Ch 99: Do You Even Hear Yourself? What Will People Say?

Old Cao didn’t know his upcoming fate…

He was arguing with Young Master Cao.

Young Master Cao also noticed.

He wasn’t the Son of Fortune, even if he was, it would be a “pseudo” one.

Son of Fortune（Pseudo）.

Until now, he hadn’t encountered a single proper villain. Does Wang Haodong count?

He counts a little.

If he were a real villain, would he have been stopped by company Security Guards outside when pursuing Third Sister, unable to even enter the Ren Group’s gates?

This is the treatment of a Son of Fortune, right?

And, Young Master Cao wasn’t ridiculed everywhere he went. Shop assistants were polite when he bought clothes, and restaurant servers were respectful when he ate.

The only person who ridiculed him upon meeting was Old Cao!

So Old Cao is the villain, right?

For example, now.

When Mother Ren said, “This child, you need to get some rest, don’t be so busy.”

Old Cao said, “He’s busy doing what? He just eats and sleeps all day, like a pig.”

Mother Ren argued, “Don’t you know how much energy full-time stock trading wastes? And my son also has several companies now, all very demanding.”

Cao Cheng nodded repeatedly, “Mom’s right.”

Old Cao showed disdain, “Tch, the market environment is good now, even a dog can make money, what effort is needed?”

Mother Ren said, “If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense. Do you understand business?”

Cao Cheng nodded, “Mom’s right.”

Old Cao angrily scolded Young Master Cao, “Right my ass.”

“Mom, he said you’re wrong,” Cao Cheng turned around to report.

Mother Ren’s face darkened.

Old Cao’s face turned pale.

Cao Cheng’s face lit up.

However,

Young Master Cao had completely figured it out.

Old Cao is the villain.

But Young Master Cao didn’t need to take action; Mother Ren could suppress him.

One look, and Old Cao immediately cowered.

So even if he’s a villain, he’s a（pseudo）!

Who is the real one?

Damn.

Hidden deep enough.

Worthy of being the mastermind behind the scenes, still not revealed.

Cao Cheng was very curious about this.

…

Waiting for Mother Ren to cook.

After the father and son chatted privately for a while, Young Master Cao understood why Old Cao was arguing with him again today.

He was still jealous.

Because he just found out that Mother Ren ordered a multi-million dollar sports car, specifically for Young Master Cao.

It will arrive in two days.

In Mother Ren’s words, boys like cars; having a few more is always right.

Whether you spend money or not, whether you drive it or not, it’s mainly about the experience.

Old Cao was so sour.

If it weren’t his own son, he would have been more ruthless.

Cao Cheng felt Old Cao’s negative emotions and laughed.

Young Master Cao asked, “What sports car did Mom buy for me?”

“How would I know?” Old Cao glared at him.

Young Master Cao asked again, “Is the sports car pretty?”

“I told you, I don’t know,” Old Cao said impatiently.

Cao Cheng continued to ask, “Is it a two-seater? Then I can only take one girl for a drive? Did Mom get me an unlimited gas card? I won’t have to fill it myself, will I?”

“…Don’t ask me.” Old Cao gritted his teeth.

Cao Cheng continued, “What color is it? You know, I don’t like period red, but period red sports cars are really cool, ah, it’s so worrying, I don’t even want a sports car.”

“…” Old Cao clenched his fists.

This little brat did it on purpose.

He’s going to piss his father off.

Old Cao raised his cane and chased Young Master Cao to beat him.

His legs were fine; he ran incredibly fast.

Cao Cheng rushed into the room, “Mom, Mom…look.”

“…”

“Cao, what do you want to do?” Mother Ren exclaimed.

“Uh…cough, that, this cane, it’s so straight,” Old Cao held up the cane, looked left and right, and like he was playing billiards, he aimed; the cane was very straight.

“Mom, he’s bullying me.”

Young Master Cao directly reported, “I just asked what color the sports car was, and he beat me. I don’t even know what happened. Mom, you control him.”

Mother Ren glared at this old geezer.

Old Cao chuckled, “No, he intentionally angered me.”

“It’s clearly because you’re jealous and dislike Mom buying me a car,” Young Master Cao didn’t let him off.

Mother Ren glared, “You’re even jealous of your own son? You’re sick.”

“Impossible, I wasn’t, don’t talk nonsense…” Old Cao hurriedly explained.

“Yes, you were,” Young Master Cao shouted.

Old Cao pointed at him, “Shut your mouth, you brat.”

Mother Ren pointed at Old Cao, “You shut your mouth.”

“…”

After a commotion, Old Cao calmed down.

Young Master Cao was incredibly filial and well-behaved, helping his mother prepare dishes, occasionally saying something funny, making her giggle in the kitchen.

