away by the wind, quite wonderful.

In this moment.

He thought of the day he held his nose and was led by his mother to the financial company the week before last.

He had been paying attention to the stock price trends recently.

In just one week, Yahoo's market value had risen by 3.2%, while the two financial products during the same period had hardly moved, Berkshire &/



It wasn't just inviting Su Yehao, even He Shaofan and others were planning to bring along.

Nangong Tian had always been blatant and generous about liking Su Yehao, so how could she neglect his friends.

Usually on the road.

Su Yehao drove steadily.

Upon learning that he could go to a professional track, he immediately agreed.

After they left the school, they went to an arcade in the LC district. Nangong Tian followed along and sat on the stool to accompany Su Yehao.

Retro equipment, retro environment, familiar and unfamiliar *Street Fighter*.

Wasting youth, how wonderful...