Chapter 1 The Beginning

It was March in Macao.

The scenery was beautiful, and the weather was pleasant.

This Las Vegas of the East had glittering casinos and high-rise buildings on one side, and a bustling old city with heavy traffic on the other.

It lived up to the saying, "Half city in decline, half city in prosperity." Whether it was the street scene or the scenery in the old city, the vicissitudes one saw were all history. Every night, the neon lights flickered, a scene of decadent luxury.

In a luxurious suite on the top floor of the Hotel Lisboa, which was shaped like a giant birdcage, two fair-skinned girls wrapped in bath towels were shivering.

They were really frightened.

Just a few minutes ago, the person on the bed had clearly stopped breathing. Seeing him come back to life, they couldn't help but be scared.

However, as the person on the bed groaned and sat up, this fright turned into a huge surprise.

One of the long-legged girls with blonde hair, who had once thought she was doomed, now held hands with her companion, and said with a sob, "That's great! Young Master Su isn't dead!!"

As the bath towels loosened, the bath towels they were wrapped in fell to the ground, revealing glimpses of their bodies.

Su Yehao, the young man on the bed, felt dizzy and had a terrible headache due to lack of oxygen.

When his vision finally cleared, he saw this dazzling scene in front of him, two tall beauties standing there, making him instantly think he was dreaming.

But when he closed his eyes and opened them again, it was still the same scene.

He could even clearly see the little cat tattoo below one of the girls' navels.

The young man was instantly stimulated.

A large amount of memory fragments flooded into his head like a tide, and he subconsciously asked, "What happened to me?"

They re-wrapped their bath towels.

One of the girls, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, had fair and delicate skin, as if water would come out with a gentle pinch.

After hearing Su Yehao's words, she came over and said, "Brother Hao, you scared us to death just now. You were too excited and drank a lot of wine. You even seemed to be dead, without even breathing."

"Brother Hao..."

The young man recalled for a moment, and finally discovered an astonishing fact... had he been reborn?

In his memory, he was still a small foreman a second ago, named Su Min, who was tricked by a shoddy construction project and fell off a freight elevator.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw two great beauties who looked like twins, and it was still dark outside.

He reached out and touched the woman's face in front of him, warm and delicate, and indeed a real person.

Su Yehao, or rather Su Min, staggered off the bed and went to the bathroom. After looking at the huge mirror, he found that he had become younger, with a high nose bridge, sword-like eyebrows, and big eyes, a proper young heartthrob.

After splashing water on his face and leaning on the sink to recall everything, he realized that he was only eighteen years old!?

He immediately realized something was wrong, and then looked at the two girls, who were at least twenty-three or twenty-four years old... Good heavens, a young bull eating old grass, and eating two at once.

Apart from admiring "himself," Su Yehao was speechless, and had the urge to take a break and then continue what he hadn't finished.

...

The hotel doctor arrived first and gave him a thorough examination.

Soon after, a thin, old man in his fifties rushed over, followed by several people who didn't look easy to mess with.

When Su Yehao saw him, he immediately knew that this was his father, his own father.

Su Sihai, known as "Fourth Master Su" and "Su the Skinflint," was both rich and stingy. He wore an electronic watch with peeling paint, and had been driving a Mercedes-Benz W140 for twenty years. Rumor had it that even stray dogs passing by the gate of the Su family mansion would have a layer of their skin peeled off by him.

When he saw the old man Su's brick-sized mobile phone, Su Yehao realized another big problem... a brick phone!?

Before he had time to ask more questions, old man Su got angry first and cursed:

"You brat, you don't study properly, and you actually learned to find prostitutes! When I was lying on a broken sampan, I risked my life to build such a huge family fortune, is it for you to squander it?! Day after day! You're going to be the death of me one day!!"

He coughed twice.

Su Yehao was quite aggrieved. At least the current him hadn't even tasted the mutton yet, and had only gotten himself into trouble, at most he had only glanced at the fat sheep.

He hadn't had time to put on his pants, and was hiding in the quilt, leaning against the bedside table, explaining, "I just fainted, I can't stand the excitement, let's talk nicely."

