Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

In Song Shuiqing’s eyes, Chen An’an must be carefree now, able to buy whatever she wants.

But is that really the case?

Obviously not!

Contrarily, the two hundred million she now had only brought her more troubles than the two hundred thousand monthly allowance she used to get.

She had been in Shenzhen for just over a month, new environment, new classmates.

Unlike Magic City’s refinement, kids in Guangdong tend to be more low-key.

But that’s just superficially low-key.

Just like the twenty-odd classmates in her class, most of their families are pretty wealthy.

This concept of being quite wealthy means having assets worth hundreds of millions.

There are also some parents who are high-ranking managers, whose own income might not be low, earning about one or two million a year.

They send their children to these international primary schools filled with rich people, perhaps hoping they can receive the best education.

And at the same time, make friends with people from the wealthy class.

The parents’ intentions are certainly good, but... will the outcome really be good?

Chen An’an came to know that two female classmates’ families were definitely not bad, with parents earning at least five to six hundred thousand a year.

After being sent here, they nearly developed autism.

Because with their family’s income, they were practically at the bottom of the international school.

The parents invested half of their family expenses hoping their children could squeeze into the wealthy class from a young age.

However, the effect was quite the opposite.

Instead of fostering confidence in such an environment, they began to feel inferior.

They even resented their parents, asking "Why don’t you work harder to earn money, so I wouldn’t have such a big gap with my classmates!"

Chen An’an wouldn’t have this kind of trouble, because no matter where she goes, her Dad is always among the top.

In other words, the brightest kid in the crowd.

In such an environment, she has long developed innate confidence.

Not to mention her Dad is now spending so much time accompanying her.

Within just half a month of arriving here, she has genuinely become the big sister figure of the class.

But compared to before, she’s much more low-key and no longer drags her classmates to cause reckless disturbances with her erhu playing.

However, she also understood a principle.

No matter how much her parents give her, that’s all earned through their hard work.

So she must cherish it and learn how to use the resources at hand to make money from money.

Chen An’an organized a money-making conference in the class, specifically to discuss how to multiply wealth.

If this were in a regular primary school, it would be a joke.

But in an international primary school, even though these kids are only about ten years old, they can still seriously discuss such matters.

Because they have been influenced by their parents from a young age, not to mention their academic achievements, their insights are definitely not something average children can match.

The children in the class come from various backgrounds; some parents are in finance, some are village chiefs in Guangdong, and of course, some are company owners.

The best way for Chen An’an to learn about making money is naturally to pool their wisdom.

For example, one classmate suggested selling water from the Alps at one hundred per barrel, which could definitely make a fortune.

Or another classmate suggested taking little penguins from Antarctica for exhibitions in Africa.

That would surely make a fortune, too. Your next chapter is on NovelBin.Côm

Chen An’an looked at the two little classmates with the gleam of wisdom in their eyes; she really wanted to say, if your dad doesn’t design a family fund for you early to manage the dizziness that comes with starting a business,

You could probably waste your family’s fortune of eight generations.

That’s not even the most outrageous proposal; another classmate suggested digging water wells in the desert, ten thousand apiece, buy or die of thirst.

Ten thousand per well, sell ten thousand wells a day, that’s a billion.

Getting more and more excited as they spoke.

Give her a well, and she could topple the world’s richest man.

Alright… you understand business.

Chen An’an silently drew a big black line behind this classmate’s name.

Banning her from proposing ideas in the future.

That’s not even the most preposterous idea; there’s another plan to produce Wenzhou leather shoes in Africa for Sapu.

Have Aud Biao ride their own-produced motorcycles hauling bananas.

Unbelievable, out of a class of 25, half were the Wolongs and Feng Chus.

Simply outrageous.

Looks like brainstorming won’t get us far, to make money we’ll have to rely on An’an’s extraordinary smarts.

Actually, Chen An’an wants to make money not to let down her Dad’s years of nurturing.

Nor does she want to disappoint him, really. If she did make money, she’d have nowhere to spend it.

Now her Dad’s gone back to Magic City, leaving her and her sister here. Every time the school day ends, Shen Youwei would come to pick her up in a Cullinan.

Followed by two bodyguard vehicles.

Dad’s not here, nor are her mom, grandma, or maternal grandmother.

She’s somewhat unaccustomed to that.

"Youwei, do you have friends in Shenzhen?"

"Yes, many of my townsfolk work here."

"Let’s go visit them."

"Visit them?"

Shen Youwei wondered, "Most of my townsfolk work in factories. I’ve heard from them that there are suicides in the factory every month. An’an, you shouldn’t go!"

"Suicide, why?"

"Probably because life is too oppressive, and they can’t see any hope."

Shen Youwei said, "An’an, you might not understand factory workers well. Their lives are a monotony of point-to-point existence, the same routine every day, and it’s easy for them to fall into depression."

"I do understand a bit."

Chen An’an said, "Last year, my Dad took me to live in an urban village for two months. Most people there work in factories, and I’ve been much less recklessly mischievous since then."

Well... Shen Youwei hadn’t contacted her fellow villagers much since coming here, mainly to avoid affecting taking care of the sisters.

Since An’an wanted to go this time, she might as well take her for a visit.

More than half of Shenzhen is made up of migrant workers who support the city’s vigorous growth.

Yet, they are often at the bottom of society, unseen and hopeless in this city.

Shen Youwei contacted a childhood classmate, who took a different path from her university studies.

This girl had gone early to work in a Shenzhen factory with other villagers.

She used to keep in touch after going to Xiangjiang, but upon returning to Shenzhen, she wouldn’t respond to any messages.

The reason was simple; she ended up as an easy-money girl in the back alleys.

These girls, however wealthy when they returned to their village, didn’t wish their folks back home to know what they did.

So, they’d find some excuse, shrouded in mystery, to refuse.

As long as nobody from the village knew, perhaps they’d still hold a last speck of sanctity.

But if it was known, they’d be utterly exposed.

Shen Youwei, feeling helpless, tried to contact others.

Their village was poor, many having no other choice but to work away from home.

Believe it or not, she managed to get in touch with someone.

This guy had once had a crush on her in middle school, now apparently he was a driver here.

To meet Shen Youwei, he even brought out the boss’s luxury car.

He also bought a suit and neatly tied a black tie, hesitating in front of a florist whether to buy a flower or not.

He mustered the courage and bought it.

But upon seeing Shen Youwei, as gorgeous as ever, he couldn’t muster the courage to express his liking.

Perhaps this is the helplessness of reality.

Zhang Yong attempted to reach out with his uneasy hands, thought better of it, and withdrew.

"Youwei... how could you bring yourself to call me?" @@novelbin@@

"I couldn’t get in touch with Ling Hua, and I wondered if you knew where she might be."

Ling Hua... from their village too.

Zhang Yong felt incredibly awkward when he saw her; one a john, the other a prostitute.

Then, there were old classmates who hadn’t seen each other for years and from the same village.

In Ling Hua’s eyes, Zhang Yong saw panic.

Ling Hua saw embarrassment in his eyes, after which they could only share a smile and never meet again.