Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

After sending Song Huijiao to Hollywood to film a movie, Zhang San went to his farm, in that vast forest, where his medical research institute was located.

"I'm relieved to see that you all look well."

There were three heavily pregnant women in front of Zhang San. They were due to give birth in three or four months, so Zhang San came back to spend those three or four months with them and let them have a peaceful delivery.

"Hmph, you stinky man, you only come back after you've had your fill of partying outside." Wang Shengyi was probably in a bad mood because he was about to give birth.

"How could that be? I have three beautiful women with me, how could I still be out partying? I set up three trust funds for our children."

Zhang San took out three documents. Two of them couldn't understand any of them, as they were all in English.

"This is in Chinese."

Feeling they'd been tricked, the two women immediately snorted, expressing their dissatisfaction with Zhang San.

However, they soon laughed. After all, a trust fund of one hundred million US dollars would make any normal person happy.

This trust fund includes $30 million in gold, which is held in fixed reserves, $50 million in stock market investments, and $20 million in Hong Kong Hang Seng Index call options, with a three-year term until 2008.

The trust fund's investment plan also includes the fact that the entire $70 million will be liquidated at certain specific times and then invested in real estate, becoming rental properties.

"A portion of these proceeds will be deposited into our child's support account each month. Furthermore, it will reimburse the child's living expenses, education costs, medical expenses, and other related living and educational costs."

Zhang San felt that the person who created this kind of trust fund was simply a genius. This not only avoids various inheritance taxes but also avoids being seized. Moreover, many funds don't even know who owns the money.

This is simply one of the best ways to conceal one's influence over capital, and I'm not kidding. Although he doesn't know if others have done it before, he has definitely done it.

First, a fund is established. This fund can be a foreign company. After its establishment, this fund company has no special features. It is just like an ordinary investment fund, and it only speculates on stocks and buys stocks.

But since this fund is your own, you can buy the stocks you want to buy. In this way, you can put your wealth into these funds and buy the stocks you want to acquire.

The more funds you have, the safer you are.

The world will change because of his appearance, but the general trend will not change. Compared with others, Zhang San's collection of information has reached a crazy level. Before this information is sorted out and summarized to him, it will be analyzed by some people and then it will reach him.

This leads to the conclusion that the general trend of history will not change. If that's the case, then some things from the past will still happen.

Wang Shengyi asked suspiciously, "Do you manage all these funds?"

Zhang San said smugly, "Of course, I wouldn't have set up these funds if I weren't managing them; otherwise, I would have lost all my own money."

People like him, once they have enough money, will no longer trust banks that have no connection with them, nor will they trust paper money. Instead, they prefer gold, land, food, patents, copyrights, and real estate in certain special places.

Clothing, food, shelter, and transportation are the mainstream of this world. Everything else is just serving these four things.

"I remember someone who became rich after meeting you. Tell me, is there anything between you two?"

Before he could answer, Fang Xiaobing answered herself.

"I knew it, you were having an affair with her. That woman is so much older than you, and you still wanted her. You bad man."

Zhang San knew who she was talking about: Guan Meiren; otherwise, who else could it be? Only she met Fang Xiaobing's requirements.

"I..." Zhang San tried to struggle a bit, but it was no use. When a woman is talking, it's best not to argue or defend yourself. Just listen. Explaining is useless. When a woman has made up her mind about something, and it is indeed true, it's best to let her finish speaking and vent her feelings.

"Isn't there that 'pure girl' thing too? Do you like her legs? Humph, don't touch my legs again. I knew you were a pervert."

Pregnancy inevitably causes mood swings for women, and Zhang San could only endure it and let her vent.

Speaking of legs, you have to admit, Zhou Yunu's legs aren't just legs, they're the ideal of life! He felt they were incredibly thin and straight, and if he were to give them a score, they'd be at least 90 points.

Hong Kong actresses of the 1980s each had their own unique charm, but her legs were truly...

When Zhang San was young, he was rather superficial at the age of 20. He only cared about a woman's face. Back then, he was young and energetic, and his physical functions were at their peak. At that time, he would be attracted to a woman as long as she looked pretty.

When he was 30, when he looked at women, he would only stare at the area below the face. He generally thought that plump women were the most attractive, and he liked women who were a little voluptuous and fleshy, but not fat.

When Zhang San reached the age of 40, he started to enjoy looking at women's waists and legs. After years of rubbing, kneading, and pressing his penis, he had grown tired of it and focused all his attention on women's waists and legs.

Like the saying goes, a woman's waist is a deadly knife; a woman's legs are deadly; with a twist of her waist and a tangle of her legs, you're probably half dead...

Zhang San, 50 years old, began to focus his attention downwards, from top to bottom, on the shapely backsides of beautiful women. The reason, of course, was increased experience; practice makes perfect. Everything else, only the grinding of the millstone, is truly exhilarating!

Zhang San's actual mental age is already 60, making others only able to admire women from behind, looking at their backs. But his body is only in his thirties, approaching forty. He also looks at backs. While others' hormone levels have declined, he can still be active, even when looking at backs...

At 70 years old... Zhang San still has no experience, but his body is in great shape. With the help of technology and hard work, he is still full of youthful energy. When chatting with a senior businessman, he said: "Women, at my age, are just like porcelain. I only like those with beautiful appearances. Now I only pay attention to a woman's face."

Thinking about all this, Zhang San realized that his physical vitality made him feel young and energetic.

Fang Xiaobing, Gao Yuanyuan, and Wang Shengyi noticed Zhang San's gaze sweeping back and forth between them. He didn't say anything, but his expression said it all: this guy wasn't up to anything.

After recalling some things, Zhang San's gaze fell on the legs of the three women. Well, each had her own charm.

It's not that Zhang San is lustful; there are few men who aren't. Unless they lack power or influence, no one is a saint. One can control oneself, but as long as one's body is functioning normally, external factors can ultimately lead to succumbing—a little alcohol, a beautiful woman…