1994: From a young man from a small town to a second-generation resident of Shanghai

"You've spent all five thousand yuan?" Chen Fang was quite surprised when she heard the news. "How did you spend it?"

Chen Yong didn't dare say that he spent four thousand yuan on clothes for women. Instead, he said, "I rented an office in Pudong and spent the money on furnishing it."

Are you starting a business?

Chen Yong nodded, "I also want to try starting my own business. My aunt is there to back me up."

"You're a good kid, at least you know you have your aunt backing you up."

"What kind of business are you planning to start? You haven't even started university yet and you're already thinking about starting a business. That's very ambitious! Your aunt supports you. It's okay if you fail; it will be good experience for the future."

She's truly my aunt; money talks. Not only did she not criticize him for wasting money, but she also supported him.

A few thousand yuan is the annual salary of an ordinary worker. Chen Yong's adoptive parents don't even earn five thousand yuan a year, but for Chen Fang, it's as easy as drinking water.

"I started a consulting firm to teach others how to start a business."

Chen Fang immediately sensed something was amiss. "You didn't get this inspiration from watching Hong Kong TV dramas, did you?"

"Auntie guessed correctly, but there's no reward!"

Chen Fang pouted and threw a punch, "You actually lied to your aunt, take this!"

After a while of playful fighting, Chen Yong managed to avoid what had just happened.

Chen Fang doesn't care at all how much money her nephew can make from his business, as long as he's happy.

Even if he loses money, someone will bail him out.

In her view, spending money to gain experience is a very worthwhile investment.

"Now that you're starting your own business, you need a car!"

"A car?" Chen Yong was shocked. Was his aunt going to buy him a car? "But I don't have a driver's license yet."

"As long as you can drive, you can get a driver's license in just a few days. It's not that difficult."

"My aunt's Mercedes just happened to be brought back by the driver. Let's take it for a test drive. I'll teach you. You're a top student from Fudan University, so an hour should be enough for you to learn to drive."

Downstairs, Chen Fang's Mercedes-Benz W14 was indeed back in its wheelchair.

Right there at school, Chen Fang first taught him the basic operating methods.

For Chen Yong, it was not difficult at all. He already knew how to drive, but it was necessary to learn again, otherwise how could he explain that he knew how to drive?

Of course, he can learn to drive after just one lesson; his aunt knows he's very smart.

From the most basic reverse parking, parallel parking, 90° turns, 270° turns, and S-shaped maneuvers.

After practicing these techniques once, Chen Yong demonstrated his driving ability.

Chen Fang then told him to drive the car out of the school.

Although there aren't many Mercedes-Benz cars at Fudan University, there are still some.

Some teachers take on external projects and make a fortune, but many teachers' living conditions are not much better than those of ordinary people.

Chen Yong drove very steadily and at a good speed, just like an experienced driver.

"Thank you, Xiaofang. You've gone to so much trouble with Chen Yong. You're still a young woman."

"It's alright, sister-in-law. I like Chen Yong too. He's smart and obedient. There's no need to worry about him."

After hanging up the phone at home, Bai Susu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Her current husband, Wang Mingsheng, came over and asked, "Have you bought the car?"

"Yes, at least I did something for him."

"Chen Yong is quite promising; he actually got into Fudan University through his own efforts. You made a good purchase with this car; if he does well in the future, he might remember your kindness."

Bai Susu had no such thoughts at all; on the contrary, she felt that she owed Chen Yong something.

Meanwhile, Chen Yun also received a call from Chen Fang. He told her about buying the car and also revealed that Chen Yong was starting a business.

"Let him start his business. If he loses money, you can help him make up for it. What's the name of his company? See if you can give him some business."

"Brother, does my sister-in-law know you're helping Chen Yong so much?"

"I haven't told her yet, but even if she finds out, I'll still do it."

Chen Yun then asked, "Do you have enough money to live on?"

"I've almost spent all my money on the car today, can I have a little more?"

"Then I'll transfer another 100,000 to you. If Chen Yong needs anything, you must tell me."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yun lit a Cuban cigar. His wife, Jiang Qiao, was engrossed in his calligraphy. She was a pretty woman, but her womb wasn't very productive.

As soon as I came in, I smelled smoke.

"Why are you smoking again! It's bad for our daughter's health!" Jiang Qiao complained.

Chen Yun said in a low, muffled voice, "I'll just have one puff in the study." He then stubbed out his cigar.