The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Remember?

I remember being hell.

In the eyes of parents and elders, children are always children, no matter how old they are, they are still children.

So, how could adults take the child's condition seriously?

Zhao Donglai had long forgotten the conditions that he promised Zhao Jiangchuan not long ago, but he also had a little impression when Zhao Jiangchuan mentioned it like this.

It was just that he was trained by his daughter-in-law. Zhao Donglai was full of resentment. Zhao Jiangchuan came to talk to him about the conditions, didn't he make it clear that he was courting death.

Zhao Donglai's eyes widened and he scolded, "Hey, little bastard, you really dare to talk to me about conditions."

Yes, my father is ready to cheat, he is really a real father.

Zhao Jiangchuan felt a sigh of relief in his heart, and turned his head to target his mother, Huang Yajuan. He couldn't afford to offend him, and there was always someone who could take care of him.

Those eyes, that expression, aggrieved like a bullied little daughter-in-law.

How could a mother not feel sorry for her son, Zhao Jiangchuan's expression immediately aroused Huang Yajuan's distress, even though she knew that this guy's expression was mostly fake.

"Xiao Chuan, your father forgot I still remember it, don't be afraid of him, tell me what you want."

"What else can I want, this kid doesn't want money to play games, he just wants to buy a game console."

What does Zhao Jiangchuan want?

Of course, he didn't want to be beaten to death. He didn't know if his parents would strip him alive when they found out the truth.

It's just a showdown, and the words must not be so direct.

Zhao Jiangchuan laughed twice.

"Mom, listen to me, I made some money some time ago."

Huang Yajuan was stunned for a while, then Yile. She pointed at Zhao Donglai and scolded with a smile: "Whoever said my son knew how to play games, my son can make money."

"He can earn a fart as a student. Don't be fooled by this kid. Maybe you are waiting to dig a hole for you to get lucky money in advance."

Of course Huang Yajuan was dissatisfied. She gave Zhao Donglai a blank look and said casually, "Xiaochuan, how did you make money? How much did you earn? How did you earn it?"

How did you earn it?

Of course, I stole all the money from our family to earn it.

But Zhao Jiangchuan didn't dare to say it. If he dared to say it, his skin would not be scraped off a layer. Maybe he would be beaten to death as he told He Tianya.

Dare to steal all the money and go to buy government bonds, and create the illusion of being stolen by a thief.

"Well, I didn't make much money, I made a little bit."

Zhao Jiangchuan smiled "sorry", that twisted look made Huang Yajuan amused and Zhao Donglai rolled his eyes.

It's right that you don't earn much, both of them have this idea in their hearts.

Huang Yajuan laughed lightly, and she was happy to see her son present the treasure.

The same is true for Zhao Donglai. As a father, he is not clear about the virtues of his son.

Otherwise, with Zhao Jiangchuan's character, he would not have jumped to the sky early.

But the two of them were still very comforted, and suddenly there was a feeling that their son had grown up.

It doesn't matter how much money you make.

But the two of them were really curious, how could their son, who usually only asks for money, make money.

So, the two were dumbfounded.

After Zhao Jiangchuan embarrassedly picked up the schoolbag and dumped the money in it on the table, Zhao Donglai and Huang Yajuan both looked like they were casted a body-setting spell, and they were all dumbfounded.

Four old people's heads, light blue, one hundred yuan.

A table of money.

They were all bundles of hundred-dollar bills.

Unprepared Huang Yajuan's mind went blank. Even if she was an accountant in the factory, she was dealing with all the money in the factory, so naturally she couldn't compare with her son who suddenly took out a bunch of money.

Is this how much money you don't make?

Is Zhao Donglai an official?

Although he was also frightened by a table of money, he recovered quickly.

However, when a table of hundred-yuan bills was placed in front of him, he was also quite frightened.

You know, he used to worry about making money every day, and it took him several years to get that less than 200,000.

But the pile of money on the table was tied into seven bundles with straw ropes, and no need to count them to know that it was 700,000.

What is the concept of seven hundred thousand?

Buying a pound of the best pork belly is three yuan and eight, buying a square meter house is four hundred yuan, and the salary is three hundred yuan a month...

There is no need to continue counting, Zhao Donglai is also speechless by the purchasing power of the 700,000 representatives.

Even at this moment, he suddenly had a very strange idea, if 700,000 is a little bit, then what is the 200,000 he embezzled for several years.

Is it mosquito legs?

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't speak, he could imagine what kind of impact these 700,000 would have on his parents.

But this is a necessary process. It is better to hide some things than to spread them directly. He needs to plant a seed in Zhao Donglai's heart.

No matter how much money is embezzled, it will not be able to get on the table.

Zhao Jiangchuan was waiting, he was waiting for his parents to digest the 700,000 shock, and he was waiting for the questioning from the two.

In an extremely quiet environment, the time always seemed to be very long, maybe five seconds, maybe five minutes before Huang Yajuan recovered from that shock.

There was no joy in her eyes of suddenly having a large fortune, but a deep fear, as if the money on the table would turn into a devil who chooses people at any time.

She was really scared. When Zhao Donglai was embezzling, she was worried every day, worried at any time whether the crime would be exposed and the family would be torn apart.

It's just that Zhao Donglai has been embezzling for so long, and he has only embezzled about 200,000 yuan, but Zhao Jiangchuan is better, if he throws it away, he throws out a full 700,000 yuan.

This is money. Everyone works hard every day and engages in various industries, not all for money.

A full 700,000 yuan, Huang Yajuan couldn't think of what to do to earn 700,000 yuan.

Not to mention that Zhao Jiangchuan is still studying, just how many people who have worked all their lives can give a fraction.

You know, the ten thousand yuan household already represents the wealth of the middle class.

Huang Yajuan was so frightened that her face turned pale. The seven hundred thousand on the table made her guess at random. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, she asked tremblingly.

"Xiao... Xiaochuan, where did you come from... so much money."

Zhao Jiangchuan couldn't bear it, he knew that his mother was really frightened.

After all, Huang Yajuan is just a woman. She is tired of worrying that her man will be taken away every day. Now her son has given out so much money all at once.

She was really freaked out.

Money is wealth and it is true, but money is also a sin, otherwise no one would say that the real way to make money is written in the law.

Zhao Jiangchuan couldn't help but complained about his father again. If it wasn't for his arrogant father, would he need so much thought.

Zhao Donglai didn't say anything, and looked at Zhao Jiangchuan with extremely complicated eyes, but his attitude was also very clear. He was also waiting to see how Zhao Jiangchuan explained.

How can Zhao Jiangchuan explain?

Of course he could only tell the truth.

"Mom, I have a very big secret, but you must never tell anyone this secret."