Jin Guanrong, from Harbin in Northeast China, comes from a wealthy family and is considered one of the most outstanding rich kids in Gao Feng's dormitory and even in his class.

Gao Jia was not interested in what his family did for a living.

However, this kid doesn't seem like a rich kid at all. Not only does he have a strong Northeastern accent, but he also does the kind of things that only losers would do.

For example, the ski slope collision incident was his idea.

This guy also pursued girls in college, but his methods were baffling.

His target was not bad-looking either, and was a well-known figure at Gao's school, a debater on the School of Public Administration's debate team.

The two met at a debate competition, where Jin Guanrong suffered a crushing defeat.

Gao Ang was also present at that competition, and he remembers it clearly. The opposing debater, who was also Jin Guanrong's crush, rattled off a long speech.

When it was Jin Guanrong's turn, whether he was seduced by the other woman's beauty or was genuinely lacking in skill, he hesitated for a long time before finally uttering:

You're right, I have nothing to say!

As a result, Gao Feng and his department suffered a crushing defeat.

This kid is their main debater, and his "speechless" statement completely humiliated their department.

This kid wasn't ashamed at all; on the contrary, he was proud of it, saying things like that it left a good impression on the other party.

The result was predictable: would a girl even be interested in a loser?

The problem lies here: Jin Guanrong didn't throw money around or try to be artistic; he just shamelessly and relentlessly pursued his goals.

He would find all sorts of excuses to "bump into" people wherever they went, and even started confessing his feelings via text message.

Gao Ang remembers that winter, on the night of the other person's birthday.

This guy didn't buy any cakes or roses, nor did he do any passionate confession outside the girls' dormitory.

Instead, they found a whole bunch of brushes.

It's those online voting trolls who will vote for you on their phones as long as you pay them.

Just after midnight that night, the girl's phone was bombarded with birthday wishes text messages!

The person was so angry that they called the guy in the middle of the night and called him a lunatic. In the end, they had no choice but to beg him nicely, and the text message farce finally came to an end.

From then on, the two treated each other like enemies.

Jin Guanrong also earned a new title: SMS Kid.

Recalling this incident, Gao Ang couldn't help but chuckle. He wondered how such a lively character could have emerged from the Northeast.

Seeing him laughing so much, Du Yibing asked him a question out of curiosity.

He then recounted Jin Guanrong's embarrassing incident to his senior sister in detail.

"Is this even possible? Is your classmate an idiot?"

Du Yibing was also stunned. There are too many fools these days, and there probably aren't enough swindlers to go around.

"No way, he's just a coward, a very honest guy, and a pretty good person."

“That makes sense. According to what you said, if a rich second-generation like him were to engage in text message bombardment, any second-generation kid who knows a bit about social skills would have already won that girl over,” Du Yibing glanced at his junior brother beside him and continued, “Now I understand a saying: birds of a feather flock together. No wonder you’re so naive.”

"..."

Lunch was rather dull; I've never really gotten used to these kinds of high-sounding social occasions.

The deputy director of Beidahuang was a middle-aged man, at least fifty or sixty years old, which made things even more uninteresting.

Fortunately, everyone knew this was just a formality, so the conversation flowed smoothly with all sorts of random topics.

After a lavish but not very tasty lunch at the hotel, Du Yibing decided to go back to rest and prepare the materials for the next session.

Gao Ang then took out his phone and sent a message to Jin Guanrong: Come pick me up.

I also sent him the hotel's location.

"Received. See you in 23 minutes. I guarantee you'll be amazed."

The accurate navigation and timing made Gao Ang a little envious of Harbin's traffic.

While not perfectly smooth, it was certainly not as congested as Shanghai. Cars were visibly whizzing by on the streets.

If it were Shanghai, well, forget about "whooshing"; most of the time it would be crawling like a snail, "huffing and puffing."

He tossed his other belongings into the room, slung a small bag over his shoulder, and went downstairs with his phone in hand.

To be fair, there are quite a few beautiful women in Harbin, including some mixed-race beauties with exotic charm.

Moreover, they all have great figures and are quite tall; at least the ones I saw were around 175cm.

She has a great figure, big in the right places and slim in the right places, and her mouth doesn't have a particularly strong Northeastern accent.

This made Gao Ang very comfortable. It wasn't about dialect discrimination, but rather, who could resist a slender and sexy mixed-race beauty suddenly saying, "What are you looking at?"

Just as he was enjoying the beautiful woman with great interest, Jin Guanrong sent a message, indicating that she had arrived.

With a quick glance, Gao Ang found the car with the license plate number the kid had mentioned.

No wonder he was so surprised; he drove a Cullinan over.

He had been wondering why all those mixed-race beauties were crowding around a certain car; it turned out they had spotted a wealthy tycoon.

When Gao Ang got closer, he saw that the guy was speaking fluent Mandarin and chatting enthusiastically with a girl.

He didn't intend to interrupt the guy, and reached out to open the car door and climbed into the passenger seat.

The car door had just opened, and I hadn't even sat down when I was interrupted by a voice, and I was also given a push:

"Who are you? Who let you on? This car only welcomes beautiful women, not monks. Get off right now."

