After Jiang Jianguo died, Feng Shuyao was kicked out of the house by her two sons.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

When the house was demolished, three apartments were allocated, and Jiang Rou barely received the smallest one.

Although she was unwilling, what could she do now that things had come to this?

Lu Ming was quite happy; Jiang Rou had a new house, so the old house could be sold.

Jiang Rou initially disagreed, saying, "House prices are so high now. If we sell the house, it will be difficult to buy another one in the future. Are you not going to get married in the future?"

Lu Ming looked at her with disdain. "I've made tens of thousands of yuan from stock trading over the past few years. If I could increase my investment, I could definitely make a lot of money. Besides, housing prices are so high now, and people are complaining about it. It's impossible for them to rise any further."

I'm selling my house now while prices are high, and I'll buy it back when prices drop.

Since starting to invest in stocks, Lu Ming has also learned to analyze the national economic situation.

Housing prices have now reached over 3,000 yuan per square meter, which can be said to be the highest point in history, while wage levels have not increased significantly, remaining at around 1,000 yuan, with better ones earning 2,000 to 3,000 yuan.

How many years would it take to buy a house without eating or drinking?

Jiang Rou had no choice but to listen to him and sell Hong Jie's house for about 300,000 yuan. The two of them would each receive over 100,000 yuan.

Jiang Rou didn't know what to do with the money, so she opened a small shop to at least earn some money to support herself.

Things are different now than before. There are more and more college students now. If you stop any young person on the street, they will either be a college student or a graduate student.

Even college graduates can't find jobs, let alone a woman who is nearly fifty and looks incredibly old.

For decades before that, she spent either in prison or wasting her time outside, never doing anything to improve herself; all she grew older was her age.

Countless times, she turned on the TV and was bombarded with news about Fuqiang Group.

Fuqiang Group has completed its IPO, raising billions of yuan.

The chairman of Fuqiang Group donated 10 million yuan to the flood relief efforts in Hunan Province.

News about Tongtong's company frequently appeared on television, with news of new mobile phone releases and rapid market dominance making Lin Tong one of the most sought-after tech upstarts in China.

Seeing these things always made Jiang Rou so angry that she wouldn't eat for days. She would turn off the TV and shut herself out from all of this.

To appease herself, she took out several thousand yuan that she had saved for a long time and prepared to go to the mall to buy clothes.

I arrived at a shopping mall, walked around outside, and looked at the price tags on the clothes inside. They were all priced at one or two thousand yuan. Looking at myself, old and faded, I couldn't bring myself to go in.

She felt disconnected from society.

Just as she was hesitating in the second-floor corridor, a commotion arose downstairs.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black, extended Lincoln parked in the lobby downstairs. A woman dressed in an elegant gown, with her hair styled in an updo, stepped out of the car.

As soon as she got out of the car, a group of people in suits quickly surrounded her, flanking her and ushering her into the mall.

The woman's face seemed unchanged for decades, still with fair and radiant skin.

Jiang Rou clutched her chest, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain.

"Hmph, so this mall is owned by Jiang Ning. I'll never buy clothes here again!" she thought bitterly. She wanted to see who would buy such expensive clothes here!

After a while, enthusiastic applause rang out downstairs. It turned out that there was a booth downstairs where an investment promotion meeting was being held.

It was rare for Jiang Ning to personally attend the investment promotion meeting and give the opening remarks. She promised that as long as customers moved into her shopping mall, they would be guaranteed a 30% net profit per year.

Because last year's targets were exceeded, this investment promotion conference was basically effortless, with most participants renewing their contracts, even though the entry fee increased by 5%.

Jiang Rou was furious. It turned out that Jiang Ning didn't make money by selling clothes at all, but by collecting franchise fees.

To date, Jiang Ning has built more than a dozen shopping malls in prime locations such as Wangfujing, and the annual rent from these malls alone can generate hundreds of millions of yuan in revenue.

Not to mention the land; after years of unchecked growth, the price of land has increased several hundred times.

Based on her wealth, she ranks first in China on the Forbes rich list.

Jiang Rou didn't know any of this at first, but the publicity from TV stations and newspapers, as well as the rising popularity of the internet, made her know even if she didn't want to.

If this richest person were someone else, she wouldn't care, but it's someone she grew up with. Just thinking about it makes her feel a surge of anger.

Just then, her secondhand phone, which she had bought for two hundred yuan, rang. Lu Ming's terrified voice came from the other end.

"Sister, I lost money gambling in Macau. Please bring 200,000 yuan to save me. If you don't save me, I'm going to die. I'm the only family you have left in this world."

As he spoke, there were threatening voices around him, clearly indicating that he was indeed being controlled.

Jiang Rou threw her phone away, leaned back on the sofa, and felt a splitting headache.

Why do others enjoy such a glamorous life while I have to live such a dark and hopeless existence?

But in order to save her brother, she had to find a way to raise money.

She's spent most of her money, and she only has tens of thousands left. She doesn't have 200,000!

I want to borrow it from someone, but I don't know who to ask.

She happened to see Li Jiabao's image while watching the news.

Li Jiabao is now over fifty years old and has risen to a leadership position of considerable rank.

Thinking back to what happened to her back then, Jiang Rou felt that it wasn't too much to ask him for some money!

She then picked up her handbag and headed towards Li Jiabao's house.

However, when he arrived at his old neighborhood, he discovered that the residents no longer lived there. They had moved to the Xidan compound, which is where high-ranking officials reside.

There were guards at the entrance of the compound; she couldn't possibly get in if she went there so rashly.

She could only watch helplessly as others came and went, while she could only sigh longingly at the building.

Just then, a boy of about seven or eight years old started spraying water around with a water gun. Even though he saw Jiang Rou, he didn't dodge and sprayed all the water onto her.

Jiang Rou's clothes were soaked, and she felt a chill. She glared at the boy.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you see? Someone's shooting at you!"

The boy was followed by a glamorous young woman. Seeing him being scolded, her face immediately darkened.

"Who are you? What are you doing lurking around the door like that? The child was just playing around, why are you yelling at him!"

As she spoke, she even went to find the security guards to kick her out.

Jiang Rou was furious. Was this some kind of military restricted area? They wouldn't even let people stand at the entrance. Her temper flared up, and she started arguing with the young woman.

The argument only stopped when Li Jiabao, whose temples were now streaked with white, arrived.