Just learning that his old man's investment had failed, causing an immediate loss of over a billion Hong Kong dollars, Su Yehao's heart clenched.

After combining this with information he found online, realizing that even with such a massive loss, his family would still have more than a billion or two left, he finally felt a little relieved.

Looking at the blonde-haired guy in front of him, a series of questions flashed through his mind.

The first question: Who is this moron gloating in front of me?

After a brief recollection, Su Yehao vaguely remembered that his name was Huang Zewen, and his family was involved in construction, real estate, and finance.

Due to the strained relationship between their families, the two had practically become enemies, engaging in open and covert struggles at school for years. He was the core figure of another small faction, and the guys around him were Huang Zewen's lackeys, who often bullied others at school.

Of course, Huang Zewen had a terrible reputation among the students, but Su Yehao wasn't much better, merely the pot calling the kettle black.

Their test scores often landed them in the bottom two, competing for the title of worst performer, depending on who had worse luck.

Their family fortunes were also evenly matched, making it difficult for either to completely suppress the other.

Today, the guy surnamed Huang had seized the opportunity and was waiting for Su Yehao at the school gate.

The second question was clearly more important.

Su Yehao was wondering what kind of business his old man had invested in, in Hong Kong, that could lose so much money?

Judging from Huang Zewen's words, the news seemed to be spreading only within a small circle, indicating that it had just happened recently.

As the only son, with the clear expectation of inheriting Su's father's wealth, Su Yehao was particularly concerned. He was planning to quickly find out the details to see if anything could be salvaged.

Although he hadn't studied finance or ever run a business, and his biggest investment was only buying twenty thousand yuan worth of funds through Alipay, which he quickly regretted and sold at a loss...

That didn't stop Su Yehao from transforming into a "master of strategic planning" in 1997, with an unparalleled understanding of the future landscape. He was practically a top-tier strategist, far more visionary than Jiang Yu's old man.

Too lazy to argue with a kid like Huang Zewen, Su Yehao quickly asked Jiang Yu, "Did something happen to my dad's business? Do you know anything about it?"

Jiang Yu felt a sense of disappointment, and she retorted, "My parents have been worried about this lately, and your dad is also very troubled. How come you don't know?"

Jiang Yu's dad worked as a strategist, while her mom was the chief financial officer.

The two families had been working together for many years, with a close relationship, and Su's father had great trust and regard for the couple.

Su Yehao detected a hint of sarcasm, scratched his face, and said, "If I knew, why would I ask you? I've been busy studying lately. My dad probably didn't want to bother me."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu's mouth twitched, hardly believing that he would actually focus on studying.

She sighed deeply.

Jiang Yu told him, "In the past few years, the Hong Kong property market has been doing very well. Uncle Su and two friends pooled together 4.5 billion Hong Kong dollars to buy land and invest in three high-end residential projects, located in Kowloon City, Wan Chai, and Mid-Levels. Especially the high-end project between Victoria Peak and Central, which alone cost about 2.7 billion Hong Kong dollars."

The more Su Yehao listened, the brighter his eyes became. Others might not know, but he knew that after this period of pain, once Hong Kong truly returned and weathered the upcoming financial crisis, the property market would rebound significantly, continuing to reach new heights.

He hadn't specifically researched it, only had a general idea, but he had watched a lot of TV dramas and news, and vaguely remembered some things.

"At least there are still houses and land, so it can't be considered a complete loss, right?" Su Yehao said.

Knowing her limits, Jiang Yu didn't contradict him in front of outsiders, adding, "The problem now is that one of your dad's friends wants to withdraw his investment, and the other friend isn't willing to take over. Three or four years ago, your dad just built a building in Central and didn't have enough cash on hand. The bank isn't willing to lend money at this time, and if he uses real estate as collateral, they think the risk is too high, and no one wants to buy houses."

After listening.

Su Yehao understood roughly.

The key issue was that a partner wanted to withdraw his investment, and the houses built with so much money were sitting there, temporarily unable to be sold. Moreover, his old man couldn't come up with enough money to buy out the partner and hold onto the properties, so the project might fail.

In his previous life, he had never owned a house and had always dreamed of buying one. He was quite familiar with real estate projects, after all, he was like a supervisor, even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

Just as he said, at least there were houses in place, and there was still a chance for a rebound.

The family's situation was indeed tricky at the moment, but it wasn't yet a matter of life and death. There were definitely problems, but most could be solved with some thought.

Thinking of this, Su Yehao's mood immediately calmed down. He waved his hand and said, "Small trouble, it's nothing. I thought we lost money in stocks, or the company went bankrupt. With houses in hand, even if we hold onto them and collect rent, it's not a loss. I've always wanted to be a landlord, collecting money in sacks until my hands are sore."

Huang Zewen didn't hide his disgust and continued to kick him when he was down, saying:

"A Hong Kong tycoon took a helicopter to inspect his properties and impulsively jumped from the helicopter. You're probably not far from jumping out of a helicopter either. My dad is smart, he's made seven or eight hundred million from stocks in the past two years, and it's still rising. Follow me in the future, and I'll give you a sip of the soup so you won't starve to death."

Looking at Huang Zewen, Su Yehao thought of the famous Southeast Asian financial crisis, which seemed to happen around the time of Hong Kong's return.

He thought that it would be best if he didn't sell and got stuck with the losses.

Su Yehao smiled and replied, "If I jump, I'll definitely take you with me..."

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Walking towards the school.

Su Yehao was preoccupied with thinking about things, remaining silent.

The new campus, built just a few years ago, had large areas of green lawn, with neatly arranged palm trees transplanted from other places.

The students were uniformly dressed in school uniforms, full of youthful energy and vitality, and everything seemed particularly wonderful.

Some students over the age of eighteen even drove their luxury cars to school. In just a few minutes, four or five Ferraris drove in from the gate, no wonder it was called a noble school.

Rarely seeing Su Yehao so quiet, the focused look on his face when he was seriously considering things made Jiang Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It had to be admitted that Su Yehao's appearance was indeed handsome.

Jiang Yu comforted him, "Don't be too anxious. Your dad has many friends and will definitely find a way. A Hong Kong company is already considering acquiring the properties and is currently negotiating, but the offer is too low. There will definitely be some losses, but Uncle Su is still young, as long as he doesn't lose his vitality, it's fine."

"I'm not worried, if we lose here, we can just earn it back."

Su Yehao's mentality was excellent. Anyway, no matter what, he had made a huge profit in this rebirth. It was just the difference between being particularly rich and being extremely, extremely rich.

Staring at the two girls walking in front of him, he looked again and again, and he smiled and sighed, "So white and long, youth is so good. If there were a gust of wind at this time, it would be amazing. Who could resist the fluttering skirts of eighteen-year-old girls?"

"...Although it's very perverted, compared to what you used to say about wanting to strip them off, this is already very sophisticated."

Jiang Yu was inexplicably annoyed and quickened her pace, ignoring him.

Seeing Jiang Yu's back.

The legs under her short skirt were even whiter and longer.

Accurately sensing Su Yehao's gaze, Jiang Yu turned her head instantly, and sure enough...

She spat lightly and shouted, "Hurry up! We're going to be late!"