Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 586 - 379: Eyes Closed, Hand Spread Out

Capital City, Siheyuan.

The misty drizzle added a touch of mystery to the mansion that had been uninhabited for a long time.

Their family had gotten rich in Capital City, and then, due to a variety of coincidences, they moved to Magic City.

The mansion, where just the renovation cost over a hundred million, was left vacant.

Pingsheng went to his own room to take a look and found that the plants he was raising were still thriving.

Then, he glanced into the spoiled brat’s room and saw that her favorite seascape room was still full of fish swimming around.

It was indeed worth hiring someone to regularly take care of it; they did a pretty good job.

His wife, Song Yanxi, was still carrying a small suitcase, which, aside from her clothes and jewelry, contained nothing else.

"Husband, shall we invite Du Juan over for a meal at our place? I haven’t been in touch with her for quite some time."

"Sure, just give her a call. I’ll go out and buy some groceries."

Just as Pingsheng was about to leave, a little forehead sneaked in at the doorway, trying to startle him.

Without saying a word, he landed a thump on her forehead.

Song Shuiqing winced in pain, "Brother-in-law, didn’t you see it was me?"

"I hit you because I saw it was you. You’re too mischievous."

Shuiqing wasn’t young anymore, but she was still as playful as she was during her college days.

"If I hadn’t messaged my cousin yesterday, I wouldn’t have known that you guys were also coming back to Capital City."

The New Year was coming up, and she was just here to celebrate it.

"We’re only staying for a day or two; we couldn’t possibly notify everyone!"

"Is that so?"

Shuiqing smiled sheepishly for a moment, then started talking about An’an’s maternal grandfather.

The issue had already caused a huge uproar a few years back.

But Pingsheng, considering that Tengying Group was just getting started, decided to suppress the matter regarding her maternal grandfather.

Now, the old man didn’t have long to live.

A will was drawn up stating that his old house must be given to the caretaker who had been looking after him for so many years—half of it, at least.

Liu Fen’s two sisters and brother wouldn’t stand for it, hosting a quarreling congress right at the hospital’s doorstep.

It was less about reason and more about who was louder.

Whether the old man lived or died wasn’t important, what mattered was getting their hands on the house.

Such scenarios were not uncommon in the city, and his relationship with the Liu family’s side was not that great.

Mainly because they were too opportunistic, and there was even a cousin who had committed suicide by jumping off a building.

He kept even farther from them.

Shuiqing thought her brother-in-law was coming back to handle this, but Pingsheng ignored it completely.

Times had changed!

Each year he spent so much money on the media, and he had shareholding partnerships with all the BAT companies.

He also had significant investments in short video platforms like Kwai and TikTok.

If he said that this news shouldn’t break out, then it most likely wouldn’t.

So, let them make a fuss if they wanted to.

That country caretaker, whether genuine or not, had indeed taken great care of An’an’s maternal grandfather for many years.

In contrast, his own children did nothing but fight tooth and nail over the house, with no other concern at all.

What was he supposed to do in this situation?

When Shuiqing realized he truly had no intention of intervening, she went in to find her cousin.

Song Yanxi was even less concerned.

Her mother, Liu Fen, was directly excluded, and the house was worth just over 10 million.

No matter who won the fight, it seemed likely that the family ties would be utterly severed from then on. Experience more content on novelbuddy

The kind where you give each other cold stares upon meeting.

Indeed, the old saying proved true: once money reaches a certain amount, not even brothers and sisters, let alone parents, can rely on each other.

That was exactly what was happening now.

She might as well call Du Juan over for a meal and also go over the preparations for this year’s Splendid Night.

In truth, everything that needed to be arranged had already been done; it was simply a matter of reviewing the process.

Du Juan was one of her earliest colleagues when she first started working in Capital City, and they had always remained on good terms, though they lost contact as her family became wealthier.

They only got together occasionally when there was time.

Du Juan had always known about her family’s newfound wealth, having witnessed it all along the way.

In reality, the reunion with former colleagues wasn’t initiated by her.

It was her boss who wanted to take this opportunity to see Chen Pingsheng again.

