Su Yi gently shook the middle-aged man's hand and replied with a smile,
"It's quite a coincidence indeed. I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to live here too."
Some time ago, when Fang Xingyuan invited him to dinner at Qingjian Manor, Mr. Zhao was among the guests, so they had met once before.
"I really didn't expect Mr. Su and I to be neighbors,"
Mr. Zhao exclaimed,
"It seems we are very fated."
Su Yi looked past Mr. Zhao, glanced at Zhao Xinqiang, and said,
"We are indeed very fated."
He hadn't expected that Mr. Zhao, who couldn't interject much in front of Fang Xingyuan at the dinner that day, was actually the father of his university classmate, Zhao Xinqiang.
"Is Mr. Su free?"
Mr. Zhao continued,
"How about coming to my house for a sit and a cup of tea?"
Su Yi checked the time and saw that it was already getting late.
He also felt quite tired from moving and partying today, so he couldn't help but decline,
"Mr. Zhao, it might be a bit late now. How about another day? Anyway, our two families are so close, whenever Mr. Zhao is free, can't we just have tea and chat anytime?"
"Alright then."
Seeing Su Yi say so, Mr. Zhao naturally didn't insist, and said with a smile,
"Then another day. I'll always have good tea at home ready for Mr. Su."
"Okay."
Su Yi nodded with a smile.
Then, he exchanged a few more pleasantries with the other party before leaving.
After he left...
When Zhao Xinqiang saw his father being so polite, even somewhat subservient, in front of Su Yi, his entire belief system collapsed.
He couldn't understand what was happening at all.
He couldn't believe the reality he was witnessing.
"Dad, why are you acting like this towards him?"
Zhao Xinqiang asked,
"He's just an ordinary greenhorn, who got lucky and made some money in stock index futures, bought a house, has no foundation, and no background.
At most, he's just an upstart who suddenly rose in Modu, and maybe soon he'll fade just like a comet streaking across the night sky, quickly declining and disappearing among the multitude of Modu's populace. Didn't you say before?
Too young, too inexperienced; even if one gets lucky for a while and earns a large fortune, it's highly likely they won't be able to hold onto it. Given that, why are you so polite and respectful to him?"
Mr. Zhao looked at his son with considerable surprise, recalled the scene just now, and asked,
"This Mr. Su... do you know him?"
"How could I not know him?"
Zhao Xinqiang fumed,
"This guy is my university classmate. I don't know how... this kid was still struggling to find a job a few months ago, working as a law-abiding financial worker. In a blink of an eye, he transformed into 'Mr. Su' with tens of millions in assets."
"Since he's your university classmate,"
Mr. Zhao said,
"then you should interact more with him in the future, get closer, closer."
"What?"
Zhao Xinqiang felt his father's words hit him like a bolt from the blue.
He was stunned for a long while before saying,
"Why should I get close to him? This kid specifically tries to pick fights with me, he made me lose a lot of face today."
"What's face worth anyway?"
Mr. Zhao sighed softly,
"Xinqiang, you should learn to grow up. I'm starting to feel a bit out of my depth now."
"No... Dad, you at least have to tell me why,"
Zhao Xinqiang said,
"Why do I have to swallow this, and why do I have to get closer to this guy?"
Mr. Zhao rubbed his temples, walked into his living room, handed his coat to the maid beside him, then sat down on the sofa, patted the spot next to him, and motioned for Zhao Xinqiang to sit down before speaking,
"I did say before that if one is too young and too inexperienced, even if they get lucky for a while and earn a large fortune, it's hard to keep it. But that applies to the vast majority of ordinary people in this society.
Your classmate is not among the vast majority of ordinary people I mentioned. In this world, no matter the industry, there are always some exceptionally gifted individuals, young prodigies.
It took me, your father, more than half my life to build up this little family business. But do you know when your Uncle Fang, that is, Fang Xingyuan of Yuanhang Group, accumulated assets worth over a hundred million? I'll tell you, he reached your father's current net worth when he was twenty years old.
And it took him less than seven years after that. To completely control the massive sea vessel that is Yuanhang Group."
"I know all this,"
Zhao Xinqiang said,
"I naturally admire and aspire to Uncle Fang's business legend. But what does that have to do with my classmate?"
Mr. Zhao chuckled, and said,
"You said your classmate made a little money in stock index futures. Do you know how much that 'little money' is?"
"It should be around tens of millions,"
Zhao Xinqiang said,
"After all, later on, regulators also began to strictly control the opening of individual accounts for stock index futures, and they were also severely cracking down on malicious short-selling. If my classmate was somewhat rational, he should have stopped when the new regulatory rules for stock index futures came out."
"Tens of millions."
Mr. Zhao shook his head and said,
"You underestimate your classmate."
"No way, a hundred million?"
Zhao Xinqiang's eyes widened, completely unable to believe it.
Mr. Zhao continued to shake his head and said,
"Your classmate has recently made a big name for himself in the stock market, in our Modu financial circle, becoming an influential figure. And the key isn't whether he earned one hundred million or two hundred million, but rather that your classmate has demonstrated an astonishing talent and ability for making money in the financial market."
