They parted ways at the pier.

A round-faced girl drove up in a Porsche and picked up Nong Qingying.

She even called a truck to haul away those several large boxes of handbags, clothes, jewelry, and so on.

Everything except the wedding ring.

Aunt Hua returned all of Nong Qingying's belongings to her.

Nong Qingying didn't care at all about a two-carat diamond; she would rather leave it with Aunt Hua as a memento.

It was only ever a fake marriage.

There was only benefit, with no emotional involvement.

According to her, Aunt Hua intended to arrange a marriage for her younger son, which forced her to put on this show.

Unfortunately.

Man proposes, heaven disposes, and in the end, an accident occurred, and he died young.

After getting off the boat.

Su Yehao stretched and yawned. Driver Ni had already brought the car over.

He originally wanted to go find Yin Liuli.

After calling, he learned that she was watching a movie, having just entered the theater, so he simply let her finish the movie and went home first.

The pier was only about a five-minute drive from Panlong Mountain Villa.

When he got home, he found his old man in the living room, playing cards with some friends at a table.

It was smoky and full of cigarette butts.

Perhaps because he was winning, Father Su was in a happy mood when he saw him come back and said, "Son, meet these uncles. They heard you're opening a restaurant and they all want to come and support you."

Su Yehao's expression stiffened when he saw the middle-aged man with a mole on his face.

He remembered that when the accident first happened, this was the guy who barged into the Lisboa Hotel room with his old man, saying that his son was promising and had lost more than three hundred million investing in new drugs.

This man was named Qiu Wanfeng, one of the small shareholders of Lisboa.

His main business was developing real estate in Singapore, and he was also involved in the financial market, with considerable wealth.

His old man was responsible for introducing him, and Su Yehao greeted each of his friends one by one, with a smile on his face, fulfilling all the proprieties.

Then they chatted about selling a house.

Hearing the price of fifty-three million, Father Su nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.

It was just an idle asset anyway.

It didn't matter if there was one more or one less house; no one lived there anyway, so it was just sitting there.

Learning that the money had been taken by his wife to invest, with the account in Su Yehao's name, Father Su didn't say anything more.

A burly uncle took the lead in stuffing thirty thousand yuan into his hand.

Including Qiu Wanfeng, the other uncles also started giving Su Yehao pocket money. Not taking it would be disrespectful.

In a few words, he actually received more than one hundred thousand yuan.

Su Yehao was still dizzy as he went upstairs with the cash in his arms.

Being able to come to his house to play cards and chat with Father Su was enough to show that their status wasn't bad, and they had some strength.

None of them were short of this thirty or fifty thousand; it was just a greeting gift.

After returning to his room and counting the money, he found that there was a total of more than one hundred and forty thousand yuan.

Su Yehao finally realized that his "intermittent ambitions" were being eroded by this decadent life, and the pocket money felt like it had been blown in by the wind.

Thinking back to the past.

How hard and serious he worked.

Except for occasionally slacking off, he was generally positive, had goals, and had pursuits.

And recently?

He was spinning around beautiful women, and his ambition had been stifled by tens of millions of savings and a luxury house.

His life rhythm had also been disrupted, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​studying hard for the sake of the twenty million startup capital.

Lying on the bed.

With a large pile of cash beside him, Su Yehao began to plan for the future.

First, study hard and get into a good university.

Second, wait for the newly bought shop to be transferred, and then start busy with renovations, hiring chefs, and training employees.

Third, earnestly investigate money-making opportunities and strive to be self-sufficient.

Never again lie on his own mountain of gold and silver, but take every step practically, relying on his own efforts to achieve success...

After considering these things, Su Yehao's dream returned.

He decisively went to the study, found his textbooks to review mathematics, and buried himself in solving problems for more than an hour.

Until Yin Liuli called and said that the movie was over, asking if he wanted to have dinner together.

A Ferrari F50.

Quickly drove out of the Su family's manor.

This is the so-called "intermittent ambition"...

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He didn't get home until twelve o'clock last night.

As a result, Su Yehao was especially Buddha-like when he went to school on Monday morning.

His steps were unsteady as he walked towards the teaching building.

Huang Zewen was in high spirits, back to his old self.

He came to Su Yehao early in the morning, jokingly saying that he was very grateful, and his family's stock price had risen ten points.

Regarding this.

Su Yehao didn't bother to care. He read the newspaper in the morning, and the article described the Su family as "a lizard shedding its tail, selling off to survive."

By the way, it was sarcastic, saying that it was fortunate that Sihai International wasn't listed, otherwise the shareholders would definitely lose a lot.

