After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

For example, if you can use 100 million to win 1 billion, if you can do it, I think your father may not agree to let you get married.

It is naturally best to keep this kind of money tree at home.

Another value is to use you for marriage in exchange for political or other benefits.

Besides, what else?

If it's the first one, then it's what I just said, you are valuable to the Huo family, but you are almost worthless to me.

Because I can make more money than you, and faster than you.

Don’t you think this is the truth?”

Huo Shijun gritted her teeth and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and sighed, "Senior sister, go back.

If I help you, I might also face your brother's wrath, which I can't bear.

On the other hand, I don't want to work for nothing. That's for sure, I'm not afraid to tell you.

But you also can't provide me with any value.

Even if I help you, I still need to shut up some people. I am not alone."

Huo Shiyun's heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea.

She didn't know how to get the genius boy in front of her to help her solve this problem.

But at the same time, she didn't know what value she could provide to the other party.

Facing her father and elder brother, as Chen Pingan said, as long as she can bring tens of billions of value to the family, she can live the life she wants independently.

But the prerequisite is that she can get Chen Ping'an's help, and the prerequisite of this matter is that she must demonstrate her value.

This is a cycle.

It's not that she can't accept Chen Ping'an's indifference.

It's just an exchange of interests, which is the most fundamental principle for these people to interact with others.

The problem is that even if I understand, there is nothing I can do.

Chen Pingan sat opposite her, holding a teacup in his hand, and looked at the expression on her face.

There was a silence between the two of them for several minutes.

He watched Huo Shiyun's eyes slowly turn red and tears slowly well up.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down her fair and delicate face, then gathered at her chin, dripped onto her cashmere sweater, and continued to slide down.

"Senior sister," Chen Pingan spoke.

Huo Shijun raised her tearful eyes and looked at him.

"I have a friend who will come to Beijing in the new year. You can go with me to pick him up.

He and his wife have a trading company. You can go there to help out. Maybe you can learn something there.

But what you learn from me won’t be of much help to your future situation.”

"Ah?" Huo Shijun opened her mouth, then took a tissue from the side and wiped her tears.

"For aristocratic families, either political value or commercial value must be reflected; everything else is empty.

These are the only two things you can show your father.

With your ability, I believe you can only start from the business perspective.

It’s not that you can’t play in the financial market, but that I can’t take you with me.

You can go to my friend's company. He and his wife are both top graduates from Wharton Business School. They have a company in Beijing. You can learn from them.

I'll help you make the contact.

As for whether you can learn something, how much you can learn, and how much value you can create, that is all up to you.

If you need help, we'll talk to you then."

Huo Shijun nodded, and when she was about to ask for some details, Chen Pingan continued, "I have never been to that company, and I have never met his wife.

I don’t know much about the company’s situation, but what I do know is that the couple is indeed very good at making money.

If you have learned the skills, after graduation, ask your father to give you a company to practice, and you should be able to demonstrate your value in business soon.

I don’t know if you would like this arrangement.”

Huo Shijun asked, "What's your friend's name?"

"Edwards Cooper. The document you want to see from Professor Huo was written by him." Chen Pingan said lightly.