Mixed in 1980

Chapter 338 Children's Education
"Which unlucky guy have you set your sights on this time?" Sun Shaojie rubbed his hands excitedly.

The thrill of exploiting a country is highly addictive, much like carrying a sack of cash to the bank – far better than doing honest business.

No wonder everyone likes to make money through shady means.

When they were harvesting the Japanese, the higher-ups didn't have any other ideas. They just wanted to use $20 million to train a group of financial talents, but they ended up making more than $2 billion.

Next came the harvesting of the former Soviet Union. After all the assets were sold, they could get hundreds of billions of dollars, and also brought back a lot of technology, talent and equipment.

They also got involved in the pound's exchange rate war, and while they didn't make much money, only a little over 20 billion US dollars, the treaties signed by the British were worth a fortune.

After two years of silence, Chen Fan is finally about to make his move again.

"Mexigou!"

"The Mexican Valley next to the US? How much oil can you extract from that?" Sun Shaojie frowned.

Chen Fan kicked him directly: "Have you no shame? The GDP of Mexico is over 4000 billion US dollars, only slightly less than ours."

"So many?" Sun Shaojie asked in surprise.

Chen Fan took a drag of his cigarette and laughed, "You're supposed to be in foreign trade? Moxi Valley's GDP per capita is over 6000 US dollars, which is 16 times ours."

Sun Shaojie chuckled awkwardly, "I'm mainly in charge of business in Eurasia. Others are in charge of the Americas, and my understanding of the Americas is more biased towards the big boss, America."

Chen Fan rolled his eyes and said irritably, "I can't be bothered to talk to you. The economy in Moxi Valley is unstable, and there's a high probability that an economic crisis will break out at the end of the year. This is our opportunity."

Sun Shaojie said seriously, "Tell me more about it."

Chen Fan took a few puffs of his cigarette and organized his thoughts: "The first reason is that the import and export balance of Moxi Valley is unbalanced, resulting in a lot of debt that it may be unable to repay."

"The second reason is that Mexico's long-standing 'pegged to the dollar' exchange rate system has led to a serious overvaluation of the peso, just like the pound sterling was previously pegged to the mark."

"The last reason is that the Federal Reserve has started raising interest rates again. When the US raises interest rates, the US dollars from all over the world will flow to the US. The peso is pegged to the US dollar, which will definitely cause problems."

Sun Shaojie rubbed his hands together: "Is it like harvesting pounds? Or like harvesting the Soviet Union?"

Harvesting the British pound was a quick profit-taking spree, while harvesting the Soviet Union involved taking both money and industry, and then selling them off at the end, making the harvesting effort undoubtedly more substantial.

"Just like the harvesting of the Soviet Union, Mexico's foreign exchange reserves are too small, only a little over 20 billion US dollars, not enough for everyone to share. We need to make another move on assets."

Upon hearing this, Sun Shaojie couldn't help but cough: "You're really greedy, aren't you? Two hundred billion US dollars is too little? Our foreign exchange reserves are only two hundred billion."

"It's not just us. Do you think the American capitalists are just sitting around doing nothing? They've been eyeing us for a while now, and they'll all be scrambling for our food." Chen Fan said irritably.

Sun Shaojie nodded and said, "That's true. Those American capitalists have a keen sense of smell; they can get involved in everything."

"What nonsense about having a keen sense of smell! They're the ones who caused all this trouble. They love to reap the benefits all over the world, and we're just following behind and eating the meat."

Chen Fan chuckled and took a drag of his cigarette: "I'll bring the shareholders from Hang Seng Bank with me. I have a bigger plan that I need their help with. This operation is a way to give them a taste of what's good for them."

Sun Shaojie smiled and teased, "Still keeping an eye on the British? Those white-haired devils are just asking for trouble, always provoking you for no reason."

"The British don't know pain, so they can only keep taking it. You need to finalize the harvesting of the Mexi Valley as soon as possible. I'm going to Hong Kong in a few days."

After saying that, Chen Fan stubbed out his cigarette and went back to the living room to watch TV. "Zhu Yuanzhang" started airing. They had spent so much money on it, and the costumes and props were top-notch.

This drama was criticized for its poor costumes, props, and animation in later generations, but it has now been redeemed.

The actors' performances were also excellent.

Chen Fan had no interest in watching TV. He kept glancing at Liu Jinban sitting next to his eldest daughter, and he really wanted to drag him out.

Perhaps sensing that someone was watching him, Liu Jinban, holding a handful of sunflower seeds, turned around and smiled at Chen Fan: "Uncle Chen, want some sunflower seeds?"

Chen Fan took the sunflower seeds with a dark expression.

Sun Shaojie chuckled. His son had grown up. He smiled and handed him a handful of sunflower seeds, enough to leave his future father-in-law speechless.

Chen Fan glared at Sun Shaojie, then silently cracked sunflower seeds. Yan Yin walked over and said, "Dad, hug me and give me some sunflower seeds."

He picked up his little girl, cracked sunflower seeds and fed her, and the girl's face was full of smiles: "Daddy is so good, I love Daddy the most."

"You little sycophant!"

Chen Fan was both amused and exasperated. His little girl was becoming more and more like Zhao Yuanyuan. Not only was she lazy, but her only redeeming quality was her sweet talk; she was especially good at coaxing people.

After watching TV, Yan Xi came over and took his sister's hand, saying, "Let's go back to our room and sleep."

Yan Yin was very obedient and followed her sister back to the east courtyard. Two more large houses had been built there. The two sisters lived in one room, and Yan Jin and Yan Cheng lived in the other.

The youngest, Yan Che, still sleeps with his parents.

