Fight To the Third Generation

Father Su drank too much, and his mind was elsewhere.

Leaning on the desk at the moment, he said: "Xiaohao, you are not too young, you should know something, business is difficult now. You earned more than 200 million Hong Kong dollars in the first quarter of last year, and the first three months of this year have passed. Not only did I not make any money, but I also lost a little bit, and life is not easy.”

Hear the words.

Su Yehao had the urge to suddenly explode and destroy his relatives.

I earned more than 200 million in three months... Old Versailles!

Considering that the money at home is my own money, this is a little bit of balance.

"How much did you earn in total last year?" Su Yehao took the opportunity to ask.

Dad sighed and replied:

"Seven, seven, eighty-eight combined, the assets will appreciate by one billion Hong Kong dollars, but now it is more difficult to sell houses. In the past few years, when the house price rose, everyone rushed to buy a house. Now many media say that it will fall, and partners have to take shares and leave. , I didn't dare to let go of the house, lest I be told that I would be thrown on the street, once my reputation is bad, it will be even more finished, blame me for being too black-hearted before."

Taking a deep breath, he turned to his side subconsciously.

Jiang Yu's head seemed to have been hit by a wooden stick, and it kept buzzing.

With this wealth and strength, Su Yehao's eyes lit up, and he said, "Anyway, I have made so much money, so hurry up and sell it at a discount. As long as the price is lower than the surrounding real estate, people feel that there is money to be made, and they will still come to buy a house. Gangcheng. There are many old houses and small houses, if there is a chance to change to a new house, someone will buy it.”

"But someone has already bought a house before. If the price is lowered, they will definitely make trouble. Although there are not many people, the trouble is very serious. Once it is published in the newspaper, it will be over."

Father Su shook his head, changed the subject and said, "In the past few days, I have often heard you talk about our company, knowing that caring is a good thing, my son, you have finally grown up. Be a little bit more restrained recently, and study hard in school, I just received a call from an old friend, and many people are investigating our family, probably wanting to take action against me."

"Shoot you?"

"It's not clear yet, there should be some movement tomorrow."

After speaking, he patted his son on the shoulder, burped his wine, and went downstairs to drink tea.

Continuing to sit, Su Yehao was wondering, thinking that his own family is not listed, and secondly, he has no good things. His assets are mainly real estate. Now it is like a ticking time bomb. What is there to do?

I can't figure it out at all. I just think that my father offended someone.

Hearing that, the idea of ​​cashing out seems to have already started. This is obviously a good thing. It seems that finding Feng Shui gentlemen to scare the old man is somewhat effective.

While distracted, the chair was pushed away by Jiang Yu.

I saw that Jiang Yu had six gods and no masters,

Yin Liuli is putting on a mask.

The 96 version of "Journey to the West" is playing on the TV, with subtitles, so I can just watch it.

The small apartment is not very large, and it is quite spacious for one person to live in. It is more comfortable than the house she rented when she started her business. The appliances and furniture are complete, the quilts and sheets are also new, and the scenery outside the window is also good.

Renting an apartment in this place also comes with free cleaning four times a month, and the living experience is quite good.

Now this situation.

Accidentally heard the doorbell.

Yin Liuli looked around for a moment, and when the doorbell rang again, she asked, "Who?"

"...I." Su Yehao said.

"..."

Su Yehao woke up after six o'clock.

en route.

I didn't think much about it.

I went home and pretended to be home last night, but I just went out to exercise early in the morning.

I lied to the nannies first, went back to the room and messed up the bed, then I was satisfied and changed my clothes.

The nanny at home will fold the tissue into a swan shape, and people will give you food and drink. Just throw the dirty clothes into the rattan basket. Every day when you go home, the cups are neat and the trash cans are emptied. This kind of despised life makes Su Yehao very uncomfortable. It's hard to think of moving away from home.

No one noticed that he wasn't there at all last night.

When eating breakfast, Jiang Yu's eyes were haggard, and he was extremely silent, as if he had aged three years overnight.

Actually, Su Yehao ran out of the house quietly last night. She was the culprit. She accidentally lit the powder keg. Hormones are not something that Su Yehao can suppress if he wants to.

During breakfast.

Father Su read the newspaper seriously, but didn't have the heart to drink porridge.

The article said that the settlement of the project in Singapore was difficult, and the suppliers who provided building materials to the Su family might be out of luck. It also said that the Hong Kong City real estate project is likely to be unfinished.

Not only the Sanwu tabloids, but the two newspapers with the largest circulation in Hong Kong City have all pointed this out.

To say that there is no one behind the push, it would certainly not be so coincidental.

After reading it, I sighed.

Doing engineering and real estate development, of course, he will not pay all of his own money. He owes several hundred million to building materials dealers. Father Su has already predicted that his phone will be blown up today, which is very difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, I haven't changed my mobile phone, so I can pretend that my big brother has no signal.

The second and third aunts obviously know something. They only eat and don't talk. One is quieter than the other.

Only Su Yehao looked at Jiang Yu from time to time, and even stretched his legs and kicked the girl's feet.

Jiang Yu lowered his head and almost buried his face in his rice bowl...