White clouds hung low, and the sky was a clear, unblemished blue.

Bathed in the bright sunlight, the aftereffects of last night's drinking became apparent. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he quickly got into the car.

Su Yehao wasn't yet aware that he had become the target of attention from various parties.

He still thought his life was ordinary and low-key.

In reality, however, Huang Zewen had discussed the matter with his parents after returning home last night and was planning to pry more information from Su Yehao.

The ambitious businessman Huang Jinfei had even begun preparing to strike at the Su family, hoping to stir up the waters and, like a jackal, tear off a piece of meat for himself, while also kicking the Su family, a competitor, a few times.

And Zhao Yimeng, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, was gritting her teeth, thinking about pulling Su Yehao in to clarify the scandal and try to set the record straight.

Miss Vera, elegant and proud, unexpectedly thought of Su Yehao in her dream last night.

She dreamed that Su Yehao was holding a guitar and singing love songs, just like a dazzling superstar, radiating light and irresistible charm.

The dream was so vivid that Miss Vera pondered for a long time after waking up in the morning. Finally, she asked the housekeeper to help her get her Donghuang Rose Middle School uniform… She regained her confidence and decided to go back to school to continue her studies.

The thought of possibly meeting Su Yehao again filled Miss Vera with a bit of anticipation, and her mood suddenly brightened…

The headquarters of the *Vegas Finance News* received a large number of calls today, more than twenty in total, all asking whether it was true that the eldest daughter of the Donghuang Group was pursuing the son of the Sihai International family. The focus of their concern was whether the news was accurate.

Among these people were securities firms, stockholders, fund managers, and even Zhao Yimeng's suitors.

The person who called was also a young master, whose family had considerable influence in Hong Kong and a special status.

After learning that it was just a rumor circulating among classmates, he scolded the editor-in-chief of the *Vegas Finance News* without any regard for his feelings.

However, the editor-in-chief, who had suffered an unwarranted disaster, was still quite happy. Rather than causing conflict, he was obviously more worried that no one was paying attention to his newspaper. With a daily circulation of only forty to fifty thousand copies, it was rare to have such a lively situation. He could barely count it as having caught an exclusive news item.

Meanwhile.

A tabloid reporter named Song Zhe once again came to the Suhe Bar and began to cozy up to the security guard who had just started his shift.

Song Zhe didn't actually have a formal job. He was affiliated with a TV station as an off-the-books employee. Occasionally, he would work as a paparazzi, taking photos of celebrities and wealthy businessmen, and he could sell them through channels to earn a meager living.

He spent some time, offering cigarettes and stuffing money.

After almost wearing out his tongue, he finally negotiated a price of five hundred yuan to allow him to go to the monitoring room and copy the segment of the guest singing on stage last night.

Afterward, Song Zhe realized that he had been screwed. There was surveillance footage but no sound, and the person wasn't very clear either.

He didn't know how much money this kind of footage could sell for, and he might even lose money. His expression was one of heartache.

At the entrance of the steamed bun shop in the old street, Ge Banxian continued to munch on a vegetable bun.

The reason he was eating steamed buns again was definitely not because he liked them so much, but simply because they were cheap.

While feeling wronged, he inadvertently remembered the young master who had stuffed a hundred yuan into his hand yesterday.

He rummaged through his pockets to find the number, wondering whether to call or not. He felt that something was a little off about this matter.

Mainly, he didn't think that a wealthy young man who could spend four thousand yuan on incense would be interested in a second-rate fortune teller like him.

But he was really desperate.

Finally, he made up his mind to call Su Yehao and give it a try.

As long as it didn't involve lust, selling organs, or serious wrongdoing, Ge Banxian felt it was okay. After all, the neighbors in his village now thought he was doing well outside, and he was too embarrassed to go back in disgrace.

And he could no longer stay in Vegas. He had been in arrears with his rent for more than a month and was on the verge of becoming homeless…

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The Rolls-Royce was driving in the traffic.

Jiang Yu and Su Yehao were sitting in the back row, and Su's father was also in the passenger seat. He happened to be going to the golf club on Taipa Island to meet a client to discuss business.

At this moment.

Su's father turned his head and said to Jiang Yu with a smile:

"Stay at our house for the next few days and help Xiao Hao with his studies. Also, keep an eye on him at school and call me if anything happens. Your uncle will protect you! This little rascal won't dare to act wildly!"

Su Sihai was a rough man. He spoke in a gangster-like manner, and he had been dealing with a group of construction workers for many years, so he really couldn't be too gentle.

Thinking of something, Su Yehao changed the subject and asked, "Let's talk seriously. If I get into college on my own, how many benefits will you give me?"

"Hmm?"

"Recently, I've had some vague entrepreneurial ideas, but I'm really short of funds. Why don't you give me some money and let me try my hand? Maybe there will be a surprise. I'm a business genius."

"..."

After hearing these words, Su's father was silent.

He inexplicably recalled the classic argument his friend had made a few days ago: "It's better to start a business than to be a spendthrift."

Eating and drinking wouldn't cost much, but getting involved in entrepreneurship was a whole different story. It was simply a bottomless pit.

He really didn't want to pick up on this.

But after all, he only had one son, and he was no longer a child. It seemed good to let him hone his skills in advance.

In Su's father's view, it was nothing more than opening nightclubs, karaoke bars, and the like. He thought he knew his own son's abilities relatively well. He certainly wouldn't have the ability to be like his friend's son, who returned from studying abroad and researched new drugs, losing more than 300 million in one go and making a big joke.

Therefore.

Su's father said:

"I was originally planning to donate 20 million to Hong Kong University to send you to school. Your mother would prefer you to study in the UK. She has acquaintances there. How about this… if you really have the ability to get into a university on your own, even if it's a garbage school, I'll accept it and give you 20 million Hong Kong dollars to go and make your own way."

Jiang Yu seemed expressionless, but she was actually quite depressed.

Twenty million Hong Kong dollars was more than she usually came into contact with.

Su Yehao was overjoyed, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "It's a deal!"

His father rubbed his forehead and added, "Don't be too happy too soon. With your grades, I'm too embarrassed to mention you outside. It's not easy to make money these days, and there are great risks in doing anything, so you have to learn to be frugal."

It was already pretty good for others to be rewarded with three to five hundred for doing well in exams, but he was actually getting 20 million Hong Kong dollars!

Su Yehao was in a great mood and didn't listen to this advice at all.

What was a starting line? What was a life winner?

He finally had the chance to experience the taste of "ordinary family," "having nothing," and "regretting having money."

Of course.

He hadn't received the start-up funds yet, and he hadn't figured out what to do with the three million or so he had on hand.

He felt his pocket. Inside was a famous watch he had won back last night. Since he didn't know the model, he couldn't figure out how much it was worth, but he guessed it wouldn't be too cheap.

He took out the watch he had won to take a look. It was a Vacheron Constantin Patrimony series minute repeater perpetual calendar watch with the number 30020, with a gold case.

He was thinking of going to school to ask his buddies how much it was worth.

When he arrived at the school.

As soon as Su Yehao got out of the car, he saw more than a dozen people holding microphones and cameras running toward him, and a barrage of questions about Zhao Yimeng were asked one after another.

He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

He had really never experienced this before…