After Lin Shuyi saw the latest financial magazine, she called Lu Yiming and teased him in a joking tone: "Young man, you are very powerful. You told me to be gentle and don't show off. It's better for you to climb to the top directly."

You are already on the rich list, but you still have the nerve to ask me not to be too high-profile?"

Lu Yiming is now so depressed that he wants to vomit three liters of blood. His mobile phone has not been idle in the past two days. Countless calls come in every day, which is almost giving him a nervous breakdown.

As a result, he was teased by Lin Shuyi, and Lu Yiming instantly felt his blood pressure rise.

"Stop talking, do you think I am willing? I am obviously being fucked! Just like last time!"

The same method, similar taste, it goes without saying that we know whose order Hurun is following.

It was rare for Lin Shuyi to see Lu Yiming so aggrieved, and she immediately laughed so hard: "It's not easy, it's not easy. You have been fucked sometimes, and you were fucked twice. But let me tell you something, your cover photo is quite handsome.

, who took the photo for you?"

"How do I know? Damn it, it's really annoying. Can you help me get it off?"

Lu Yiming was a little crazy. When he walked in the school these two days, he felt as if he was running naked, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Not to mention the classmates in the class, the boss was actually by my side. They surrounded Lu Yiming as soon as get out of class started, asking him to impart his experience - or even borrow money.

His posture was as if he were a walking cash machine.

Lin Shuyi not only refused to help, but also gloated: "You said it yourself, someone is messing with you, how can I help you get rid of it? Besides, the person who messed with you is probably Li Chaoren. After all, the two of you have been there before.

It’s a festival, and now you’re picking his wool.”

Lu Yiming was extremely depressed. He also thought that this should be the case, but now he was very unhappy, so he said viciously to Lin Shuyi: "Don't stand on the shore and watch my jokes. Don't forget that you are also involved in this matter! Believe it or not

Should I call Superman Li now?"

Lin Shuyi smiled sweetly: "Whatever, I give you money to run it. If you run any project, I will say that I don't know. And I am a member of the Lingnan Business Gang. Do you think Li Chaoren believes you or me?"

"

Lu Yiming: "..."

"Okay, okay, let's leave this matter as it is. I'll help you take a look at it then."

"That's pretty much it."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiming took two deep breaths before he could catch his breath. He touched his chin and said, "I don't know how many years the sentence will be for stabbing an international friend..."

Of course, this is just a thought. After all, the country has a complete set of criminal laws to deal with this kind of thinking.

It was another weekend, and since she was a local from Zhonghai, Wu Mengmeng took advantage of the weekend to go back home.

As soon as she opened the door and entered the house, she heard the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen. Wu Mengmeng immediately stood on tiptoes, put her small backpack on the sofa, and hugged her mother Tang Qianqian from behind, who was cooking, and kissed her affectionately.

He rubbed his back and asked in a sweet voice: "Mom, I'm back."

While Tang Qianqian was cooking, she turned her head and smiled gently at her daughter and said, "Go and wash your hands, dinner will be served later. Your dad is coming back for dinner today, so you should set the bowl quickly to avoid being told again."

Wu Mengmeng's father, Wu Zhijie, co-founded a housing agency.

Last year, the country began to officially cancel welfare housing allocation, so the real estate market is very hot now. It is precisely because of this that Wu Zhijie invested all his savings desperately to start a career.

It's a pity that the market is hot, but the competition is also fierce, and business is not as easy as imagined.

After a while, Wu Zhijie returned home with a tired face. When he saw Wu Mengmeng, he forced a smile on his face and said feebly: "Mengmeng is back."

Wu Mengmeng quickly walked over obediently and took Wu Zhijie's briefcase. When Wu Zhijie sat on the sofa, she sat next to him and squeezed Wu Zhijie's shoulders, serving Wu Zhijie happily.

"Dad, you've worked hard. How is your business lately?"

Wu Zhijie let out a long sigh and said: "Hey, what's so good? It's been a long time since I've sold a property. Although there are many people buying houses, there are even more people selling them. Without connections and connections, you can't buy them.

To business.”

Tang Qianqian came over with the food and complained: "Lao Xu next door is also in real estate sales. How come his business is so good? He sells seven or eight houses every month, and your academic qualifications are worse than

He's tall, so he can't be half as capable as him, right?"

Wu Zhijie couldn't help complaining: "Many of his relatives have made a fortune and have access to the wealthy circles. How can I compare? My ancestors were poor farmers for three generations, so I can only rely on myself, okay?"

Tang Qianqian snorted and said: "I see you, you know how to make excuses and can't you use your subjective initiative more? Look at the new richest man in our Xia Kingdom. He is only eighteen years old and has assets of tens of billions. What about you?

?You’re already thirty-eight, and you haven’t even earned 100 million. Is that ridiculous?”

Wu Zhijie's face was helpless, and he looked at Wu Mengmeng as if asking for help: Look, is this what your mother said in human language? There are more than one billion people in the country, and only a few people have assets of over 100 million? I can earn one hundred.

Ten thousand, which is already more than ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the people in the country. How is this different from when you were studying and said, "Look at whose children you want to see?"

Today, the number of millionaires in Xia Kingdom is less than 40,000, which is equivalent to three millionaires for every 100,000 people. It can be said that there are truly one millionaire in a million.

But what this person fears most is comparison.

