Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

Chen Jingyao, oblivious to Niu Dazhuang's outward change, explained, "I didn't mean anything by it. Judging from your accent, you're probably from the north of the mainland. As far as I know, there's no financial market there."

"I'm afraid you don't understand the tricks of the trade. You've worked so hard to build such a large business, and one wrong move can wipe it all out."

Hearing this, Niu Dazhuang found Chen Jingyao more pleasing to the eye and nodded to himself in satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad, continue."

"It's gone!"

"That's it?"

Chen Jingyao paused for a moment, then continued, "The situation is probably similar with HSBC here; their upper management has been communicating with them."

"Oh! You're quite good. There's a reason you've gotten to where you are now. I have high hopes for you. We should have more opportunities to work together in the future. If you're ever unhappy at your current job, this is an option for you."

Don't underestimate me just because my investment company isn't officially registered yet. It will definitely give everyone an unexpected surprise in ten years.

Chen Jingyao did look down on them a bit. He thought, "How long have these bigwigs in finance been playing around abroad? We Chinese are still stumbling along."

The coffee arrived, and a cup of cold brew jasmine tea was also placed in front of Niu Dazhuang's noodles.

"Mr. Chen, you're of Chinese descent, aren't you?"

"Yes, my ancestral home is Fujian. My grandfather was a Chinese laborer who went to Europe to dig trenches. He was lucky enough to survive and stayed there..."

Chatting about everyday things is also a way to foster relationships, especially after a cup of tea.

The conversation was less formal and reserved than before.

"Brother Niu, if I had such a large real estate business, I definitely wouldn't make any risky investments. The business is already this big, so stability is the priority, and we'll develop slowly while maintaining stability."

"Oh, assuming you were in charge of this project, what would your plans be?"

After a moment's thought, Chan King-yiu said, "There's nothing else to it but to cultivate the real estate industry deeply and become number one in Hong Kong Island first."

"and then?"

"Then... based on the real estate industry, we developed surrounding industries, such as ports... building materials, there are too many industries related to the real estate industry..."

"Hmm, not bad!"

"If you want to develop rapidly, it's necessary to use some financial tools appropriately..."

I finished both cups of coffee.

"Boss, I should head back now. Staying out too long isn't good. Goodbye!"

Niu Dazhuang got up and saw her to the door, while Lin Yongmei saw her to the elevator and then returned.

"Boss, he sounded quite sincere. How about we take out a loan to buy land and build our own house?"

"Buying land is fine, but I'd rather not build my own commercial housing. If I have the money, I can just hold onto the land; it's better than leaving my spare cash in the bank to earn interest."

By the way, if anyone tries to persuade you to go public again, just call them out.

We're expediting the procedures for the investment company.

Two days later, Brigitte Lin, dressed in a pink and white dress, floated over like a fairy.

The sixteen-year-old girl already exudes the air of a young woman.

Her black hair fell naturally with slightly curled ends. Her face, free of makeup, had thick eyebrows like distant mountains, large eyes like autumn water, a straight nose, and naturally pale pink lips.

Her still-childish features already hinted at a future beauty that would captivate the world; her purity was tinged with a touch of coolness, and her gentleness was tempered with a hint of stubbornness.

In Niu Dazhuang's eyes, in terms of appearance alone, among the many Hong Kong and Taiwanese female stars, only Rosamund Kwan could be considered on par with her later.

At her peak, Zhao Yanzhi was quite attractive, but she was still a size too small.

The sixteen-year-old girl had learned to be shy, especially with the undisguised admiration in Niu Dazhuang's eyes.

She nodded shyly.

"Xiaoxia, it's not easy for you to come all this way, please stay a few more days."

Niu Dashan eagerly took the handbag she was carrying; it probably contained a change of clothes.

They brought the person home.

"Sister Mei, those two detached villas in our mid-mountain area are still vacant, aren't they? Let someone clean them up, and we'll move in tomorrow."

"Oh, isn't that unnecessary? Moving there would be too much of a hassle for my commute!"

"Your niece finally came all this way, so I gave her a few days off to spend more time with Xiaoxia..."

"Xiaoxia, you really have a lot of face."

Brigitte Lin gently bowed and said, "Thank you, Uncle Niu!"

The two had met in 1969. Although only a year had passed, Brigitte Lin's mindset had completely changed.

Niu Dazhuang deliberately put on a stern face and asked, "Uncle Niu? Am I that old?"

Brigitte Lin gave her aunt an innocent look.

"She's definitely not old; she's only about a decade older than Xiaoxia!"

"Hehehe..." Brigitte Lin was amused by her aunt's words and laughed heartily.

Halfway through her laughter, she secretly glanced at Niu Dazhuang and, seeing that his expression wasn't very good, quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

"Let him laugh! So what if he's older? You're older than me, and you're doing just fine!"

"Xiaoxia, let's ignore him. He's terrible at conversation." After saying that, she pulled Lin Qingxia into the bedroom, leaving Niu Dazhuang sitting alone in the living room, looking foolish.

When Brigitte Lin arrived, all thoughts of gold investment were forgotten. After resting for half a day, the three of them went out in the afternoon.

What girl doesn't love new clothes? After shopping at the mall all afternoon, Niu Dazhuang didn't complain of being tired anymore, carrying bags and bags of clothes...

That evening, I invited Lin Weiliang from next door.

"Sister Mei, I'm not familiar with Hong Kong Island. I'll treat you tonight. Ah Xia, would you like Western food or Cantonese food? Just pick a place."

"Brother Niu, I'm not picky about food, I'll eat anything!"

Standing to the side, Lin Weiliang frowned deeply upon hearing this form of address, thinking to himself, "Even though your aunt isn't the boss's legal wife, she's still his woman. It's one thing not to call him 'uncle-in-law,' but why bring up the same generational hierarchy..."

"Brother, don't frown. We'll each talk our own thing and not interfere with each other. A new Western restaurant opened in Xipanying last year. I've been there a few times, and the food is alright. I'll go there tonight."

In the evening, Niu Dazhuang went out for dinner with Brigitte Lin. He didn't seem to mind the heat of wearing formal attire, but instead of a suit, he wore a Zhongshan suit...

Lin Weiliang became their driver.

"Big brother, I plan to have Xiaoxia come here to study in high school. If sister-in-law is willing, Xiaoli and Xiaosen can also transfer here. I will pay for it and let them attend the best private schools."

"Ah...this isn't appropriate!" Although Lin Weiliang earns a lot of money now, it's not enough to send his three children to a prestigious school.

"Xiaoxia has already agreed, and you have no objections, so it's settled. Write a letter to your sister-in-law tomorrow."

They had a Western meal and drank red wine, and Lin Yongmei even kept them on for the night.

Lin Weiliang didn't think too much about it, after all, he was right next door. He underestimated the shamelessness of these two.

For the first time, Brigitte Lin was kept awake all night by this mesmerizing sound.

It was absolutely intentional. Just to prove it, Lin Yongmei was definitely holding back at the beginning, trying not to make a sound.

But Niu Dazhuang is just too mischievous...