Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

Zhou Fugui held his wine glass, stunned for several seconds.

He had initially thought Su Yifeng would join him in the coal mine venture; after all, coal mines were profitable—even a fool would know that. Every ton of coal was worth several hundred dollars; how many tons could a mine extract in a year?

Tens of thousands of tons, hundreds of thousands of tons, that's hundreds of millions, billions of yuan!

This young man just spent over 800 million at the auction without batting an eye, so why is he suddenly uninterested in coal mines when it comes to minerals?

Bauxite is one thing, but aluminum prices are still decent right now. Iron ore is barely acceptable too.

Ke Shui Min? Can that even be called a mine? Isn't it just spring water gushing from underground? How much can you make selling water?

Zhou Fugui felt something was wrong the more he thought about it, but he was too embarrassed to tell Su Yifeng directly that he didn't know anything about this.

After all, the amount of money that person spent at the auction was something he had never seen in his more than 20 years of mining coal in Shanxi.

"Brother Su," Zhou Fugui put down his wine glass and rubbed his hands, "Not to criticize you, but if you want to make money, coal mining is definitely the most stable option. Bauxite and iron ore are also good; the market has been good these past few years. But that water mine... there's really no potential in it."

Su Yifeng smiled but didn't rush to explain.

He knew that Zhou Fugui was the kind of person who had spent more than 20 years in the coal mines and whose mind was filled with nothing but coal.

If you tell him that bottled water can be sold for hundreds of billions of dollars, he'll definitely think you're crazy.

But Su Yifeng didn't need his understanding.

"Mr. Zhou, I know everything you're saying." Su Yifeng raised his glass and clinked it with Zhou Fugui's. "Coal mines make money, bauxite makes money, iron ore makes money. But since we're buying it all at once, let's take it all. Water mine it is, consider it a bonus."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fugui's expression relaxed. It turned out that Brother Su wasn't skeptical of the coal mine; he just wanted to take it all.

That's true. They have the means, so buying one or a bunch is the same as buying a lot, and they don't care about spending a little more money.

"Alright! Boss Su is truly generous!" Zhou Fugui raised his glass and clinked it against Su Yifeng's, spilling the wine. "I, Old Zhou, am convinced!"

He tilted his head back and downed the whole thing in one gulp, then wiped his mouth, his face glowing.

"Brother Su, I was originally thinking of going into the coal mining business with you. You know, in Shanxi, coal mining is king. You have the capital, I have the experience, and if we partnered up, the coal mine would be a money-printing machine!"

He paused and then added, "But if Brother Su is also interested in other mining operations, I'll keep an eye out for him. Anyway, that boss is in a hurry to immigrate, so the price will definitely be negotiable."

"We'll partner up for the coal mine. For the bauxite and iron ore, you can find someone to partner with if you want, or you can do it yourself. As for the water mine..."

He waved his hand dismissively, "Just consider that thing a freebie from buying the coal mine. Brother Su can do whatever he wants with it, I, Old Zhou, won't interfere."

Su Yifeng nodded: "Then it's settled."

"It's a deal, it's a deal!" Zhou Fugui was so happy that he opened another bottle of wine and poured it for Su Yifeng himself.

Lan Qimeng sat next to Su Yifeng, listening to the two of them talk.

Her eyelids twitched when she heard the words "water mine".

She's been with Su Yifeng for so long, she knows him too well.

Su Yifeng never does anything meaningless. If he says he's interested in water mines, there must be a reason, and that reason must be significant.

But she didn't interrupt.

In this situation, she knows what she should do.

Drink when you should drink, laugh when you should laugh, and remain silent when you shouldn't speak. These are the rules she learned over the years of navigating the complexities of society.

Zhou Lingxi sat beside her, head down, her fingers rubbing together on the tablecloth.

She was still thinking about what happened that afternoon.

The image of Lan Qimeng straddling Su Yifeng was etched into her mind, impossible to erase.

And then there was Lan Qimeng's question—"Sister, if you're not leaving, do you want to join us too?"