Although Chen Pingsheng isn’t very well-known in ordinary circles due to his long-standing low profile,

he has a significant reputation in the investment community, especially among big investors.

He has invested in several hot startups in recent years, such as Meituan, Pinduoduo, and Melon Seed Used Cars.

In particular, there’s talk that Meituan is already on the path to going public.

The valuation is said to reach as high as 50 billion US dollars.

And Chen Pingsheng’s Tengying Group is impressively listed among the top ten shareholders.

Going public inevitably involves IPO, and just this wave of cashing out could make a fortune.

Unfortunately, Chen Pingsheng himself has no plans to cash out now.

Nor does he have any intention of diluting that 2% stake.

So, he himself will also follow through with this round of IPO financing for Meituan.

Attempting to further increase his shareholding ratio, aiming to gain an additional 1%.

This will probably require an additional investment of over three billion.

Du Juan talked about her former boss as there being no other like him, once so illustrious, discarded by capital the moment he was no longer favored.

His valuation was once over ten billion, but due to blind expansion, the business grew too large.

While spreading himself too thin, he didn’t even manage to maintain his core defenses.

Before concrete profits or completing an IPO plan,

that valuation is just a huge bubble, meaningless when burst.

Clearly, Song Yanxi’s former boss, once so illustrious, is now attempting to seek a bit of help from her family using old boss connections.

Song Yanxi rejected the offer without a second thought.

When they were exploiting her in the past, they didn’t show any compassion, as despite her high school education, she had no chance of becoming a regular employee for years,

always working full-time duties on an intern’s salary.

Now that the company’s in trouble, they’ve suddenly remembered her.

Du Juan said, "I also came ahead to notify you. Our former boss was indeed unreliable. When he had money, his life was glamorous, spending it on a second and third ’mistress’ in Capital City, and even splurging tens of millions wooing young starlets. If you ask me, his company going bankrupt is well-deserved."

"It’s probably more than just bankruptcy."

Du Juan clearly underestimated the capital; taking tens of billions from the capital market and ending up like this.

Without any powerful figures to support and vindicate him from behind, he’ll likely never make a comeback in his life.

She had wanted to bring her husband along to flaunt their success, to show those women who’d rather cry in a BMW.

Sitting on her husband’s little electric scooter, she’s just as carefree.

But now, hearing this, she’s lost all interest.

Her husband isn’t someone just anyone can meet these days.

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Probably returning to Capital City this time is to meet the retired grand dames with formidable backgrounds who were the earliest investors in Water Cloud Space.

After all, it’s New Year’s; relationships that should be maintained must be attended to.

She might also inquire about authorities’ stance on real estate and other industries in the next few years.

Capital City is no ordinary place—a countless number of retired heavyweights reside there.

That’s where the heads of Huaxia reside and the nexus for top-level information.

Every year around this time, Chen Pingsheng would host private parties under various pretexts,

or play mahjong with some old men and old ladies.

Song Yanxi generally wouldn’t get involved in such affairs, nor would she talk about it publicly.

And certainly, she wouldn’t tell Du Juan about her husband’s schedule.

The itinerary during such times is often highly confidential.

It’s simply not possible to let any outsiders know.

If anyone truly believes that Chen Pingsheng neglects all social niceties, that’s naïvely thinking too little of him.

He just doesn’t promote these activities within his own group. After a simple lunch, Du Juan took her leave.

Song Yanxi mentioned to her husband about her former boss’s impending bankruptcy, but Chen Pingsheng merely nodded indifferently.

It didn’t capture his attention much.

Contrastingly, there is another matter that his family must attend to after all.

That is, An’an’s maternal grandfather, Liu Fen’s father, is about to pass away.

Living to his age before departing is definitely a fortunate sorrow, but the old man’s departure is likely to be far from peaceful.

Having raised several children all his life, let alone being heartbroken, at this moment, other than making an uproar outside the hospital room over the house,

there’s no other word of solace.

Out of frustration, the old man did something resolute; he found witnesses to leave the house to the rural caregiver who had been looking after him all along.

Then he closed his eyes, spread out his hands, to whoever it concerns; I won’t give anything to any of you.