"Yes."

Pressing the car key in his hand, Wang Yongren was about to get into the driver's seat under the flashing cool car lights, his eyes just passing over the two beautiful legs in stockings.

A girl like this, apart from her subtle freshness, has no attraction to him.

"Handsome guy, can you take us for a ride?"

Not caring at all about the other party's indifference, the girl with black stockings took the initiative to ask questions, and the girl with gray stockings next to her was also stupid.

Although there are not many opportunities to meet handsome young men driving luxury cars here, they are not as numerous as what is said on the Internet.

In particular, this luxury car looks very luxurious, and this handsome guy's temperament is even more fascinating.

"Sorry, my co-pilot seat belongs to my girlfriend."

Facing such a proactive young girl, Wang Yongren's eyes did not waver at all.

None of the other party's figure, long legs, and face could compare with his senior sister Su and several young ladies. He had no interest in striking up a conversation or anything like that.

Add in the so-called 'security issue', and there is no need to worry about it at all.

"Then the two of us can be your girlfriends together for half a day!"

Seeing that the young and rich handsome man was unmoved, the girl in black stockings took the initiative to attract her best friend next to her, and even emphasized some words.

"No, I have to pick up my girlfriend now."

Not paying attention to the disappointment on the other person's face, Wang Yongren, with cold eyes, drove the car slowly towards the Yuquan Campus of Jiangnan University.

"Hmph, what's so great about it."

Watching the luxury car leave, the girl with black stockings couldn't help but pause her feet, while the girl with gray stockings who didn't say much also showed disappointment.

...

"Has the car arrived?"

Sitting in the school cafeteria, Su Qiuyi took a piece of mutton to the junior student next to her and asked with a smile.

"Here we are, but it's a bit too high-profile and not suitable for driving to a school."

Speaking of this, thinking of the two girls he met before, Wang Yongren felt that it was somewhat unsafe to drive a sports car into the campus of the highest university in Jiang Province.

"I just said it's not appropriate. You should drive it yourself from now on."

After listening to her junior's words, Su Qiuyi, who had no interest in sports cars, reiterated her decision not to drive.

"Yeah, that's okay."

Knowing that Senior Su doesn't like driving now, Wang Yongren is thinking of preparing a mobility scooter for her before she goes to work part-time at a design institute next year.

Now that Senior Sister Su spends most of her time at school, she really has no interest in driving. Then running back and forth will no longer be possible.

When the time comes, preparing a million-dollar car can also indirectly block the unwanted thoughts of ordinary coveters.

In the afternoon, Wang Yongren returned to Lido in the Mercedes-Benz RV arranged by Sister Han.

That night, Wang Yongren, who had promised before, invited Director Qiu to have dinner to deepen the relationship between them.

"Yongren, if you have anything to do in the future, just call me. As long as it's academic matters, I will help you take care of them so that you don't have to worry about anything."

Director Qiu, who drank two glasses of red wine and ate a lot, patted his heart and promised.

"Then I'll trouble you, Director Qiu."

After receiving the other party's affirmation, Wang Yongren smiled and refilled the other party's glass.

After drinking and eating, Wang Yongren, who called a taxi for the other party, handed over the two bottles of Maotai and two Yellow Crane Towers he had prepared: "Director Qiu, walk slowly."

"Look at this..."

After looking at the logo in the bag, Director Qiu was a little embarrassed and had no time to say anything, so the taxi driver took him back to the direction of the teachers' dormitory.

When the great writer-student was out of sight, Director Qiu, who had a drunken look on his face, couldn't help but smile.

Just the Feitian Moutai and Yellow Crane Tower in this bag are worth his three months' salary.

I have to say that the success of that great writer Wang was not accidental, and he also had a good grasp of the world.

"I have to go home and take a look tomorrow."

Thinking that there was still a pile of wine in the house in Lianhua Community, Wang Yongren thought it would be better to take it home.

Even if you don't sell it, you can give it to relatives and friends, but it is a waste to keep it here.

At nine o'clock on Wednesday morning, after signing contracts with several agents, Wang Yongren drove back to his hometown in Lidu.

"Mom, where is dad?"

At around ten o'clock, when Wang Yongren returned home, he only saw his mother settling accounts behind the counter, but he did not see his father.

"Well, the Mido Hotel next door wants to be transferred. Your dad should go over and have a chat."

After indicating the direction to the right, Zhang Xian came out from behind the counter and handed her son a bottle of hot milk: "Son, why are you back today?"

She remembered that today was Wednesday, and it was rare to come back on weekends. Is there something wrong with her son's return this time?

"Starting this week, the school has arranged for a probationary internship. A teacher at the school helped me tell a certain middle school that I would just get a stamp stamped at that time."

After hearing his mother's question, Wang Yongren briefly explained it so as not to worry the other party.

With his current low grades, his parents won't really push him to pursue a graduation direction in any examination institution.

"Oh, is it cold outside now? Remember to wear clothes."

Zhang Xian, who had previously heard her son talk about going to a book signing abroad on the phone, was not worried about her son's studies but was concerned about her son's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

"It's not bad, it's just a little lower than our place. Before we went there, the staff asked about the local weather."

"That's good......"

After chatting for a while, Zhang Xian, who saw that it was about time, tidied up and prepared to go home.

As the supermarket's business expanded and five or six more people were hired, Zhang Xian, who has more time, usually goes home to cook.

"Son, why do you have so many Feitian Moutai?"

When she came downstairs to the unit where her family lived, she saw her son taking out a large box of wine from the trunk. Zhang Xian, who recognized the logo on it, asked in surprise.

