Fan Liancheng had never heard of this from his father.

Looking back, I have not received any calls from home in the past half month. It is usually only one a week on weekdays.

Li Xiao’s parents were both famous lawyers. After making a name for themselves, they opened a law firm and moved closer to the businessman. They learned the news through his mouth, so there should be no mistakes.

Sitting on the second floor, the lights flashed above my head, the harsh music was disturbing. The dance floor was full of men and women twisting their bodies. Zhao Kuo was busy chatting with several white girls, probably thinking about casting a wide net, and his approach was always like this.

At this moment, Fan Liancheng felt inexplicably irritable. After raising his glass, he drank the beer poured into the cup and asked slightly drunk: "What caused trouble because of what happened? Is it serious?"

Li Xiao looks gentle, wears a pair of black-framed glasses, her hair is cut short and clean, and she is wearing a gray shirt.

Out of good intentions, he told: "I don't know if you are paying attention to the domestic stock market. Since 2005 and now, the Shanghai Composite Index has risen from 998 points to the nearest 4,000 points. Almost everyone who enters the market has made a fortune, and the whole people trade stocks. There is a song online called "Don't Sell If You Die", and the song title is the current situation. Your father found a trader to help manage hundreds of millions of funds. In just one year, he successfully earned more than 400 million, but it touched the red line, and someone happened to target him, so..."

Speaking of this, Li Xiao pointed to Mr. Ge in the crowd downstairs and added:

"He also said before that an uncle competed with your father for commercial land in Sanlitun. I don't know the specific process, but he should have a grudge after losing to your father. The land will definitely make a big profit after building it into a shopping mall. If you guessed correctly, it should be that colleague who found a relationship. You happened to be caught. Whether the matter was big or small, it depends on what happened next. It depends on what to do next. It is under investigation."

Fan Liancheng is smart and has not been ordinary since he was born. In addition, he has studied systematically in business schools, so he instantly grasped the key point.

He asked again: "What's the idea over there? Do I want me to spit out the floor, or just want to make him feel uncomfortable? This kind of entrusting a manager to help manage funds can be pushed to the manager even if something goes wrong. At worst, I can give more compensation. My father can do this method."

"It is impossible to release the land. Even if your father is willing to reconcile, the other shareholders will never agree. Now the matter has been exposed and has been put into the newspaper, so it is not that simple to solve. But at the level of your father, it is no big deal to have a little trouble. I am afraid that other shareholders will use this matter to make a fuss, and introduced some funds back then, and the shares that have been thrown out now have become time bombs."

Li Xiao's words allowed Fan Liancheng to sort out the general context.

He knew that the introduction of funds would be about the Nanhai real estate bubble more than ten years ago.

Like many real estate businessmen at that time, Fan Liancheng's son also lost a lot. Later, he introduced some funds to survive smoothly, and seized the opportunity of housing reform and economic rise to grow rapidly.

Have a glass of wine again.

When Fan Liancheng put down his wine glass, he suddenly shook his head: "The troubles involved in equity disputes are all big troubles. Why do you want me to go back? It's useless to let me go back."

Li Xiao smiled slightly and said, "I just guess that if you are really involved, you have to find someone you can trust to help stabilize the situation. Even old friends who are developing together will find it difficult to trust them completely, so I guess that you, who is your son, will go back and help first."

It seems that there is some reason, but Fan Liancheng still thinks it is unlikely.

I am too lazy to spend more time thinking about these things, and I turn the topic to other things. After drinking, my memories will be blurred...

The next morning.

Before I opened my eyes, I felt dry mouth and tongue. When I got up, I realized that I was not in the dormitory, but sleeping on the sofa in the apartment.

The duplex apartment worth 10 million pounds is nearly eight meters high in the living room, with oversized snow-capped oil paintings hanging on the walls, five bedrooms and five bathrooms, and the living room and kitchen are quite large. The Hyde Park is across the road, which is very close to the Knightsbridge Metro Station, making life very convenient.

Perhaps because it is too close to Kensington Palace Garden Street and is located in one of the best locations in the UK, this kind of mansion is very good.

But it is not the best. Considering that Fan Liancheng is less than 20 years old and has such a house in his name, it is amazing.

If you want to ask, Fan Liancheng really doesn’t feel much. He just has a house and has never been a home. Since he bought it, he has come here for a few times. Perhaps because he was easily obtained, he is not valued at all, just like the Bentley Continental GT parked in the parking lot.

On the contrary, the first time I earned money from working, the strong sense of joy was still vivid in my mind, and I always thought it was my life that truly belonged to me.

It is depressing to say that it is a lot of second generations who treat family property as a burden like him, especially young people who have been deeply influenced by European and American culture.

Fan Liancheng blamed his father for only knowing the reasons for doing business. His rebellious mentality has been preserved since he first came to study in the UK until now.

I got up calmly, rinsed my mouth and drank some cold water first. Then I took a shower and washed up, and went to the cloakroom to get a set of new clothes to change into.

I'm still growing, my old clothes are a little small, so I can barely make do with it.

After washing the dirty clothes, I was about to go out to school when I accidentally heard the sound of the door opening.

A woman's voice sounded and said, "Dylan? Are you still here? I've received the alarm message. Are you right?"

"Well, there is no need to clean up, I'm going to school."

Fan Liancheng looked out from the second floor and saw a pretty Chinese woman putting the anti-wolf spray back into her handbag.

Her name is Feng Qi. She usually works as the lobby manager in a hotel acquired by her company in the early years. Her part-time job is Fan Liancheng's "nanny", of course it is his arrangement.

If Fan Liancheng chose to live in this house, she should have lived in and taken care of him naturally, and she could get double salary.

At present, Feng Qi is still receiving a double salary, but Fan Liancheng himself chose not to let her take care of her. It is a good thing that both parties are happy, so how can they not get along well?

Feng Qi is undoubtedly a sexy woman with a tall figure and a mature woman's sexy. She is 27 years old and has a high salary. Anyway, she must have a much higher income than Fan Liancheng's part-time job.

She smiled on her face: "I only received a message from the security company in the morning and rushed over. No one answered the phone call. I thought it was a thief."

"The cell phone... should be out of power, or maybe it was lost. I drank too much wine last night." After burping, full of alcohol, Fan Liancheng put on his shoes and waved his hand, "I'll go to school first."

"Okay? I'll give you it? Come back to stay tonight?" Feng Qi asked.

She had known Fan Liancheng for two years and had long known the strange temper of this "big young master". If she was a normal person, how could she not live in a mansion so close to the school, but she lived in the school dormitory and worked by herself.

Habits become natural, and you will deliberately avoid interfering in Young Master Fan’s life on weekdays unless the boss has special instructions.

For example, a few months ago, the boss asked the son to work in a hotel, saying that he should work part-time in his company even if he worked part-time. In the end, as she expected, Fan Liancheng refused.

As a rich man, who has no temper? Feng Qi has long been wise about Fan Liancheng's life.

...

I went out and staggered and bought a sandwich for breakfast.

Fan Liancheng was clearly walking on the sidewalk, but unexpectedly, he was hit by a motorcycle that rushed to the sidewalk. To be precise, he had to knock it down after rubbing it, and his head was hit on the curb.

In a trance, he only heard a young woman's voice ringing: "Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!"

Fan Liancheng was clearly confused when he was flying, but he still stubbornly... raised his middle finger.
Chapter completed!