The silver Flying Lady emblem of the Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit was clearly visible on the hood.

The back seats were spacious, with plenty of room between the driver's seat and the knees of the person sitting in the back.

He now had the Ferraris and McLarens he had always dreamed of, and even a luxury car like a Rolls-Royce. More than the physical enjoyment, it was the psychological satisfaction that made Su Yehao feel deeply comfortable.

Just like what he said before.

He now had the heart of an ordinary person, but not the fate of one.

A look at his wallet told the story: bank cards, plus a thick wad of cash, mostly 1,000 pataca notes, totaling more than 30,000 patacas.

Inside his backpack, he had the keys to several supercars, but no textbooks. Instead, there were condoms, a wad of cash, and a folding knife with a Damascus steel pattern.

When Jiang Yu saw Su Yehao pull out the knife, she looked shocked and asked, wide-eyed, "Are you crazy? If you bring something like that to school, you'll get expelled if the teachers find out!"

"...I was cutting an apple last night, and it must have accidentally fallen into my bag."

Su Yehao was speechless himself.

After all, normal students didn't bring knives to school, let alone a whole box of Durex condoms and a wallet and backpack with a combined total of 100,000 patacas in cash.

That amount of money seemed like a lot, but it was only enough for him to drink a couple of times.

Sometimes when things got lively with a crowd, he could spend it all in one night. Anyway, if he ran out of money, he'd just ask his parents for more; he'd always find a way to get his hands on it.

Staring at the box of Durex, Su Yehao was racking his brains, trying to remember who he'd used them with, thinking about continuing those despicable and unhealthy relationships if he had the chance, like those two from the Lisboa Hotel last night.

As for the old Su Yehao, he'd died a happy death under the peony blossoms, having never suffered in his life from childhood to adulthood; his life could be considered complete.

Jiang Yu clearly didn't believe the "apple cutting" story. She'd also seen the things in Su Yehao's backpack, and her face was slightly flushed as she glared at him.

Seeing her blushing, Su Yehao immediately misunderstood and tentatively asked in a low voice, "This box...you..."

He turned his head and carefully sized up Jiang Yu. She was also wearing a school uniform, but she was wearing a skirt.

She had long legs, a slim waist, and fair skin. While not exactly a captivating beauty, she could still be called pure and lovely, the kind of small beauty who would be a school flower and secretly admired by many boys.

That kind of beauty from student days would quickly disappear after a few years of struggling in society.

Su Yehao stared at Jiang Yu, observing her carefully, thinking that if this stuff was used on her, it couldn't really be considered a loss.

"Go to hell!"

Realizing his aggressive gaze, Jiang Yu immediately misunderstood. Her fair face turned even redder, and she continued,

"You're starting again, acting crazy. If you want a woman, go find your 'Sugar Baby,' don't even think about hitting on me, or I'll tell your dad you're bullying me again! And after I helped you with your homework!"

"...Who's 'Sugar Baby'?"

Su Yehao really couldn't remember and tentatively continued to ask.

Jiang Yu assumed that he just forgot as soon as he turned his back on someone, pretending to be ignorant.

So she rolled her eyes, handed him his homework, and then closed her eyes to rest, making it clear that she didn't want to talk to him.

Su Yehao clicked his tongue.

He envied his life, but also despised it.

However, he had to admit that he was still a little excited about the days ahead.

He had been in love before, but had broken up several times for various reasons, especially with the one he had lived with for more than three years. They had reached the stage of talking about marriage, but they had broken up over realistic material problems.

Her parents disliked that he had been living with relatives since childhood, with no one to help him and no money. His job was also too hard, running around with projects, sometimes staying away for two or three years. Some things just weren't enough with hard work.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, she had successfully found another partner and gotten married in just two months, which made him unable to believe in love and start to give up on himself.

Now that he was living again, it was a brand new start, with a sense of boundless ambition.

He smiled.

Su Yehao casually flipped through the history homework, discovering that Jiang Yu's handwriting was neat and tidy, almost like calligraphy.

The problem was, it was all in traditional characters. He could understand it, but it would be a bit of a hassle for Su Yehao to write in traditional characters himself.

