Da Nan City.
A bustling night market street, thick with the aroma of street food.
Shen Hao was currently sitting on a plastic stool at a roadside barbecue stall with Zhu Silin and Bai Shisui, devouring skewers with gusto.
They had just come over from the private club.
During this period, they had pretty much finished all the preparatory work. The equipment was in place, the personnel were arranged, and all the necessary connections had been smoothed over.
Moving such a large sum of money overseas required a lot of procedures. If they hadn't made arrangements in advance, there could have been issues.
However, this wasn't particularly difficult for their Yunshan Society.
In fact, it would have been much harder and more troublesome for Liu Yutong to handle it herself, likely causing significant delays.
This was one of the reasons why Liu Yutong had been willing to let Zhou Muchen and the others in on the deal.
Having the right connections really sped things up.
As for the other reason, naturally, she could take a fifty percent cut from their investment profits as her own earnings.
This was no small amount; even by conservative estimates, it was around seven or eight billion.
Add to that the profits from the funds she had raised on her side, and she would become fabulously wealthy overnight!
Late at night is when cravings hit the hardest.
Being able to have some barbecue and beer would be pure bliss.
Shen Hao and the others had pretty much gone out for barbecue because they were craving it.
The three of them drank beer and ate skewers, and the conversation naturally turned to the stock market venture.
Shen Hao took a swig of beer and asked with a grin, "Hey, ladies, what do you think? If this really works out, how much can we rake in this time? Will it be enough?" He gestured with his hand.
Bai Shisui shook her head. "I have no idea. I just hope we don't lose our principal."
Zhu Silin looked surprised. "What? Shisui, you have so little faith?"
Bai Shisui smiled faintly. "It's mainly because I don't really understand this stuff. I saw you all investing, so I followed along. I trust you guys, that's all."
"No matter how much we end up making, what I really want right now is to focus on my fashion design, win a major award someday, and become the best designer."
Zhu Silin: "Alright, alright. But I've seen Sister Yutong's trading account. The return rate is absolutely terrifying. I've never seen anyone achieve returns that high. With her at the helm, plus all the thorough preparation we've done, personally overseeing every step, I feel like we could at least double our money?"
Shen Hao: "Double? Ladies, you're both way too conservative! If you ask me, even if it's just doubling, it should be in US dollars! Starting at two billion dollars!"
"Converted to Dragon Kingdom currency, that's over a hundred billion! We're really going to strike it rich this time!"
"Once we get that money, let's see who dares to call us good-for-nothing playboys anymore!"
"And I'm definitely going to make the old man hand over the Chairman's position to me. Only I, Shen Hao, am fit to be the Shen family heir!"
Zhu Silin teased him deliberately: "What if your dad refuses and insists on giving it to your younger brother instead?"
Shen Hao snorted coldly and slammed his glass on the table. "Then we split the family! Who's afraid of who!"
"........"
The three of them had already had a bit to drink, and talking about money—a topic everyone loves—their voices unconsciously grew louder.
Zhu Silin and Bai Shisui were okay. As young women, their voices weren't naturally loud, and with their well-bred, aristocratic demeanor, they had good manners and rarely made a scene or disturbed others in public.
But Shen Hao was different. It seemed he had been bottling things up for a long time. The more he talked, the more excited he became, fully exposing the brashness of a rich young master.
Coupled with his constant talk of deals involving billions and tens of billions, his words grated on the ears of the ordinary patrons around them.
There's a limit to bragging!
"Pfft!"
At the next table, three young men dressed flashily with tattooed sleeves finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Especially the one with bleached hair and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, who tilted his head and said to his companions, "Damn, hear that? Talking about making billions just like that? In US dollars? This bragging is next level, even Gates would have to offer him a cigarette! Hahaha..."
"No kidding! Projects involving tens or hundreds of billions of dollars just rolling off the tongue. Aren't you afraid of blowing a hole in the sky?"
"How much have you had to drink to get this delusional? Didn't even order a plate of peanuts to go with it?"
The tall, skinny one among them even deliberately took out his phone and, in a voice loud enough for Shen Hao's group to hear, pretended to make a call: "Hey! Brother Xiong! Quick, get a few hundred guys to the night market! I've got a show-off here whose mouth is so big he could blow an aircraft carrier over! Yeah! When you get here, chop off that bragging mouth of his!"
The smile instantly froze on Shen Hao's face, his expression darkening visibly.
Damn it, these guys were saying he was bragging?
And wanted to chop his mouth off?
They had some nerve!
He slapped the table and stood up. "You motherfuckers! Who the hell are you saying is bragging? Looking for a beating!?"
Seeing this, Zhu Silin immediately reached out and tugged at Shen Hao's sleeve. "Shen Hao, ignore them. They're just a bunch of drunk thugs. It's not worth it."
Hearing this, Shen Hao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and sat back down, intending to pay the bill and leave.
If it were any other time, if a few punks dared to mock him like this, he would have taught them a proper lesson!
Shen Hao thought he was letting them off the hook, but the three punks weren't ready to let it go.
Then they all stood up in unison, each picking up an empty beer bottle, and swaggered over.
The bleached-hair leader slammed his bottle onto their table with a clang and stared arrogantly at Shen Hao.
"What's the matter? Can't handle people calling out your bullshit?"
"Got money to brag, but no money for a hangover cure? Look at your sorry ass, you look like you couldn't scrape together a billion in hell notes!"
"Tens of billions, US dollars! Pah!"
After spitting in Shen Hao's direction, he turned his leering gaze to Zhu Silin and Bai Shisui, his eyes roaming over them brazenly.
Girls from backgrounds like Zhu Silin and Bai Shisui naturally had impeccable looks and grace.
"Hey beauties, you better open your eyes. Don't get fooled by this pretty boy. These days, some guys love to brag and trick women."
"Hanging out with trash like him, why not come have some fun with us brothers? We'll show you what real 'substance' is, hehe..."
Shen Hao's rage could no longer be contained.
He slammed the table again as he stood up, his eyes terrifyingly cold.
"I'm warning you, you'd better get the hell out of here right now! Otherwise, you'll face the consequences!"
