Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Chapter 122: Chapter 108 An'an Doesn't Eat Fish

Han Fei felt deeply insulted.

He hadn't imagined his painstaking efforts to impart business knowledge

would be met with such ruthless mockery.

He sighed again, too many in this world failed to understand him.

Those who truly understood were far too few.

He wanted to start his own business, he wanted to prove himself to this world.

"All of you who look down upon me, there will come a day... do not underestimate the middle-aged and poor."

With a snort.

Han Fei left with his aunt Liu Xiu'ai, as for his girlfriend Lin Jia, it was better off without her.

Wait until he surpasses Penguin in two years, Alibaba in three, and in five, he would knock Bill from the position of the world's wealthiest.

Those mocking him now would only be fit to crane their necks and look up.

Han Fei drove an entry-level Mercedes and said on his way home, "Mom, I am going to start my own business."

Although Liu Xiu'ai was proud of him, she always felt that starting a business was too risky. She advised, "Son, why don't you get a job first, even starting from a lower-ranking vice-president position would be fine!"

"Mom, do you not believe in me either?"

Han Fei looked pained, prompting Liu Xiu'ai to quickly offer words of comfort.

Han Fei continued, "In this era, only starting a business can prove oneself; what's the point of earning a high salary as an employee? Chen Pingsheng started with selling fruit and he made a fortune; why can't I do something similar?"

Liu Xiu'ai thought about it, her son was indeed smart, certainly no less capable than anyone.

Starting a business was nothing to fear, she must support him, even if it meant gritting her teeth.

"Son, what are you thinking of doing?"

"Bike sharing."

Han Fei aimed big, a concept Liu Xiu'ai hadn't even heard of, causing her some worry.

"Son, what is bike sharing?"

"It's a bike everyone can ride."

Han Fei replied impatiently: "Just don't ask, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it. Just sell two of our homes."

"That might not be possible, those are your dad's treasures, he won't let anyone mess with his houses."

"The old man has no vision; the price per square meter near the second ring is almost 60,000 already, there's no room for it to rise further. Sell now while the prices are high, if I'm successful it'll definitely bring back a hundredfold or even a thousandfold return."

Liu Xiu'ai really wanted to ask, what if you're not successful?

Han Fei never even considered that question.

In his mind, his first venture was destined to bring together forces of heaven and earth.

How could it possibly fail?

If he could assemble those who once willingly listened to him, the highly intelligent and like-minded individuals, he was truly the chosen one.

It must be said, his pride ran deep.

In his aunt Liu Xiu'ai's heart, her son was certainly destined to be the wealthiest.

Surpassing Mr. Ma was not a dream, not to mention someone insignificant like Chen Pingsheng.

...

When these two left, the world quieted down.

Song Yanxi propped herself up with a heavy belly, wanting to walk more in the backyard.

Chen Pingsheng supported her, and Song Yanxi gave him a playful glance, "My cousin has always overestimated himself, aiming too high. You belittling him today, who knows what he might end up doing."

"Then it has nothing to do with me." Chen Pingsheng said, smiling: "His family has several houses in Capital City, his life would be more than fine if he doesn't start any ventures."

"What if he wants to start a business, my aunt is just about supporting him, right?"

Song Yanxi thought it was highly possible.

Chen Pingsheng grunted, pondering this possibility, "Then his old man might die of frustration, turning a lifetime winner who's been lying low for decades into an old man restarting his entrepreneurial journey on the streets."

"Sigh..." Song Yanxi sighed softly, though she found her husband's comment funny and likely accurate, she didn't laugh:

"Without ventures, he could live securely with those houses all his life, but with his meddling, no amount of properties would suffice his failures. You don't think our An'an will want to start a business when she grows up, do you?"

Seeing the children of others causing distress seemed quite pleasing.

But their own kid seemed not to be any easier.

Chen Pingsheng snorted: "She wouldn't start a damn thing, with her silly and unwise nature, even shopping without a clear vision, what business could she possibly start?"

"Dad, who are you talking about?"