Born in May 1992, Yan Che is already two years old, or three years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning. He just celebrated his birthday a few days ago, but this little kid is already as mischievous as a little monkey.

Back in the room, he bounced around on the bed like a little monkey. Zeng Ali called him several times but he wouldn't stop. She couldn't bear to hit him, which was very frustrating.

A moment later, Yan Xi walked in.

The little guy's eyes immediately cleared, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mommy, change my pajamas, I want to sleep now. Goodnight, big sister." Yan Xi chuckled, took the pajamas, quickly changed him, and then carried him away: "Sleep with me tonight. If you misbehave, I'll spank you!"

Seeing the little guy's utterly hopeless expression, Chen Fan chuckled: "As expected, there's always someone who can subdue another. This little rascal just needs to be taught a lesson."

"He's a little bastard, and what are you?"

Zeng Ali shook her head and sat on the edge of the bed: "I think I understand now. Of all our children, only the third one is easy to take care of."

Yan Xi is indeed less worrisome at home, as she can look after her younger siblings. But things are different at school. Just like Zeng Ali when she was little, she can chase after boys and fight.

Needless to say, the second child, Yan Jin, inherited all the flaws of Chen Fan and Xu Jinqiu. He was domineering, petty, and extremely cunning, a little devil in kindergarten.

The fourth brother, Yan Yin, is completely modeled after Zhao Yuanyuan, while the fifth brother, Yan Che, is just a mischievous monkey.

Only the third son, Yan Cheng, has the mischievousness of a normal child, yet he is also very magnanimous. If he were in ancient times, he would be the image of a gentleman.

“In a family like ours, the third child’s personality is the most worrying.”

Chen Fan sat down and put his arm around his wife: "You don't have a bandit-like nature, and you have a generous personality. You'd be perfect for most families, but in our family..."

Zeng Ali said irritably, "What, do I have to be like you? Robbing everywhere like a bandit? I like someone like Lao San, a refined businessman, understand?"

"A generous and easy-going personality makes one easily taken advantage of. In the cutthroat world of business, how can one be considered a Confucian merchant? How many Confucian merchants have there been in history? Zigong, Fan Li, Hu Xueyan?"

Chen Fan shook his head slightly and sighed: "Let's see when the child grows up. We'll have to trick him a few more times to teach him a lesson."

Zeng Ali grabbed her husband's arm and bit him, causing Chen Fan to scream in pain before she let go: "You're digging a hole for your own son, how could you even think of that?"

"It's better to be tricked by me than by an outsider."

Chen Fan rubbed the teeth marks, grimacing, "I'll give Yan Cheng that book I wrote last time, 'If I Were a Liar,' to read later."

Zeng Ali was both amused and exasperated: "Come on, they won't even let your book be published. They say it will set back the moral standards of the whole society by 30 years."

Chen Fan teased, "Yan Jin shouldn't be learned from, that kid is cunning to begin with. Yan Cheng should be learned from, since he's not one to scheme against others anyway."

"I'll teach you later."

Chen Fan is right. Being overly generous is not a good thing when you're born into a family like theirs; it makes you more vulnerable to being taken advantage of.

Someone like Yan Jin would be ideal. He may have a lot of flaws, but as long as his values ​​are sound and his abilities keep up, he would be the best successor.

Zeng Ali liked Yan Jin the most because the little guy was very protective of his own. In kindergarten, whenever anyone bullied Yan Cheng or Yan Yin, he would retaliate relentlessly.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Yan Jin will inherit the family business.

They had discussed this before getting married: the family fortune would not be divided equally in the future, and a suitable heir would be chosen from among the children in order to maintain the vast family business.

"There's no rush. The children are still young, so we can take it slow. It's late, let's get some rest."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Ali blushed. Her tall, firm figure seemed to be under the influence of a magic hand. They were almost thirty, yet their married life was still the same as when they were in their twenties.

After kissing her husband on the lips, Zeng Ali murmured, "You brute, go to Qiu'er's room. I can't handle you on my own."

Chen Fan hummed in agreement, picked up his wife, and left.

After more than ten years of marriage, the girls were still shy in the early years, but after having children, they gradually got used to it and found it quite enjoyable to sleep together.

A night of absurdity, and the sun rose as usual.

Looking at the two sleeping beauties in his arms, Chen Fan slightly raised the corners of his mouth, carefully got up, dressed, and went out to exercise.

When we got back, the children were already up eating breakfast, while their mothers were still fast asleep—two of them had been fussed over, and one was just lazy.

After the children finished eating, Chen Fan drove them to school, leaving only Xiao Wu at home. But a little while later, Guan Xiaoyu came over with two children.

As soon as Zhou Jingshu arrived, she went straight to Yan Che. The little girl seemed to have an obsession with finding her younger brother every day, and she would often stay overnight here.

Watching the children play, Chen Fan said thoughtfully, "Do you think Jing Shu's family used to have a younger brother?"

Guan Xiaoyu frowned slightly: "Really? When I found her, she was probably just over a year old, unless they were born in quick succession."

Chen Fan rolled his eyes at her: "What's so strange about it? They're being born one after another, everywhere. We've been asking around all these years, and still haven't heard a thing?"

Guan Xiaoyu shook her head: "The foundation's employees will help inquire when they go out, but in the vast sea of ​​people, it's not that easy. It's fine as it is now."

“The child’s biological parents don’t think that way.”

"What can we do if we can't find him? I even placed missing person notices on TV and in newspapers the year before last, but there was still no news."

"It all depends on fate!"

Chen Fan sighed, then changed the subject: "I'm going to Hong Kong for a while in a few days. Would you like to come along for a few days?"

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