Dare he look down on the millions Han Lie helped him earn?
No way!
Because it wasn’t just a few million, but a stable few million every year, at the very least!
The sa applied to the others.
In the age of high traffic, with internet celebrities on the rise, the clamor online had made too many people lose their grasp of the basic concept of making money.
The reality was, having a capital of ten million and being able to secure a stable profit of 10% annually was already considered a very good business.
Major comrcial banks released internal private banking analysis reports year after year, showing that private banking clients’ deposits far exceeded their personal loans. What did it an to store so much money in banks?
It was all about the high interest on large deposits!
That’s why Han Lie had always firmly believed that private equity was an excellent platform.
If you had the skill to secure stable profits—not too much, just maintaining an annualized 15%—you’d be the king of the hill!
After crunching the numbers, Principal Zhang was green with envy.
Taking advantage of their shared history of carousing, having visited pleasure houses together, he shalessly asked for a favor.
"Han Lie, you’re already herding a whole flock of sheep, surely you wouldn’t mind adding an old teacher like , right? I don’t have much money, but I scraped together ten million by hook or by crook. Please take care of it. To your health! I’ll down this one; you do as you wish!"
Before Han Lie could utter a word, the old fox gulped down the full cup.
Truly shaless.
When you took to indulge in those ’high mountains and flowing waters,’ why didn’t you rember you were my teacher then?
Weren’t you the one mocking for being too reserved back then?!
Ptooey!
Han Lie glanced at Old Zhang. The old man was grinning slyly, winking, and looking towards Pan Ge...
Alright, the man on the spot has more authority than the distant official. I’ll just accept it!
"Teacher, you’re too kind. Since you’re willing to trust , I’ll certainly do my best."
"I trust you, I trust you! Hehehe..."
Old Zhang was beaming, his British three-piece suit unable to conceal his lecherous deanor.
Fei Yangbing, who knew Old Zhang well, teased him with a hearty laugh, "Well, well! How rare! Grandet is actually parting with so of his feathers? Now that you’ve coughed up the money, I can finally rest easy! Hahaha!"
Old Zhang was in an excellent mood and didn’t mind at all. Instead, he started boasting about Han Lie again.
"What does a rookie like you know? I’m being cautious!
Having followed the dostic stock market for over twenty years, I understand its dangers all too well.
How many of my old friends, who could be considered experts, have t their downfall in the A-share market?
If you don’t have the skills, you just end up as a ’leek’ to be harvested once you get in!
Han Lie is different. I’ve personally studied his trading thods and discussed and analyzed them with my old friends.
My student doesn’t rely on luck, you know!
Getting a stock pick right once or twice is nothing. But what if he’s right every single ti?
And just look at his strategy and skills in T 0 trading! That’s pure talent; there’s no faking that!
With talent like that, even if he picks the wrong stock occasionally, it’s not a problem. When all is said and done, he’ll definitely co out ahead.
You all know I don’t trust people easily, but Han Lie...
I should have helped him get his private equity fund off the ground sooner!"
Hmph, so it really does all co down to benefits, huh...
Old Zhang, who used to be so aloof and loved to play the gentleman, was now sparing no effort in his flattery.
Of course, it was extrely effective, and the atmosphere at the table grew even more enthusiastic.
However, Teacher Han just kept his head down and ate, determined to maintain his aloof act to the very end.
Pan Ge snickered to herself. She admired Han Lie from the bottom of her heart and felt a sense of pride by association. At the sa ti, she found herself observing the scoundrel more and more intently, mulling things over and over, yet always feeling a sense of unease.
This damn scoundrel is too good at acting, too skilled at putting on a show.
Have I actually fallen for so terrible trick of his?!
She was clearly very distracted, so in Old Pan’s eyes, his daughter seed a bit dazed.
My boy Han Lie is so outstanding, why aren’t you seizing the opportunity? What are you spacing out for?
"Pan Pan, have so red wine with Xiao Han!"
She shot him a glare in return.
Han Lie was a master at seizing opportunities—his skill already past the halfway mark to Level 3. He cleverly replied, "Uncle Pan, Pan Pan and I don’t need all that superficial stuff. We’re already very good friends."
"Good, good!"
Panzi was overjoyed and greatly relieved.