Someone next to old man Su was also busy trying to mediate.

A middle-aged fat man with a mole on his forehead wiped his sweat and said:

"That's right, it's good that he's okay, calm down first. Isn't it good that Xiao Hao is not doing his job properly? Eating, drinking, and having fun, he can't squander your family property in a lifetime. My son is different. He graduated from the prestigious Oxford University, and after coming back, he thought he was better than everyone else, and insisted on getting into medicine. In just two years, he squandered my three hundred million Hong Kong dollars, raising a bunch of people for nothing, and didn't research anything! I wish I could smash him to death with a hammer. Recently, he's been making a fuss about getting into communications. Ten billion might not be enough. So it seems that Xiao Hao is also saving you money."

These words were very powerful.

In old man Su's opinion, it seemed to make sense.

His son was just fond of playing with a bunch of cronies, and giving him two hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars a month for pocket money was barely enough.

In other words, depositing three hundred million Hong Kong dollars in the bank, he could live off the interest alone.

Not only was it enough, but there would also be some extra interest.

Old man Su patted his friend with the mole on his forehead. His anger had subsided a lot, and he said with a smile, "Your son is still good, young and at least dares to venture and fight. Communications are so popular, there must be money to be made."

That's what he said.

Whether that's what he really thought in his heart was another matter.

Compared to whose son was better at squandering money, old man Su felt that his friend had already won, and was far ahead.

He turned to glance at the two girls who didn't dare to breathe loudly, muttering that the brat's eyes were indeed sharp.

Old man Su said with an underlying meaning:

"You're so young, aren't you afraid of being drained dry by them? How can you handle it? It's not certain who's taking advantage of whom. Our family has a high threshold, and ordinary women can't even dream of entering. It's the time to grow up, hurry up and go home, I'll send you back to school tomorrow, don't be busy fooling around all day!"

The scene was a little awkward.

After being tossed around like this, Su Yehao's head didn't hurt anymore, and his drunkenness had also dissipated.

Now he just wanted to be quiet and let old man Su leave quickly, so he nodded decisively...

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Su Yehao took a shower and went downstairs dressed.

The two girls he met at the nightclub had already left in advance, and agreed to get together again when they had time.

He still had some impression of his car, and it was parked crookedly in front of the hotel, with one car occupying two parking spaces.

Old man Su drove a broken Mercedes-Benz, but he was willing to spend money on him.

After all, he was the only son in the family, and he had him late in life. Last month, Su Yehao cried, made a fuss, and threatened to hang himself, and just bought a Ferrari F50.

He asked the hotel to find a driver. He vaguely remembered that his home was in Dragon Mountain Villa near Bishop's Hill. When he was Su Min, he had traveled to Macao and knew that the area near Bishop's Hill was very expensive, and even the Ho family lived there.

He rolled down the car window to feel the breeze. Su Yehao was increasingly shocked as he recalled everything.

He looked at the face in the rearview mirror. His father was a top ten tycoon in Macao. Now it was only 1997, and his assets were already ten figures, as much as more than thirty billion Hong Kong dollars.

He passed by an office building, and vaguely remembered that it was his family's. The five-star hotel next to the office building... also seemed to be his family's.

He stared at the tender face in the mirror again and again.

Su Yehao finally realized that he now had the heart of a loser, but not the fate of a loser.

The shock of rebirth suddenly turned into a huge surprise. Su Yehao couldn't help but grin and laugh foolishly, laughing out loud!

His parents had passed away early, and he had lived in relatives' homes and was often disliked.

He tried his best but couldn't reach the starting line of others. He worked more than ten hours a day, but he was only scraping by.

Now it was different. He finally had the opportunity to enjoy the happiness of the rich. He stroked the Ferrari F50, and it was as wonderful as could be.

Next to him.

The hotel driver who was responsible for driving was startled by Su Yehao's appearance.

He thought to himself, he had long heard that the son of Su the Skinflint was a bit stupid, and now it seemed that the rumors were indeed true...