"It's a gift from a friend. You can sell it in the store later or ask dad to take it out and give it away. I don't have anywhere to give it away."

Speaking of the disposal of Maotai liquor, Wang Yongren, who had no place to send it, planned to leave it to his father.

"We don't have much of this wine in the store, so it would be a pity to sell it. It just so happens that your dad is going to visit several New Year's greetings this year, so this wine is just right."

"Just watch and deal with it. By the way, Mom, this is a gift I brought for you and dad from abroad..."

At around eleven o'clock, mother and son were chatting. Wang Youliang, wearing a green coat, walked into the house. When he saw his son, he asked in surprise: "Yongren, you're back?!"

"Dad, you can eat now. How was your chat with the owner of Mido Hotel?"

After getting a bottle of warmed plum garden for his father, Wang Yongren asked.

He didn't expect that his family was developing very fast. He had just won the right to operate the on-campus store of a public primary and secondary school in the city, and he was about to buy a hotel in the blink of an eye.

"The price charged by Miduo is too high. Not counting the front desk on the first floor, the remaining five-story hotel only has 50 rooms, and the asking price is 3 million."

Speaking of this, Wang Youliang, who took the milk and sat at the dining table, started to talk a lot: "I looked at their occupancy rate, and it's only about 50% on average for a year. The average price of a room is 100 yuan, and it's open all year round.

The cost is around 800,000 to 900,000 yuan. After deducting water, electricity and labor, the annual profit may only be around 400,000 yuan. Also, this hotel is too old, and it will cost around 1 million yuan to renovate it, which is not cost-effective."

Because of his son's outstanding performance, Wang Youliang, who did not want to fall behind too much, thought that after having a savings of about three million, he would not buy a house in the city but a hotel to expand his family's financial resources.

Anyway, my son is only a junior in college now, so we can wait until next year to prepare a wedding room and other matters.

The profits from the primary and secondary schools we acquired at the beginning of the year have been very stable over the course of the year, much more than 2 million.

However, I didn't expect that this Miduo Hotel would have a lot of customers, but its profits would be average.

The annual profit of more than 400,000 yuan seems to be quite a lot, but compared with their supermarket, it is a little less interesting. Moreover, the initial investment in decoration and daily expenses are a bit large, so it is really not a good project.

"If it's not cost-effective, then look at something else."

After listening to his father's analysis, Wang Yongren didn't make any suggestions.

The hotel industry is an industry that seems to have stable profits, but the initial investment is relatively large, and there is basically not much development prospect in small counties.

For example, the current Kangyong County East and West Railway Stations seem to have a lot of traffic, but they will be relocated one after another in more than ten years. The surrounding hotels cannot be moved, and there is no way to demolish them. The business will be greatly affected, so they can only support them silently.

"If the hotel doesn't work, why not go to Wuyuan West Bus Station and check out the transferred supermarket?"

Knowing her husband's thoughts, Zhang Xian served food to the father and son respectively and came up with an idea.

Previously, a supermarket owner in Wuyuan wanted to return to his hometown for development and wanted to transfer the supermarket next to Wuyuan West Bus Station. However, the asking price was a bit high, so no one took over for the time being.

After all, in the supermarket industry, outsiders would not dare to take over casually.

Compared to the somewhat unfamiliar industry of hotels, they are still more secure in their old business of being a supermarket.

"Well, I'll take a look when I have time."

After nodding, Wang Youliang felt more confident in developing and growing in a familiar industry.

It's better to do something new than to do something familiar. With the passenger flow of Wuyuan West Bus Station, the supermarket's income is relatively stable.

"Dad, house prices may rise in the next two years. If you build a supermarket, it's best to buy it together with the property rights. Otherwise, the rent will rise and it will be uneconomical. If you don't have enough money, don't borrow it. I have it here."

I remember that Wuyuan West Station will be demolished in a few years, so Wang Yongren specially reminded me.

Within ten years, when Jiang Province encountered demolition, it was a matter of getting rich overnight.

Especially during the years of rapid development in Wuyuan city, the city's price tripled in a year. The demolition of a thousand-square-meter supermarket could directly create a billionaire.

"My son is right. I will check out the property rights when the time comes. However, you keep the royalties you earn yourself. Your mother and I are still young, so how can we keep using your money."

Wang Youliang agreed with his son's suggestion, but he was unwilling to spend any more of his son's money.

The money he spent to buy several nearby shops had already cost his son a lot of money, which made him feel a little uncomfortable as a father.

If he spends his son's money later, wouldn't it be very shameful for him as a father?

"Dad, there is no interest on using my money. Your money will no longer be mine. Besides, I received my foreign manuscript fee last month, so I can't spend it even if I have money."

Speaking of this matter, Wang Yongren gave some advice to his father who wanted to save face.

The money in his bank account now is no less than these few million.

And next month, he will clear out all Moutai stocks in his securities account. Except for a certain rich-rich node in September in his memory, he will have no place to invest for a while.

"Although you have earned a lot of royalties, don't be so loud. Son, you have to be ordinary."

After hearing his son's words, Wang Youliang, who felt a little harsh, frowned and spoke a few words of reminder.

"Son, how much money do you have in your account?"

Afraid that her husband's tone would be too harsh, Zhang Xian on the side quickly changed the topic.

"Last month's royalties just arrived this morning. It must be more than 100 million!"

There were no outsiders in the house, and Wang Yongren didn't hide anything, and gave an honest explanation.
Chapter completed!