It's the same familiar voice, the same familiar taste.

Gao Ang stubbornly resisted the guy's strong push, shoved his butt into the seat, and only after closing the car door did he turn around and look at Jin Guanrong with a half-smile.

"Holy crap, it's you?"

Upon seeing the newcomer's true face, Jin Guanrong immediately lowered his raised right hand.

"Wait, what happened to your bald head? Haven't seen you in years! Got in jail? Just got out? How about I take you out for a good time? Were you pent up?"

Before Gao Ang could even speak, Jin Guanrong launched into a tirade of insults and criticisms, his mouth firing like a machine gun, giving Gao Ang no chance to explain.

After thinking for a long time, Gao Ang really couldn't come up with a suitable reason, so he could only sigh, fasten his seatbelt, point ahead, and say, "Stop talking nonsense and drive."

"Alright, little Angzi, sit down properly."

Jin Guanrong immediately closed the car window, showing no lingering interest in the beautiful woman outside.

Where to?

"Let's go to where I live first."

"Are you going to show off to me again?"

Jin Guanrong laughed and explained, "I'm not showing off, but I have some bad news for you. My business failed, and I have to come back to inherit the family business."

"How old are you? How come your business failed? You've given up import and export trade?"

He changed his posture, crossed his legs, and casually asked, "What do you mean?"

"What a load of crap! The regulations have been getting stricter and stricter these past few years. It's hard to do illegal things, and there's not much profit in doing things that aren't illegal. After a year of hard work, I only made a few million, which isn't even enough to buy a car."

Judging from his expression, he was genuinely unhappy, and Gao Ang knew he was telling the truth. But why did it still feel so uncomfortable to hear?

"I've been traveling for two years now, and the old man insisted on going on a round-the-world trip, saying things like, 'The world is so big, he wants to see it too,' leaving me with this mess at home. It just so happens that shipping is not doing well this year, so I can take over the business. When the market improves in a while, I can take over the whole thing."

At this point, Jin Guanrong turned on his turn signal, and the Cullinan made a turn onto the Songhua River Bridge.

"Of course I didn't want to at first. I was living a free and easy life, and you insisted on making me a sucker. Of course I had to get something in return. That's why I got this car by extortion, and the place we're going to later is also something I extorted."

When it came to betraying his own father, Jin Guanrong was not ashamed but rather proud, and he proudly boasted about it to Gao Ang.

Aside from smacking his lips, Gao Ang didn't know how to respond.

It's only been a few years since we graduated, but it feels like we're living in completely different worlds.

He was just a small-time streamer, working himself to the bone for over ten hours a day to make a living, and in the end he only managed to save a few hundred thousand yuan.

They make millions a year and then complain, "Damn, I only made this little bit," but when they go home to take over the family business, they still have to take a cut...

"So you mean you're a big tycoon now?"

"What big spender? We're brothers. As long as I have food, you won't go hungry. How about it, Xiao Angzi, do you want me to send you a few rockets? Aren't you doing a live stream?"

"You only remembered to send me rockets now? Where were you all this time?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Ang immediately sat up and roared at Jin Guanrong.

"Oh my brother, didn't I tell you? I just took over, and I'm very busy. I'm looking at reports one minute and visiting employees the next. I'm really busy."

Jin Guanrong quickly explained that it wasn't because he was afraid Gao Ang would misunderstand, but because he was afraid that Gao Ang would use this as leverage to force him to do something that would humiliate him.

Seeing that Gao Ang remained silent, Jin Guanrong quickly asked again, "What, are you still doing live streaming lately?"

"It's a side job; my main job now is investing."

Even though we're brothers, we have to put on a show when necessary, not for any other reason than to save face.

"Hey, not bad. Tell me later which companies you've applied to. We're here, get out of the car."

Looking at the detached manor-style villa in front of me, I felt both envious and a little jealous.

"Is this a river-view villa?"

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

After parking the car, Jin Guanrong and Gao Ang began to stroll through the garden.

It's not just good, it's downright extravagant.

Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with fresh air, it offers an unobstructed view of the Songhua River in front and a lush man-made forest behind.

Several other buildings are partially hidden in the artificial forest, and with the misty air of the overcast day, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a fairyland.

"Back when you were in college, if you had brought so-and-so to this villa, you would have won her over long ago. Why bother with that awful barrage of text messages?"

Seeing Jin Guanrong's smug look, Gao Ang wanted to reopen old wounds.

"Damn it, don't bring up things you shouldn't. It's been so many years, haven't you forgotten?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Guanrong immediately retorted angrily.

This incident has become a stain on his life, and whenever he thinks about it, he feels that he was so stupid back then.

"Stop talking! Let me tell you, you're the first guest to move into this villa since it was renovated. Aren't you proud? Aren't you honored?"

With a shrug, Gao Ang said dismissively, "Not proud or arrogant, it's pretty much the same as my rented room."

Jin Guanrong scoffed, thinking Gao Ang was just being stubborn.

"Let's rest for a while, then I'll take you out to have some fun tonight."

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