Why do we always say that wealth cannot last for more than three generations? Because the second generation is always used to learning from their fathers, and those who are ambitious also want to start a career of their own.

But they always get one thing wrong: not all success comes from hard work.

The success of most people in this world comes from coincidences, the accumulation of luck and the dividends brought by the tide of the times.

It’s just that human arrogance makes them unwilling to admit this fact after they succeed.

The more successful the businessman is, the more he understands this truth.

Therefore, they are more aware of another thing, 'Compared to ability, stability is the necessary quality for a successor.'

Li Zhenyu, who was thinking about this, seemed to suddenly understand something.

Lee Gun-hui's choice of Lee Jae-yong as the crown prince may not be just based on the tradition of "passing the throne to sons rather than daughters."

He himself is a radical who is good at breaking traditions. If it were just because of his gender, he would not be so determined.

Perhaps, it was Lee Boo-jeong's excellence and radicalism that made her further away from the "throne".

Today's Sanxin does not need pioneers.

Noticing Li Zhenyu's strange gaze, Li Fuzhen frowned and asked with a look of regret, "What's wrong?"

"fine……"

Finding that she was still looking at him and refused to give up, Li Zhenyu told her his guess with a slight embellishment.

Li Fuzhen's brows tightened little by little, and her eyes, as cold as a layer of transparent ice, were shrouded in a layer of haze.

Quan Junxu lowered his head and said nothing, drinking red wine and falling into deep thought.

Zheng Xizhen shook her wine glass and also thought about the possibility.

Cui Wanzhi had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he knew that this was not something he could interfere with, so he'd better remain silent until someone spoke.

As for Choi Jae-young, who had the least presence, he was currently concentrating on how to chop the vegetable leaves on the plate into pieces.

He poked the perilla leaves with his fork, trying his best to give the impression that he was not paying attention to anything else.

"Gudong~"

Li Fuzhen suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank half of the red wine in one gulp.

When she put down her wine glass, her usual friendly smile was on her face. "Why are you silent? We were just talking about real estate. Zhenyu, you are optimistic about the real estate industry, right?"

"That's right."

Li Zhenyu cooperated and changed the subject, and began to describe his outlook on the real estate industry.

"…The price of high-end real estate will never fall, which has been proven in the previous subprime mortgage crisis."

During the subprime mortgage crisis four years ago, the houses and projects of bankrupt wealthy people were auctioned off.

But once someone took over, the price immediately returned to normal levels and began to appreciate steadily before the overall market recovered.

Its degree of stability far exceeds that of other emerging industries.

Why are so many wealthy people willing to invest heavily in high-end real estate?

Too many companies, when they have plenty of money, invest in real estate, buying a few high-end properties with excellent reviews.

At a critical moment, a house can save a listed company's broken capital chain.

It's not just an exaggerated joke, art often comes from reality.

This is what Li Zhenyu did. Currently, the total value of the potential real estate registered under his and his company's name accounts for 50% of his assets.

Of course, if you buy a 'dump', you can only blame your own vision and experience.

"Brother, now that you've said that, I feel like I don't need to do any more projects. I should just buy a few more good houses."

Choi Wan-sik was a little hit. He was so busy all the time, but he might as well buy a two more high-end properties and make more money.

"No, no, no, this is different."

Li Zhenyu shook his finger and retorted: "The project brings you not only money, but also psychological and reputational satisfaction such as realizing personal value and improving social status."

When a person no longer needs to worry about food and drink, his spiritual needs will increase exponentially, becoming more greedy and difficult to satisfy.

The most miserable of all classes is the middle class, who have big houses, nice cars, and almost all their needs for survival and entertainment are met.

But at this time, they are worried about major changes in their work or life and falling back into the working class, but they are also extremely eager to complete the class transition to the upper class and live a more stable, free and luxurious life.

Not only can they not get spiritual satisfaction, but they are also always worried about losing their relatively good material enjoyment.

Worrying about gains and losses will only make you more painful.

In the end, either you lose everything because of your messing around, or you lose control and your internal stability becomes unbalanced, which still results in you losing everything.

Only a few people can successfully make a class transition.

The topic gradually became silent. Choi Man-sik didn't want to ruin today's party, so he asked about the situation of the artists under his company.

"If there is a chance, can we ask IU to sign an autograph for Jaeyoung? She is a loyal fan of IU."

"Okay, next time I tell my agent to contact you backstage after the concert to sign autographs or take photos with you."

"That's great, Jaeyoung, why don't you thank Jinwoo brother."

"Thank you...Zhenyu."

Choi Jae-young suppressed his palpitations and courageously changed the address from "President" to the more intimate "Brother Jin-woo".

"Wanzhi and I are close friends, there's no need to thank me for such a small thing."

Li Zhenyu stood up from his seat, walked over to him, put his arm around his shoulders and shook him vigorously, clinked his glasses together and said jokingly, "When you get married, I will definitely give you and Jaeyoung a big gift."

Cui Wanzhi smiled happily and said bluntly: "I remember, this is what you said."

"Ah, do you think your brother is a man who doesn't keep his word?"

Li Zhenyu patted him on the shoulder twice in annoyance, and Cui Wanzhi's smile suddenly turned bitter, "Brother, it will fall apart."

"You are a little weak... Junxu, and you, come jogging with me in the morning from now on."

Choi Wan-sik looked at his own muscular body, which was more perfect than that of a fitness coach, and his eight abdominal muscles hidden under his clothes.

Weak? No, he is not weak at all.

It's just that some people are too perverted and don't act like human beings at all.

Quan Junxu also declined his invitation to go for a morning jog. Based on his daily exercise volume, it would be fatal.

Besides, he has a better way to do morning exercises.

It can be done easily in bed...

The three-hour dinner ended successfully with laughter and joy.

The person who gained the most from this gathering was Choi Jae-young, who finally integrated into this circle and was accepted by everyone.

"Thank you, Sister Fuzhen."

After seeing the guests off, Li Zhenyu thanked her. If she hadn't taken the initiative to invite Cui Zaiying to go for a beauty SPA with him and Zheng Xizhen tomorrow, things would not have gone so smoothly.

"Since she calls you Brother Zhenyu, she is one of us."

Li Fuzhen doesn't care about these things. It makes no difference to her whether there is one more girl or one less girl around her.

The important thing is that this is what he wants to see... (End of this chapter)