Old Cao was furious, using his cane to tap the floor in the living room, making a thudding sound.

Finally, Mother Ren yelled at him, “What are you thudding for? If you’re bored, go out and sunbathe.”

Old Cao finally calmed down and went to the courtyard with his cane.

He used his straight cane to hit the surrounding flower beds. The gardener dared not say anything and could only hide, planning to report it later.

Such beautiful flowers, all ruined.

The gardener was heartbroken.

…

This dinner.

Was warm and harmonious.

Except for Old Cao seeming like an outsider, Young Master Cao had completely integrated into this new family.

No way,

Young Master Cao’s adaptability was simply stronger.

…

A few days passed.

As the secondary market continued to rise, Cao Cheng’s reputation became increasingly awesome.

Of course,

The rest time was short, how could one not be busy? Otherwise, they’d be useless?

So Young Master Cao started to get busy.

‘Aotian Fund’s’ social engagements.

Tang Xin had extensive connections; some local leaders and bank leaders also had high hopes for them.

The current policies are good, plus the market environment; everyone is looking for places to spend money.

However, the secondary market doesn’t just rise overall and can be played casually.

It also needs to be divided into sectors.

People who don’t know how to play will lose more in a bull market than usual.

For example, the finance sector, cyclical sector, consumer sector, and technology sector…are all rising nicely.

While textiles, clothing, and public utilities are clearly not doing well.

But it’s a good bull market overall, leaning upwards.

But there is one problem.

Who knows when it will fall?

Therefore,

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

This is the meaning of public mutual funds. These funds, whether in a bull market or a bear market, will make various hedging configurations and guarantee fund safety.

Officially, it’s like that; privately, how much profit or loss there is, whether they win or lose, that depends on skill.

Anyway, Aotian Fund reached its peak upon establishment.

Everyone is very optimistic.

This is the convenience that fame brings.

At the dinner, when Cao Cheng appeared, the leaders all stood up and greeted him with smiles.

Young Master Cao felt that this act was superb.

At least, smooth!

At the same time, he also understood why these people were so polite.

Not to mention that Young Master Cao managed their money; just his own net worth was incredibly impressive.

The local leaders hoped this guy wouldn’t leave.

Ideally, he would make money in Zhonghai and spend it in Zhonghai.

They didn’t want him taking anything back to his hometown in Sanjiang.

They wanted him to invest here; the local bank provided full support, giving money when needed.

The government also supported him, giving land when needed and people when needed.

Besides,

This kid has the Ren Family behind him.

Over the next two days, they had two dinners and played a round of golf, the ten-million-yuan kind.

They met many people.

More than ten funds, institutions, and leaders reached over 3 billion yuan in cooperation with Aotian. This was just a test, and all of them were local.

When Aotian really takes off, the scope of influence expands, hundreds of billions of funds are no problem, even trillions, and the management of tens of trillions in the future is imaginable.

…

Young Master Cao had two dinners and was done with his busy schedule.

Time to rest!

Really tired.

Next, it depends on Tang Xin.

She still needs to continue recruiting, fill up all departments, and then allocate funds and formulate policies…

Departments include the shareholder meeting, board of directors, supervisory board, decision-making committee, management team, risk control, and operations…

The direction and investment policies are currently helmed by Young Master Cao and executed by Tang Xin.

The stock market will definitely use blue-chip stocks as the underlying fund, such as Industrial Bank and PetroChina. This is Tang Xin’s requirement; she wants stability, after all, it’s just the beginning.

And bond investment, such as government bonds.

These are basic configurations.

But now that Cao Cheng is here, some funds must be used to invest in some blue-chip stocks, even micro-cap stocks, according to Young Master Cao’s requirements, for profit.

After all, the market environment is so good now.

It’s the beginning.

So they need to make a name for themselves.

There isn’t much time left.

Make as much money as possible.

Young Master Cao picked a few…

That day.

Tang Xin found Cao Cheng and curiously asked, “How high do you think it will go this time?”

Young Master Cao said, “Six thousand.”

“Only six thousand? So low?” Tang Xin was surprised.

“??”

Cao Cheng was stunned.

Do you know what you’re saying?

Is this even human speech?

Low?

That’s low?

Six thousand points is low… Don’t be ridiculous; you won’t see it again in the next twenty years, sister.

You’ll have to wait until twenty-four, uh, twenty-five years later.

… You’ll probably be menopausal by then.

Tch!

Just be happy now.

You’ll have plenty of time to cry later.

But on second thought, she understood. The current market conditions are excellent; some people are already shouting the slogan of reaching six thousand first, then aiming for eight thousand, and challenging ten thousand points.

They really are not afraid of death.

There are fewer people shouting now; by the end of the year…it will start to fall, but even more people will be shouting ten thousand points.