Especially for successful people like Wu Zhijie, who are successful but not completely successful, they are not as good as those above, but more than above, and their lives are the most anxious. When Tang Qianqian said this, she couldn't even raise her head.

Wu Mengmeng smiled and comforted and said: "Dad, my mother is called Jackie Chan. But what's going on with the richest man? He's only eighteen years old? Who is he?"

Tang Qianqian said: "I heard that the new richest man in our Xia Kingdom is still a college student. His name seems to be Lu Mingming."

Wu Mengmeng's heart suddenly suddenly blurted out a familiar name: "Lu Yiming?"

Tang Qianqian said: "Yes, yes, that's what it's called!"

Wu Mengmeng had an expression of disbelief on her face: "It's impossible, right? How could it be him?"

Tang Qianqian asked doubtfully: "Why, do you know him?"

Wu Mengmeng shook her head quickly and said: "My classmate also has a classmate named Lu Yiming. It must be that the name just happens to be the same. My classmate is a fast food restaurant owner."

Tang Qianqian patted her head and said, "There is a photo of him on the cover of the magazine. I'll look for it for you."

After saying that, he brought the magazine to Wu Mengmeng: "Here, this is the person."

Wu Mengmeng looked at Lu Yiming's confident smiling face on the cover and was so shocked that she stood up: "It's really him!"

Tang Qianqian was also shocked: "The new richest man in Xia Kingdom is your classmate?"

Wu Zhijie couldn't decide either: "Assets exceed tens of billions. What is the concept of that?"

A so-called successful person like him might look like a big ant standing in front of the other person. The identity gap between the two parties is as big as clouds and mud.

Wu Mengmeng curled her lips, feeling aggrieved that she had been deceived by Lu Yiming: "I just thought that his family was very rich, but I didn't expect that the truth was different from what I thought."

Tang Qianqian couldn't help but look at Wu Mengmeng: "Do you know each other?"

"It's more than just acquaintance."

Speaking of Lu Yiming, Wu Mengmeng started to talk more.

"He is a freshman like me. The two of us met when school first started. Later, our dormitory even had a social gathering with their dormitory."

When Tang Qianqian heard this, she was immediately overjoyed and said: "You are not young anymore. You are already a college student. You can find a boyfriend. Your looks are my kind. You should quickly get this rich son-in-law. You are the richest man.

When you marry him, then my cooking shovel must not be made of gold?"

Wu Mengmeng curled her lips and said: "Mom, what are you talking about? I already have a girlfriend, and she is a roommate in the same dormitory with me. The two of them are childhood sweethearts. They have been together since high school, and their relationship is going well."

Hearing what Wu Mengmeng said, Tang Qianqian suddenly looked regretful and said, "Hey, what a pity, how come such a rich son-in-law, Chenglong Kuai, has a girlfriend?"

After returning to school the next day, Wu Mengmeng saw Shi Qingxue washing her hair, and her expression suddenly became complicated.

She was really envious of the girl in front of her. Why didn't she have such an opportunity?

Wu Mengmeng felt that it was necessary to have a good relationship with Shi Qingxue. After all, although she and Lu Yiming had no fate, they could be roommates with Shi Qingxue. Isn't this close enough?

The roommate of the richest man’s girlfriend, maybe Lu Yiming bought some luxury goods for Shi Qingxue that Shi Qingxue didn’t like, so wouldn’t he be the perfect pick-up man?

Wu Mengmeng doesn’t mind at all!

After Shi Qingxue washed her hair, Wu Mengmeng stepped forward enthusiastically and said, "Xiaoxue, let me blow it for you."

Shi Qingxue was surprised, but didn't think much about it.

"Ah, thank you."

Shi Qingxue took care of her hair seriously and asked, "Didn't you go back? Why did you come from home so early and weren't you at home for dinner?"

Wu Mengmeng said depressedly: "At home, my father has been busy with work these days. The house he is hoarding is not easy to sell. His face is as dark as carbon. He leaves early and comes home late all day long, waiting for him to come home.

I don’t even know what time it is for dinner.”

This was the first time Shi Qingxue heard Wu Mengmeng talk about work at home, and asked curiously: "Is your dad selling houses?"

Wu Mengmeng said: "Yes, my dad opened a housing agency in partnership with others. What? You want to buy a house?"

Shi Qingxue said: "It's not me, it's Lu Yiming. He said that he can't stay in the dormitory anymore. A large group of people follow him to the dormitory every day, either asking him to borrow money or asking him to invest.

. He just wants to find a house and move out."

After receiving the news, Wu Mengmeng was overjoyed and became even more enthusiastic about Shi Qingxue, saying: "Ah? What kind of house does he want? Ask him, my dad has a lot of houses, and the main ones are

What we are building is a luxury house, which is in line with Lu Yiming's identity and temperament. If there is a suitable house, you can ask him to buy it from my dad's house, and it will definitely be at a discounted price."

Shi Qingxue said: "Okay, let me talk to him."

Room 303, boys dormitory.

Ni Cong looked at Lu Yiming and asked reluctantly: "Are you really going to move out?"

Lu Yiming said depressedly: "I don't want to, but the question is, can I do it if I don't move out? The student union, various clubs, and the terrazzo at the door of our dormitory have been polished until it is reflective. If I don't move out, neither will you."
To be continued...