When she said this, her tone was light and airy, and her eyes held a certainty that you would join her sooner or later.

Zhou Lingxi picked up her wine glass and took a sip. The spiciness of the Moutai made her frown.

She rarely drinks, and isn't a very good drinker. But now she needs something to drink, otherwise her fingers will keep rubbing the tablecloth.

"Sister Zhou, have some food." Lan Qimeng picked up a piece of lobster meat and put it in her bowl. "This lobster is good, try it."

Zhou Lingxi raised her head and met Lan Qimeng's eyes.

Lan Qimeng looked at her with a smile, her eyes filled with the gentleness of someone who had been through it all.

It's not the kind of condescending sympathy, but the kind of understanding that says, "I know what you're thinking, it's okay, take your time."

Zhou Lingxi lowered her head, picked up the piece of lobster meat, and ate it in small bites.

The lobster meat was very tender, but she couldn't taste anything.

"What's wrong, Sister Zhou? Is it not good?" Lan Qimeng asked, tilting her head.

"tasty."

Lan Qimeng smiled, said nothing more, and turned to continue listening to Su Yifeng and Zhou Fugui's conversation.

Zhou Fugui had already drunk several cups, his face was flushed even more, and his voice was getting louder and louder.

"Brother Su, let me tell you, I've been mining coal in Shanxi for over twenty years. What kind of people haven't I seen? Officials, businessmen, gangsters, all sorts of people. But someone like you is truly a first for me."

He gave a thumbs up, "Eighteen years old, throwing away over eight hundred million without even blinking. I, Old Zhou, am impressed!"

Su Yifeng smiled and said, "President Zhou, you flatter me."

"No flattery, no flattery!"

Zhou Fugui waved his hand, "I'm telling the truth! What was I doing when I was eighteen? Working in a mine, earning two hundred yuan a month, and I thought it was pretty good. You were eighteen, and your net worth was at least several billion. There's really no comparison between people."

As he spoke, he picked up his glass and took another sip.

"Brother Su, to be honest, I originally wanted you to invest money, and I would manage the mine so we could make money together. But now I see that with your abilities, you don't need me, Old Zhou, at all. You can run this business very successfully on your own."

"Mr. Zhou is too modest." Su Yifeng picked up his wine glass. "You've worked in the coal mine for over twenty years; your experience speaks for itself. No matter how much money I have, without someone knowledgeable to guide me, I can't manage it. This mine's success still depends on Mr. Zhou."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fugui's smile widened.

Everyone likes to hear compliments. Praise from someone as wealthy as Su Yifeng carries far more weight than praise from an ordinary person.

"Don't worry, Brother Su!" Zhou Fugui patted his chest. "Leave that mine to me. I'll contact the boss as soon as I get back and finalize things. As for the price, don't worry. I've been in Shanxi for so many years, I definitely won't let you get ripped off."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Zhou."

"What's the trouble? We're like family!"

The two clinked glasses again.

We had almost finished eating; most of the dishes on the table were barely touched, but we had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

Zhou Fugui was getting a little tipsy, and his speech started to slur.

"Brother Su, let me speak from the bottom of my heart." Zhou

Fu Gui leaned closer, putting a hand on Su Yifeng's shoulder, his breath reeking of alcohol. "In my life, I, Old Zhou, only admire two kinds of people. Those who are capable, and those who are rich. You're both capable and rich. I, Old Zhou, am impressed!"

Su Yifeng helped him up and smiled.

"Mr. Zhou, that's enough for today. Let's call it a day."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Zhou Fugui stood up, swaying slightly, and the woman in the mink coat next to him quickly supported him.

Several people walked downstairs.

Zhou Lingxi slowed her pace and walked at the very back.

The corridor was brightly lit, casting shadows on the backs of the people in front of us.

Lan Qimeng linked arms with Su Yifeng, her high-heeled boots making no sound on the carpet.

Zhou Fugui was being supported by the woman; he was walking unsteadily and muttering something under his breath.