Chapter 719: Chapter 527: I Want to Be a Little CEO

How much money does Chen Pingsheng actually have?

Even his wife Song Yanxi might not be able to give a clear answer; giving out ten billion as employee bonuses had its benefits.

It was in the aspect of Luck value where it increased by ten points.

These ten points then freely dispersed, landing on his wife and daughter.

Luck is an elusive thing; even he himself doesn’t know exactly what it’s good for.

He only knew that after the increase in Luck value, he actually found a hundred yuan note on the ground when he stepped outside in the morning.

He had no idea who had lost it there—should he pick it up?

And after picking it up, should he hand it over to the police?

If the Luck he bought for ten billion ended just like this, it would be too frustrating.

It seems it’s not enough yet.

In Chen Pingsheng’s mind, the greatest benefit of Luck value is to keep his family safe from accidents.

Everything else is not that important.

Since it’s still the Spring Festival period, many places in Magic City have hung up red couplets.

Even at the entrance of their home, two festive red lanterns were hung.

After the annual meeting, the family joyfully prepared for the Lantern Festival.

Er Piya was the first to ask for a gift, and Chen Pingsheng generously gave her the hundred yuan he picked up that morning.

Er Ya opened her eyes wide, “Dad, this is supposed to be a New Year’s red envelope, and you’re giving me just a hundred yuan?”

“Is that not okay? If not, give it back to me.”

Er Piya huffed, crinkling her cute little nose, and without hesitation stuffed the hundred yuan back into her pocket.

“Dad, big sister is already a major CEO, and she even has her own big company; I also want to be a little CEO.”

“Fine, here’s one billion, and have your mom go to The Bund to buy you a little headquarters so you can go whenever you want.”

Er Piya couldn’t believe her Dad; something too simple made her rather skeptical.

Don’t be fooled by her five years of age; she was indeed very clever.

She didn’t earn her title of prodigy for nothing.

Er Ya spoke earnestly, “Dad, I’m serious. Can you be a bit more serious?”

“I am serious. You can be a little CEO, but I have one condition.”

Chen Pingsheng tapped the table; this Er Piya in their home was reaching an age of being universally unbearable.

If she saw a dog on the street, she would run over to kick it.

Hu Qilin would cry upon seeing her.

Other children, seeing her coming with her hands behind her back, would scatter immediately.

You can see just how annoying a five-year-old Er Ya can be.

Er Piya knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

“Dad, you tell me. There are no terms that Er Congming cannot accept.”

Chen Pingsheng said, “I don’t care what you want to do as this little CEO, but you must work with me in the factory for two months during this year’s summer vacation.”

Er Ya was fine with everything else, but the most troublesome thing has been that she was too wealthy since birth.

She had no compassion for ordinary people.

Not to mention sympathizing, as long as she didn’t bully you, that was considered good enough.

This was vastly different from her older sister.

Chen An’an at least lived in a rental room for four or five years, whereas even when she went to mountainous areas, Er Ya couldn’t muster any sympathy for the locals.

She just instinctively disliked the mountain life.

Many rich second generations share this common problem, and no matter how smart these people are, or if they go to top foreign universities,

when they come back to take over the family business, the first thing they often do is drastically initiate corporate reforms.

Trying to immediately overturn their parent’s successful experiences.

Then with what she believes to be a more advanced set, she completely leads the enterprise to its downfall.

Chen Pingsheng believes that anyone who is not grounded and doesn’t understand the living conditions of various classes, no matter how smart, is just building castles in the air.

Because they simply do not understand what the common people think about every day.

Using their so-called business logic, they hope to become a top boss on this land.

This is like talking to a lunatic in their dreams.

Wang Yanfeng, whom he knows, is a typical example of this.

He can talk a big game in English, but when it comes to actual practice, it’s worthless.

He definitely doesn’t want Er Piya to grow up and become someone like him.

To be honest, the issue of Er Piya’s education has always been a headache for him.

She’s clearly harder to teach compared to her sister, Chen An’an.

“Sure.” Er Piya agreed quickly. It was just going to the factory, and it wasn’t like she had never seen one before.

First, just like her sister, she’d become a mini CEO, and then they would see.

Chen Pingsheng is still very big on fairness, having bought Chen An’an a five-story building from the Republican Era in The Bund to use as the headquarters of the Anle Fund.

He would definitely buy a similarly sized place in The Bund for Er Piya too.

He didn’t even know what the heck Er Ya was up to with this headquarters, but he let her be.

At the group’s annual meeting, after he had spent a billion, he still had over ninety billion left in his pocket.

Buying a building in The Bund was such an investment that, even if it didn’t make money, it wouldn’t lose any.

But housing prices were still rising sharply this year, causing many who had adopted a wait-and-see approach,

to jump in one after another, shouldering high mortgage loans.

There were even many people who made the declaration that housing prices would never fall.

He didn’t know where this sort of information came from?

But be it the Bund Community, various homeowners’ groups, or property speculation circles, they were all spreading this message.

Many people spoke about it until they believed it, and even more listened till they drained three generations of savings to buy in.

Chen Pingsheng had his own judgment and was not influenced by others.

A building in The Bund now started at over ten billion.

Unable to find a five-story one, he went for a six-story building, priced at a steep 16 billion.

The price was somewhat insane.

The price per square meter in this area was close to 200,000 and still surging toward 300,000.

Even many of his relatives were saying that he had sold off those houses too early.

If he had sold them two years later, he would have made a few extra billions.

Chen Pingsheng just chuckled, too lazy to bother with them.

After purchasing the building for Er Ya, he asked her what she exactly wanted to do, to which Er Ya replied, she didn’t know either.

She just wanted to be a mini CEO, but what a CEO does, she had no idea.

Fine then… seeing as you’re only five, I’ll spare you the scolding.

But Er Piya was happy; her building was even taller than her sister’s.

Finally, she had bested her sister at something.

Chen Pingsheng took her home and let her slowly figure out what kind of CEO she wanted to be.

His wife, Song Yanxi, also came home, bringing along Little Third, Chen Lu.

This Little Third really didn’t resemble his two sisters at all, being so honest that it was almost over the top.

He originally had plans for a frugal upbringing, but that just wouldn’t work with this personality.

He had no choice but to change plans, even taking him to the villas in Xiangjiang and Magic City.

Little Third, Chen Lu, was still a bit timid and scared.

Chen Pingsheng told his wife not to worry; the kid wasn’t even two yet, there was no need to rush.

Besides, being a little honest was not a bad thing at all.

Little Third, Chen Lu, was the one least likely to cry or make a fuss at home.

Everyone liked him, right?

Song Yanxi didn’t argue with him; anyway, she always felt that it wasn’t good for a boy to be too honest.

Especially those born into their kind of family.

Growing up meant inheriting a hundred-billion fortune; how could one be too honest?

She sure thought far ahead.

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