There wasn't much Chinese homework. The local top schools emphasized bilingual teaching in Chinese and English, and many children were sent to study in England, Australia, and other places from elementary school.

When he was a child, Su Yehao had also studied in England for three years, but he didn't adapt well to the local atmosphere, and his parents couldn't bear to part with him, so he came back.

At this moment.

Su Yehao praised, "The handwriting is beautiful, but it looks like it was written by a girl. Won't the teacher find out?"

He was criticizing her even after she did his homework for him.

Jiang Yu was very unhappy, but she was used to it. She continued to lean against the car door with her eyes closed, saying,

"Are you still afraid of teachers? Anyway, they've already given up on you. Your dad is already considering donating money to get you a place to go to university, which will cost at least thirty to forty million Hong Kong dollars. My dad is responsible for finding a way. He's about to ask you where you'd like to go."

Hearing this, Su Yehao blew his top on the spot!

He said in shock,

"Thirty to forty million Hong Kong dollars? Just to buy me a diploma? Are you crazy! Give me the money, and I'll use every ounce of strength I have to get into a university!"

"You can do it?" Jiang Yu mocked.

"With that much money, I have to do it even if I can't. There's always a solution to every problem. I'm actually quite smart; I just don't want to study."

Su Yehao felt the need to talk to Old Su.

In his previous life, he had at least gotten into a 985 university, exceeding the first-tier cut-off score by more than 100 points, and had also passed the English major test, making him a good student who was not only diligent but also smart.

Although he had been struggling in society for many years and had gradually become a seasoned veteran, he had returned much of his knowledge to his teachers.

But as long as he studied hard and prepared for a few months, he should be able to handle the college entrance exam.

Su Yehao felt that Old Su was crazy.

In his opinion, if he had thirty to forty million Hong Kong dollars, why would he still go to school? Wouldn't it be better to buy two buildings and keep them for rent?

It was really hard to understand the thinking of rich people.

If he could get back the thirty to forty million Hong Kong dollars that would be wasted by studying hard for a few months, Su Yehao would be happy to do it, even if he had to run naked through the crowded Ruins of St. Paul's.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he should talk to his old man.

Perhaps because Old Su was so rich, Su Yehao found it hard to feel uncomfortable about this kind of family recognition.

Although he was a little unaccustomed to it, the bottom line could always be adjusted appropriately depending on the situation. After all, he was no longer a naive young man just starting out in the world.

...

The Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit took them all the way to the school gate.

East Phoenix Rose Middle School was located near the Taipa Island racetrack, close to the seaside. The new campus had only been built a few years ago. It wasn't large but looked very new, with its own small golf course, racetrack, tennis courts, and so on.

It was almost time for class, and there were many luxury cars at the school gate.

A custom-made school uniform cost tens of thousands of patacas. It was difficult for ordinary families to get into this elite middle school. Even Jiang Yu, who had excellent grades, had only been given a place because of the Su family's influence.

After getting out of the car, Su Yehao was enjoying the halo of being a rich second generation.

Strictly speaking, his family had been rich for more than two generations. His father, Su Sihai, had been penniless in his early years. He had come to Macao with a broken sampan and successfully married Su Yehao's mother, which was basically marrying into the Tang family.

As early as the 1950s and 1960s, Su Yehao's maternal grandfather was already a well-known tycoon in Macao, mainly engaged in the plastics and pharmaceutical business.

When Su Yehao was a child, he used the surname Tang. Later, Su Sihai became rich and forced his son to change his name from Tang Yehao to Su Yehao, which caused unpleasantness between the two families.

So, Su Yehao was actually a rich third generation. At least in Macao, his foundation was deep, and even if he went to Hong Kong, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

He hadn't been gloating for long when he heard a voice.

A young man with dyed yellow hair, surrounded by several lackeys, said to Su Yehao with a gloating expression,

"Hey, Su, your dad is about to lose everything in Hong Kong, and he's borrowing high-interest loans everywhere. How can you still laugh? It won't be long before this news gets out, and my dad will be riding on your dad's head. It must feel great to lose billions of Hong Kong dollars, hahaha..."