In Song Shuiqing's eyes, Chen Anan must be carefree now and can buy whatever she wants.
But is this really the case?
Obviously not!
On the contrary, the 200 million will only bring her greater distress than the 200,000 yuan pocket money she used to have every month.
She has only been in Shenzhen for over a month, and it’s a new environment with new classmates.
Unlike the exquisite children in Shanghai, the children in Guangdong are obviously more low-key.
But it's just a superficial low-key attitude.
Just like the twenty or so classmates in the class, most of them come from wealthy families.
The concept of being quite rich means having assets worth hundreds of millions.
Some parents are senior managers, and their income may not be low, earning about one or two million a year.
They send their children to international primary schools where wealthy people gather, perhaps hoping that they can receive the best education.
At the same time, I also know some friends from the wealthy class.
The parents’ intentions are definitely good, but... will the result really be good?
As for the two female classmates that Chen Anan knew, their families were definitely not poor, and their parents had a minimum annual income of 500,000 to 600,000 yuan.
After they were sent here, they almost became autistic.
Because with their family's income, they are at the bottom of the international school.
Their parents spend half of the household expenses hoping that their children will join the wealthy class from an early age.
The effect is counterproductive.
In such an environment, let alone developing self-confidence, I started to feel a little inferior.
I might even resent my parents, asking them why they don’t work hard to make money and why there is such a huge gap between me and my classmates!
Chen Anan doesn't have this kind of worry, because her father always makes her one of the best wherever she goes.
Simply means the most handsome guy in the crowd.
In such an environment, she has long developed an innate self-confidence.
Not to mention that her father now spends so much time with her.
After only half a month here, she has become the undisputed leader of the class.
It's just that he is much more low-key than before, and no longer drags his classmates to play the erhu for fun.
But she also understood one thing.
No matter how much her parents give her, it is all earned through their hard work.
So she must cherish it and know how to use the resources at her disposal to make money.
Chen Anan organized a money-making conference in the class to discuss how to make money from money.
If this happened in an ordinary primary school, it would be a joke.
But in an international primary school, even if these people are only ten years old, they can still have serious discussions.
Because they have been influenced by their parents since childhood, not to mention their academic performance, their knowledge is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary children.
The children in the class are diverse. Some of their parents work in finance, some are village chiefs in Guangdong, and some even run their own companies.
If Chen Anan wants to learn how to make money, the best way is naturally to gather ideas from all sides.
For example, a classmate suggested that we could get water from the Alps and sell it for 100 yuan a barrel, which would definitely make us rich.
Or another classmate suggested bringing the Antarctic penguins to Africa for exhibition.
You will definitely make a fortune.
Chen Anan looked at the two little classmates with wisdom shining in their eyes. She really wanted to say, if your father hadn't designed a family fund for you earlier, he would have let you start a business in a dizzy manner.
I think you could squander all my savings from eight lifetimes.
This is not outrageous. Another classmate suggested that we go to the desert to dig a well. It costs 10,000 yuan per well. If we don’t buy one, we will die of thirst.
Ten thousand per bite, and if you sell ten thousand bites a day, that’s one hundred million.
The more he talked, the more excited he became.
Give her a well and she can knock down the richest man in the world.
OK...you understand business.
Chen Anan silently drew a big black line behind this classmate.
Prohibit her from making future proposals.
This is not outrageous. What is even more outrageous is going to Africa to produce Wenzhou leather shoes for Sap.
Let Odebiao ride their homemade motorcycle to transport bananas.
I didn’t expect that half of the 25 students in the class were talented people.
It's outrageous.
It seems that the approach of brainstorming is not feasible. If I want to make money, I have to rely on the extraordinary wisdom of my big sister An An.
Actually, Chen Anan wanted to make money because she didn't want to let her father down for all those years of training.
She just didn't want to disappoint him. Even if she really made money, she would have nowhere to spend it.
Now her father has returned to Shanghai, leaving her and her sister here. Every time after class, Shen Youwei will drive Cullinan to pick her up.
Then there are two bodyguard cars.
My dad is not here, and neither are my mom, grandma, or great-grandma.
She was still somewhat uncomfortable.
"Sister Youwei, do you have any friends in Shenzhen?"
"Yes, many of my fellow villagers work here."
"Then let's go and see them together, okay?"
"To see them?"
Shen Youwei asked doubtfully, "Most of my fellow villagers work in factories. I heard from them that people commit suicide in the factory every month. An An, you'd better not go!"
"Suicide, why?"
"Maybe it's because life is too depressing and I can't see any hope in life!"
Shen Youwei said: "An An, you may not understand the people in the factory very well. Their lives are the standard three points and one line, repeating every day. It is easy to suppress themselves and suffer from depression."
"Actually, I understand a little bit."
Chen Anan said, "My dad took me to the urban village for two months last year. Most people there went to work in factories. It was only after that that I started to act less foolishly."
Okay...Since Shen Youwei came here, he has never contacted his fellow villagers, mainly because he was afraid that it would affect his care for the two sisters.
Since An An said she wants to go this time, let’s take her to have a look.
A large part of Shenzhen’s population are migrant workers, and it is these people who support the city’s thriving growth.
But they often live at the bottom of society, not seeing much light and not seeing much hope in this city.
Shen Youwei contacted a classmate who grew up with her and went to a different university from her.
This female classmate came to Shenzhen with her fellow villagers to work in a factory a long time ago.
She still contacted him frequently after she went to Hong Kong, but when she contacted him again in Shenzhen this time, he no longer replied to her messages.
The reason is simple. As she was walking, she went to an alley and became a young girl to make quick money.
No matter how rich these people are when they return to the village, they don't want people in their hometown to know what they are doing.
So, I found an excuse to smoke a cigarette to refuse.
As long as they don't let the villagers know what they are doing, there may still be a last vestige of sanctity.
If they knew, I would have no more excuses.
Shen Youwei had no choice but to contact other people.
Their village is poor, and many people have no other way out except to work outside.
Don't tell me, she actually managed to contact one.
This guy had liked her when they were in junior high school, and now he seems to be working as a driver here.
In order to meet Shen Youwei, he even drove out his boss's luxury car.
I also bought a suit and a black tie, and wandered in front of the flower shop for a long time, hesitating whether to buy a flower.
I mustered up the courage and bought it.
But the moment he saw Shen Youwei, she was as beautiful as before, but he could no longer muster the courage to say that he liked her.
This may be the helplessness of reality!
Zhang Yong tried to stretch out his uneasy hand, but after thinking about it, he took it back.
"Youwei...how could you bear to call me?"
"I couldn't get in touch with Linghua, so I thought I'd ask if you knew where she was?"
Linghua...is also from the same village as them.
Zhang Yong felt extremely embarrassed when he saw her. One was a client and the other was a prostitute.
Then they were old classmates who hadn't seen each other for many years and were from the same village.
Zhang Yong saw panic in Linghua's eyes.
Linghua saw the embarrassment in his eyes, and in the end they smiled at each other and had to say goodbye forever.
(End of this chapter)
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