Fight To the Third Generation

Su Yehao was really frightened for two or three seconds, and then he realized something was wrong!

Disaster on the descendants? Eight lifetimes of blood mold! ?

Your sister's.

Then how can you inherit the family property, how can you be free and unrestrained.

It's hard to transfer. I met a very rich parent, and I haven't had a few days of happiness. How can I put a bucket of **** on my head at this time?

Although he didn't believe it very much, Su Yehao still held the phone and said decisively, "Bah, bah, bah! It's your uncle, Zhang San is my brother!"

"clear!"

"...I'm just asking you something, why are there so many scenes? Hang up, be careful if you guess, I'll get the hundred dollars back! I'll talk next time, and I'll prepare first."

Su Yehao immediately hung up the phone.

Back in the classroom and sat, thinking about how to play this scene well.

It can be said that whether or not he can successfully persuade his old man to withdraw the funds as soon as possible will directly determine whether he can fight for many years less. Su Yehao will inevitably be very concerned.

The table next to him is empty.

Last night, Su Yehao left first, while Huang Zewen continued to play at the bar, and he didn't go home until early this morning.

That guy doesn't come to class from time to time, and the teacher is used to it.

It doesn't matter at all, it doesn't matter.

Su Yehao thought that at present, he could only use small means to influence his father's decision, or make a lot of noise at home and play the trick.

He used to be just a little overseer.

To talk about meddling in billion-dollar big business, playing some conspiracy, etc., it is really too difficult for him.

What's more, he didn't perform well before. He was just a second-generation ancestor who was idle. He couldn't do anything, and he spent the first place, and he had already disappointed his own father.

So much so that now, no matter what he said in front of Father Su, he felt that his son was talking nonsense.

After all, the financial crisis swept across Southeast Asia has not yet arrived, and the market is hot.

The few properties with huge investment in Gangcheng have basically entered the final stage, and they have also sold a small batch in advance one after another.

It is when the peaches are ripe.

How could Father Su easily decide to let go because of his son's "crazy words".

therefore.

Su Yehao felt that this was difficult, but he was right.

But in fact, in addition to misunderstandings, the Huang family has been attracted to join in, and they have already begun to "help". A group of people jumped up and down to investigate the Su family's business in Hong Kong City and Singapore, ready to seize the opportunity to snipe the Su family.

Su Yehao didn't know about all of this for the time being, and continued to be in distress during the class.

Bullets are flying...

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Around ten o'clock in the morning.

Huang Zewen, who didn't go to class, has accompanied his father to Hong Kong City.

The reason why I came to Hong Kong City is because Huang Jinfei, the father, tossed and turned last night, thinking about several good properties of the Su family in Hong Kong City.

So much so that he left early in the morning and rushed over by yacht, euphemistically called "early inspection".

Yachts over twenty meters long.

The four characters "Hong Fu Qi Tian" are printed on the hull, which is also the name of the yacht.

Jin Fei has no culture, and he likes to be in the limelight. Now he is standing on the deck of the yacht, surrounded by buildings along the coast of Victoria Harbour, and there are many high-rise buildings.

Shortly after.

Extending his fat palm, Jin Fei pointed to the building on the hillside in the distance, and said with a smile, "That real estate was developed by the Su family. I inspected it once when I took the land. When I go back, the property market will definitely collapse, so I don’t want to ask for a high price, and I let Su Papi pick up a bargain in vain.”

"How many buildings in pale yellow? How many are there in total?"

Huang Zewen asked.

He drank wine all night, and now he has only slept for more than three hours. He has been on the boat for a long time, and he just vomited once.

His face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. He deliberately pretended to be okay, so as not to be scolded by his own father.

Jin Fei looked up, stared at the building in the distance, and blurted out:

"Five buildings, each with 28 floors and a total of more than 200 units, are specifically aimed at the rich. If I can get them at a low price, the market prospects will be very good, even if I keep them in my hands and keep collecting rent, There is also no shortage of rich tenants that can be used as family heirlooms for your grandson’s grandson’s generation.”

Huang Zewen then asked, "Go ashore to see later?"

"Of course I'm going. I came here today for this reason. I want to find a chance to eat them!"

A sense of pride emerged from the bottom of my heart, and Jin Fei lit a cigar.

His mind was full of pictures of his own becoming a top giant, his breathing began to become heavier, and he was full of pride.

At this moment.

He suddenly thought of Su Yehao.

This time there was no anger or jealousy, just a calm smile.

Huang Zewen felt that if this momentum continues, it won't be long before that guy is not qualified to wrestle with him...