Chen An'an quietly stood behind him, having just arrived to overhear her dad gossiping about her, which was really not enjoyable.

"Whoever eavesdrops is who I'm talking about."

"Dad, I was praised by the whole class today."

Pride was written all over Chen An'an's face as she placed her backpack, which was bigger than herself, in front of her.

Chen Pingsheng became interested, "What happened? Tell me quickly."

"There was a classmate who said she hadn't eaten durian for a long time, so I stood up and told the teacher that I would treat the whole class to durians and give each of them one too."

Chen Pingsheng: "..."

Is that it?

Is that freakin' it?

Is that freakin' freakin' it that you got praised?

"Do you know how much a durian costs?"

"I know, isn't it just a hundred or two? There are nearly forty students in the class, which adds up to just under a thousand."

Chen An'an said very seriously. Chen Pingsheng nodded and firmly patted her little shoulder, noting that the Little Fart Kid had grown a bit taller.

"Not bad, your math and PE teacher must be teaching well. Tomorrow, dad will give you a thousand bucks, and you go buy forty-some durians from Uncle Zhang Tao."

"Chen An'an, as long as you don't start a business, you can happily calculate like this for your whole life."

What did her dad mean? Surely she hadn't calculated incorrectly.

She didn't know that more than two hundred times forty-something students would exceed a thousand.

To verify her little thought, Chen An'an even turned on her computer to shop.

Useless split pants, and she clicked on forty pairs.

Then the total price turned out to be over nine thousand.

Chen An'an wanted to place the order, but then realized that her balance was insufficient, and her allowance for the month was run out.

Two hundred thousand spent, she could only wait for next month.

Which is just tomorrow, giggling.

...

Song Yanxi wanted him to teach more patiently, but Chen Pingsheng's patience was nonsense, as the Little Fart Kid seemed to have inherited some fearsome talent.

If she likes to squander money, let her. Two hundred thousand a month was enough for her to mess around.

If all else fails in the future, then they would just have to adopt the Xiangjiang approach by setting up a family fund.

Every month, they could draw two million from it, accessible up to their grandchildren's generation.

An'an is still young; if by the time she turns eighteen she still behaves this way, they will have to establish a few dozen mini-goals to handle it without hesitation.

Anyway, the money could not be withdrawn for a lifetime; they could only receive several million a month as spending money.

As a father, he considered himself to have done quite well.

At most, he would add another zero, giving her twenty million a month.

Raising a not-too-savvy daughter was indeed a huge responsibility.

He patted his wife's pregnant belly, hoping the second child would be a bit more cunning.

Actually, as long as a second-generation rich kid doesn't start a business, they can really live quite well for a lifetime.

Chen Pingsheng suddenly came to such a realization.

He took his wife to sit on the swing chair in the courtyard.

Chen Pingsheng asked her, "Honey, what do you think about buying a big Siheyuan in the future?"

"Why are you suddenly thinking about this?"

They had bought so many houses, but indeed they didn't own a Siheyuan. Mostly because they disliked the ones outside the Third Ring, and those inside the Third Ring were unaffordable.

"I just really want to live in one. Having been in Capital City for so many years, if we can't experience living in a big Siheyuan, it would feel like lacking some authentic Capital City vibe."

"If you want to live in one, just buy it. A slightly bigger Siheyuan around the Second Ring costs around fifty to sixty million. Our family's investment is so big this year, I'm afraid we don't have the money to buy one."

Chen Pingsheng shook his head, "Siheyuans worth fifty to sixty million are pretty ordinary, living in those wouldn't be meaningful. If we're buying, we should at least get one worth a billion or two, then spend a few tens of millions to refurbish it. Then you can also experience the feeling of an ancient princess."

A better Siheyuan has seen skyrocketing prices.

Scoring a bargain is downright impossible, only achievable by setting small goals.

Luckily, if he bought one this year, it felt possible for it to appreciate in the coming years.

Chen Pingsheng thought about this, and he decided he must find a way to accomplish it before the year's end.