Although Panzi had taken Han Lie to carouse with won before, when sober, he genuinely and wholeheartedly regarded Han Lie as his prospective son-in-law.
He’s capable, a good conversationalist, and good-natured. Aside from being a bit of a philanderer, isn’t he perfect?
I’ll observe him for another three to five years, then it’ll be about ti to push for marriage.
As for the issue of his womanizing... So fathers minded, others really didn’t care.
Pan Shengwu had always been a sowhat old-fashioned and chauvinistic businessman. In his view, the most important quality in a son-in-law was competence—the ability to support a family.
If he could also be faithful, that would be ideal. But if not, it wasn’t a major issue, as long as he took care of the family.
Which wealthy man in his thirties or forties wasn’t a womanizer?
You might find one or two out of a hundred, but are you going to bet on such a stroke of luck?
But the problem was, if you married in your twenties, how could you know what he would be like at forty?
It was better to be open-minded and not get bogged down in trivialities.
In fact, this was fundantally a matter of perspective. Those who truly stood at a higher station in life had seen too much of human nature unleashed and were naturally no longer naive.
Old Pan wasn’t naive, and Pan Ge wasn’t particularly naive either.
She rolled her eyes at Han Lie again and launched a sudden, probing question, "Oh really? Just how close are we?"
Damn it!
Han Lie’s heart instantly lurched with a strong sense of foreboding.
Has she figured it out?!
Though inwardly flustered, Han Lie managed to steady himself, carefully observing the subtle details of Pan Ge’s expression.
After a few glances, he deduced from her minute reactions that she was rely suspicious and hadn’t truly confird anything.
Phew...
Thank goodness for this new talent; it’s so damn useful!
Simply put, Pan Ge’s sudden question was intended to ascertain whether Han Lie’s previous behavior had been a ploy to ’maintain distance.’
If it were a ploy, Han Lie would surely not dare to admit it now, and his response would betray him.
If it weren’t a ploy, and he genuinely didn’t mind laying things bare with her father, he would undoubtedly act naturally.
Pan Ge’s sudden gambit fully showcased her shrewdness and intelligence.
To quantify it, this girl had at least eight hundred sches brewing in her mind.
Too bad for her... I’ve got a thousand.
Right in front of Panzi, Han Lie gave Pan Ge a roguish smirk and whispered, "We’re so close we even share a girlfriend. Isn’t that close enough?"
WHOOSH!
Instantly, Pan Ge’s ears turned beet red.
"Shut up! You despicable rogue! Are you insane?!"
She was utterly flustered, pinching that scoundrel’s thigh hard under the table while hissing her rebuke in a low voice.
She was terrified her father would realize what was going on; then, back ho, he and Old Zhao would surely give her a joint lecture.
But in reality... Old Pan’s attention wasn’t on the two of them at all.
As a top tycoon and the hub of his social circle, he was incredibly busy, with little ti to notice the minor tiff between his daughter and his ’younger brother’ Han Lie.
Not to ntion, Han Lie had deliberately lowered his voice, making it inaudible amidst the din of the dinner table.
Realizing her father hadn’t noticed, Pan Ge breathed a sigh of relief.
At the sa ti, she stopped suspecting Han Lie.
That scoundrel is too wicked, completely shaless. He must genuinely not be afraid of a showdown with my father.
But I won’t allow it!
Dad is entirely focused on pushing out the door. If we really lay things bare, he’ll definitely encourage to move back into the dorms.
Then, that jerk would drag out to get a room every day, and that airhead Ting would surely join in the chaos. How would I fend off their combined troublemaking?
No, no, this won’t do. I need to quickly think of a way to salvage this collapsing situation...
Actually, Pan Ge was quite peculiar herself. Her first thought upon recalling that day’s madness wasn’t anger, but a mixture of excitent and fear.
Excitent first, then fear.
She had barely rebelled before the age of nineteen; it had all accumulated and erupted this year.
If she were a territorial guardian beast, she’d have broken all of Han Lie’s legs by now, even if he had ten of them!
So, it’s true that the world is vast, and reality is often more fantastical than fiction...
As Pan Ge was lost in thought, spacing out, the drinking party gradually drew to a close.
And the final event was—divvying up the money!
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