"That's impossible,"
Zhao Xinqiang said,
"Didn't he fail even the internal trader assessment at Huaxi Capital not long ago? How did he become so famous in the Modu financial circle? And I haven't heard of any major events happening in the industry recently, nor have I heard of anyone named Su Yi."
"That circle of yours..."
Mr. Zhao scoffed,
"Spend less time in such trashy circles in the future."
Zhao Xinqiang was reprimanded by his father but didn't take his words to heart, continuing,
"I really haven't heard of anyone named Su Yi in the industry!"
"For people who both study financial investment, is the gap really that big?"
Mr. Zhao mumbled softly, exasperated,
"Even I, who doesn't play the stock market, know about the 'Financial Street Fuxing Road' trading seat. Don't you know about it?"
"I do know,"
Zhao Xinqiang said,
"Isn't that the trading seat of God A Mr. Qiu? And speaking of which, Mr. Qiu has been amazing recently. Dad, let me tell you, Mr. Qiu's trading philosophy and operational methods for 'Teli A' and the current 'Meiyan Jixiang' stocks are simply miraculous..."
Mr. Zhao sighed softly and reminded his son,
"A month ago, the God A Mr. Qiu you spoke of already handed that trading seat over to your classmate, and declared that from then on, he would no longer use the 'Financial Street Fuxing Road' trading seat for stock operations."
"How is that possible?"
Zhao Xinqiang's jaw dropped when he heard his father's words.
Mr. Zhao said,
"Regarding your classmate, if it weren't for the last time your Uncle Fang hosted him at Qingjian Manor and showed such regard for him, I wouldn't have investigated and learned about these things.
But the more I investigated and understood later, the more I realized that this Mr. Su is truly a dragon hidden in the abyss, with boundless potential for future development."
Facing his father's subsequent words, Zhao Xinqiang didn't clearly hear what they were.
His head was buzzing at this moment, and he couldn't believe that the 'Financial Street Fuxing Road' trading seat, which he had regarded as a stock market legend recently, was actually the trading operations seat of his university classmate, Su Yi.
He felt that his belief system had truly and thoroughly collapsed.
At the same time, he also despairingly realized.
Whether in his father's heart or in the actual financial market, he was far, far behind Su Yi, a difference as vast as clouds and mud.
This made his former sense of superiority from his university days instantly vanish.
"Sigh..."
Mr. Zhao saw the change in his son's expression, sighed helplessly, patted his shoulder, and said,
"The gap between people is huge. We must face this gap head-on. In fact, there's nothing wrong with being an ordinary person. Being steady and accumulating and progressing little by little can also lead to achievements."
Zhao Xinqiang felt the force of his father's pat on his shoulder, snapped back to reality, and wanted to refute, but didn't know where to start.
He only felt that these words were quite jarring and particularly ironic.
Just a few hours ago, in this very room.
His classmate and buddy Zhou Jiahao had also said these words.
At that time, he felt complacent and in high spirits.
But now, he felt like a good-for-nothing compared to Su Yi.
"Dad, your words make sense, but I need to digest them first."
After a while, Zhao Xinqiang replied, stood up, walked into his room, and locked the door.
With his perception suddenly overturned, he felt he needed to properly process and reconstruct his understanding.
"Su Yi..."
In the room, Zhao Xinqiang muttered the name once, lamenting,
"I never thought the most promising person in our class would actually be you!"
Along with Zhao Xinqiang's mumbling, Su Yi couldn't help but sneeze.
He lay on the soft bed, gazing out the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window at the entire bustling night view of Modu, which was spread out before him.
He sniffed, thinking,
"It seems this house, after being vacant for so long, still has a bit of a dusty smell. Tomorrow I need to buy an air purifier to clear the dust in the air."
Lost in thought, he silently stared at the night view outside the window for a while longer.
When drowsiness overcame him, he used the remote control to close the curtains and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, after waking up and seeing the empty room, Su Yi began to busy himself with Modu's major high-end furniture markets, smart appliance markets, and interior design companies, redecorating this, his first house.
At the same time, after finishing these tasks, he called the same domestic helper agency that had previously referred Aunt Liu, asking them to recommend several maids primarily responsible for household cleaning and hygiene.
Then, after reviewing the profiles provided by the agency, Su Yi selected one that was more to his liking.
With a dedicated maid for household cleaning and hygiene.
Aunt Liu could then continue to focus solely on cooking and taking care of Chu Wan's diet and daily life.
After all, now that they had moved to a new house, relying solely on Aunt Liu for grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and picking up Chu Wan, as before, would definitely be too much for one person.
Su Yi spent the entire weekend busy.
And by Monday.
When the market once again officially opened.
Su Yi's heart completely calmed down, and he stared intently at his heavily invested 'Meiyan Jixiang' stock, constantly observing the changes in its market trends.
(End of Chapter)
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