Temporary gains and losses, there was no need to argue with Huang Zewen.

Anyway, the Su family's crisis of suppliers demanding debts had been smoothly overcome, and they were currently watching with cash in hand, very stable.

Before class.

Gao Feng also ran to find Su Yehao to talk about the transfer matters today, seemingly afraid that Su Yehao would temporarily go back on his word and not want his three-story building, so he was cautious.

This matter had already been handed over to a lawyer to handle. Learning that the transfer could be completed today, Gao Feng immediately came back to life, overjoyed.

This morning.

The third and fourth classes were both music classes.

The music teacher was a man in his fifties with glasses and gray hair.

This teacher's English name was Figo.

The students liked to call him "Big Fei-ge."

Private schools.

The benefits were good, but the salaries were all paid by the students.

The parents' learning committee even had the power to fire teachers.

In a prestigious school like Donghuang Rose Middle School, teachers' tolerance for students was extremely high.

Calling him Big Fei-ge in private was no problem at all.

Regarding the resignation of mathematics teacher Yang Zibo a few days ago, they only felt that the guy was stupid from reading too much, and it was difficult to feel sympathy for him.

Afterwards, a group of teachers discussed and analyzed in the office.

They felt that if it was just targeting Linda Yun, that was one thing, but he actually provoked a young master of Su Yehao's level, which was tantamount to asking for trouble, losing his mind, and courting death.

Just as class started.

Teacher Figo clapped his hands to attract attention and said:

"In a few months, Hong Kong City will hold a celebration. With the help of our honorary principal, we have secured the opportunity for our school to record a choir performance to celebrate the ceremony. It may be broadcast on television, and even included in a special record."

The students in two classes were sitting together in the tiered lecture hall for class.

Learning that there was an opportunity to appear on television instantly ignited the students' interest, and they talked and discussed among themselves.

Su Yehao planned to catch up on sleep. He wasn't interested in music class.

However.

He only heard Teacher Figo continue to say:

"For this reason, our school's board of directors has specially taken out one million Hong Kong dollars to invite songs from major record companies in Hong Kong City, and purchase songs that meet the requirements. They should buy two or three songs, so the choir can find many students to participate this time. High school freshmen and university preparatory students can also join. There are a limited number of choir places, and I will notify you when it's time to sign up."

While pondering about that one million Hong Kong dollars.

Su Yehao was suddenly named by the music teacher while he was in a daze.

"Also, some of you here may not know that Su Yehao was mentioned by name in the *Hong Kong City Morning Post* the day before yesterday. Someone compared him to a Hong Kong City superstar."

Figo looked at him and continued, "I didn't expect that our class actually has a musical genius hidden! This really makes me overjoyed. Can you write your own songs?"

Taking credit for other people's songs.

Su Yehao had never done such a thing, and he didn't have such a thick skin.

He knew his own abilities, and he didn't really want to admit it.

But once he didn't admit it, there was no way to explain the origin of the songs.

He could only bite the bullet and answer, "...I guess so. I just sing them for fun."

The class suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Yu, who was sitting in the front row, turned around, her eyes full of surprise, thinking, when did he learn to write songs?

Bucky Jun and He Shaofan suddenly started booing.

They shouted separately:

"I've heard it! It's very good!"

"Brother Hao! Sing one! Sing one!"

Su Yehao, with cold sweat on his back, glared back fiercely, signaling them to shut up quickly.

Last Saturday morning.

The *Hong Kong City Morning Post*, under the instructions of the editor-in-chief, published a provocative article.

However, Su Yehao wasn't very famous.

Hong Kong City singers were also unwilling to offend the wealthy for no reason.

No one followed up to stir up trouble, so of course, not even a ripple was made, and it was covered up by numerous pieces of news.

Music teacher Figo happened to hear about this from a friend, and asked at this moment, "Su Yehao, would you like to come up and sing a song? I have a guitar here."

Su Yehao decisively waved his hand.

Deliberately lowering his voice, he said, "Unfortunately, I have a cold, my throat is hoarse, maybe next time!"

"Report, teacher, I have a cassette tape of him singing. I recorded it all that day!"

In the classroom.

A crisp voice rang out.

The girl who spoke was none other than Miss Vera, who owned a bar.

She was wearing a small round hat and a school uniform today.

The white girl, with distinct facial features, was in the most beautiful age.

Many male students were melting when they saw her.

Su Yehao was dumbfounded on the spot.

He looked at the white girl who was speaking, who seemed a little familiar.

Sighing, he thought:

"I was just about to muddle through, we're not familiar, why are you causing trouble..."