"It's that expensive?" Yang Huai's concept of housing prices was still the same as before. Although he had many properties under his name, none of them were managed by him. Even his house in Hong Kong, from the purchase to the renovation, were all done by his mother.
When he thought about the decoration of his residence, he even wanted to die. The furniture was all red and purple, the lotus, the peony, and the dragon carvings. The only thing that was special was the study room. It was a perfect copy of his fourth aunt's study room. Even now, he still wanted to find the so-called top designer in Hong Kong and beat him up. In order to flatter his mother, he was simply unscrupulous.
"What do you think?" Wu Poxiong scratched his head and said, "Hong Kong's housing market is very tight. Believe it or not, even if my chicken farm goes bankrupt, I can still rent out my chicken coop and earn tens of thousands a month!"
Yang Huai said, "That seems to be true."
The cost of living in Hong Kong was one of the highest in the world, especially when it came to housing. A four-square-meter pigeon coop in a slightly better location would cost several thousand a month.
"That's good enough." Wu Poxiong suddenly laughed. "Why don't you give me some advice?"
"Don't even think about it." Yang Huai hurriedly refused. "I already said this would be the last time."
"Don't, Brother Huai." Wu Poxiong put his arm around his shoulder. "I'm not a greedy person. I promise I'll stop after one last time!"
"Do you really think I'm a stock god?" Yang Huai said firmly. "If you talk to me about stocks again, I'll cut all ties with you."
He was lucky the first time, the second time, but not the third time.
"Hey … Brother Huai …" No matter how much Wu Poxiong called out to him, Yang Huai walked away without looking back.
Old Man Guan and the others made a lot of money. At night, each of them sent ten thousand to twenty thousand in cash. As for the seventy-thirty split, no one mentioned it.
"Hey, that's not right." Wu Pojun defended Yang Huai at the critical moment. "Are you trying to send beggars away?"
"Jun, you know it hasn't been easy for us all these years. We have been robbing the east wall to pay the west wall." Old Man Guan was embarrassed. "We have to make up for the famine." "We have to make up for it."
"Since you can't do it, then why did you make such a solemn promise?" Wu Pojun questioned bluntly.
"I didn't think it through in the beginning …" Shanji, as a man who lived by his fists, was not as thick-skinned as Old Man Guan. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Huai, I'll give you another fifty thousand!"
Upon hearing this, Sister Zhen's expression changed. She rolled her eyes and said to Wu Pojun with a smile, "You haven't even entered the door yet and you're already speaking up for him?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wu Pojun stomped his feet angrily and left.
Sister Zhen and Ah Mei looked at each other proudly.
"Alright, let's leave it at that." Yang Huai put the money on the table into his arms and stuffed it under the sheet. He shooed them away like he was shooing away flies.
Then he passed through the bushes and ran to the beach. When he saw the slim figure, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"How did you know I was here?" She heard footsteps and turned around.
"Because every time you're unhappy, you'll come here." Yang Huai picked up a flat piece of gravel just like her and started playing with it.
"Aren't you angry?" Wu Pojun didn't understand why Yang Huai could still laugh. He was the victim. If they split the money 30: 70, he could get at least a million.
"I just expected it. I don't have any expectations, so I'm not disappointed." He didn't care about the million. In fact, everyone was making his money this time.
"Alright, I'm not as open-minded as you." Wu Pojun shrugged.
"You won't succeed if you work with a suspicious person. You'll be burdened if you work with a good person. Only the sincerity of the world can beat the hypocrisy of the world; only the stupidity of the world can beat the ingenuity of the world. "Yang Huai smiled and said," This is the truth I've known since I was a child. "
"Deliberately making things difficult for me?" Wu Pojun rolled her eyes at him. It was difficult for her to understand Mandarin, not to mention the perfect pronunciation of classical Chinese.
"According to my understanding, people should be sincere and honest. Although they look stupid, they are indeed the smartest people in the world. At least most of the rich people I've met are like this." Yang Huai smiled and said, "At least there are no idiots, and no one tramples on others. It's really not tiring to work with smart people."
Therefore, he was not surprised at all that Old Man Guan and his gang did this.
He was glad that at least he had a reason to refuse them in the future. He didn't need to care about their so-called feelings anymore. After this time, all the feelings were gone.
"Is this another theory you learned from your uncle?" She looked at him with a smile.
"Huh? You know that too? "He was stunned.
"Because you always unconsciously keep your uncle's words on your mouth."
"I don't think so if you don't say it." Yang Huai scratched his head.
"You admire your uncle a lot?"
"The person I admire the most in this world is my uncle," Yang Huai said solemnly, "Since I was young, he was an omnipotent existence in my eyes."
"Is he really as good as you say?" She asked curiously.
"Of course." His uncle was the Godfather of China's business. He clearly remembered what Huang Bingxin, the chairman of the Tsinghua Financial Group, had said. If you want to do business in China, you can do it without Mr. Li, but if you want to do it big and enter the top 100, you can't do it without him. You have to know Mr. Li.
When he was very young, he was familiar with his uncle's image. He wore big trousers, flip-flops, and was sloppy, but no one dared to ignore a single word his uncle said. He was deeply fascinated by his uncle and even imitated his thick Dutch accent and off-key way of speaking.
In the end …
Naturally, it was a success. His Cantonese and English both had a strong Dutch accent …
"If there's a chance, I must get to know your uncle." Wu Pojun dug out a shell from the sand. This time, after throwing it, it hit very far.
"There's probably a chance." Yang Huai was not too sure. If it was in the past, the old men who set up stalls on the street could chat with his uncle, but now, his uncle had fewer opportunities to go out, so it was very difficult to meet him.
"You will leave this place, right?" she suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Yang Huai said, "Why would you say that?"
"No, I'm just asking." She smiled carelessly.
After parting on bad terms with Old Man Guan and the others, Yang Huai completely ignored them. It was already dark. He was about to take a cold shower and go to bed as usual, but he saw Wu Pojun start the car.
"What are you doing out in the middle of the night?" He stood under the car and shouted.
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