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

On TV, a news report was playing: Old Sa had been executed. After calmly watching the news, Zhang San was also very emotional. On the second-to-last day of 2006, this person was executed just like that. He had to admit... Old Mei was sharp.

It made him remember that saying: When others say you have a killer weapon, you'd better actually have it.

Looking at the gloomy weather outside, he felt quite depressed. The weather in the mountains is often like this, a bit damp and cold, but it's still bearable.

Alone, at the highest point of the entire complex, he looked out at the view through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was a maid beside him, who was always preparing hot tea for him.

He flipped through the tablet in his hand; it contained this year's financial statements.

The figures above are very impressive. In the past, annual revenue was less than ten million US dollars, with most of the revenue being taken up by interest or by investments in film and television, which resulted in huge losses. For the whole year, the profit level increased by more than two million US dollars compared to the previous year.

The investment in purchasing technology and patents exceeded five billion US dollars, which can be described as a huge investment.

In terms of charity work, he has done what others cannot, directly helping tens of thousands of people and helping many people escape poverty.

In North America, he frequently publicized his work, claiming that he helped many ethnic minorities by providing them with housing that met North American standards.

Stephen Realty has given them their own homes, which is a boon for many people.

Of course, it also saddled them with debt, even after the scandal was exposed...

A newspaper published an article at the time that read: Behind the bustling city lies a forgotten corner—the slum created by Stephen Real Estate. The people here, though they own property, are burdened with heavy loans and live in dire poverty.

Walking into the "Stephen" community, the newly built apartments are neatly arranged, but the graffiti on the walls reveals the messiness of the place. It has become chaotic in just one year.

As I walked along the narrow streets, garbage was everywhere, emitting a foul odor. The residents' faces were etched with exhaustion and helplessness; in order to repay their loans, they had to cut back on food and clothing, and could not even meet their basic living needs.

They once bought a property in Stephen Realty, filled with dreams of a better life. However, reality dealt them a heavy blow.

The ever-increasing loan interest rates are suffocating them, and their quality of life is plummeting. They have to work desperately, but they still can't escape the shackles of poverty.

Children growing up in such an environment lack proper education and living conditions. The joy of childhood is lost in their eyes, replaced by a loss of hope for the future; they become decadent and indulgent.

The article concludes by accusing Stephen Realty of greed and unscrupulous practices, demanding punishment for this unethical real estate company.

However, it was of little use; Stephen Real Estate Company was a company with a good reputation.

IRS won't bother good taxpayers, and Zhang San has decided that Stephen Realty is preparing to transform itself into a breeding company this year, for example, by buying farms, planting land, and becoming an agricultural enterprise.

Another major source of income is the art-house films and online groups that Allen oversees. This industry is like a gold mine, it's a really lucrative industry, and it doesn't matter what the environment is like.

When the economy is good, people watch and find amusement; when the economy is bad, people find amusement and relief from their worries.

With the fewest people and the simplest, most primitive actions, the greatest entertainment and economic value can be created; it seems as if the internet was born for this purpose, just like many overseas novels, which can be read as erotic novels, as if no one would read a novel without these kinds of things. Zhang San is very critical of these things in North America.

Can't film and literature be a little purer? Where is morality? Where is the morality in film and literature? Zhang San watches with a critical and scrutinizing purpose, wanting to know if these foreigners are simply corrupting children, and if their views on marriage and love are really... It is true that they can boost the birth rate, but they have created countless single mothers.

Zhang San could only say: I'm sorry so that.

He participated in it and made a lot of money. Since the law does not prohibit them, it can only be said that everything he did was legal, reasonable and compliant.

With that thought in mind, he picked up his phone from the table and made a call.

"Hi, Allen, it's me, Stephen."

Zhang San suddenly remembered his brother-in-law, so he called him and chatted for a bit.

"Wow, nothing much, just wanted to let you know I've had three more kids... Of course, they're healthy, fantastic, as strong as cowboys."

"...I wanted to ask, are you coming to my forest estate?...Oh, you said you have a few more children?...Wow, whose are they?...I can be their godfather...Of course..."

"Congratulations, Allen. May our family have many descendants."

From the day he left Phoenix, everything changed, everything became different, and Alan's fate changed too. He found his dream, but it was very heartbreaking. He also let himself go and had a few more kids this year... No need to say anything, this guy is more powerful than me.

Zhang San leaned back on the cushion and gestured for the maid to refill his teacup. Reflecting on the events of the past few years, he still felt a great sense of accomplishment; he had made a lot of money.

"What are you doing here?"

Fang Xiaobing's voice came from behind him. She had been looking for Zhang San for a long time and almost got lost here. Fortunately, there were many servants here, otherwise she would have felt scared because there was no human presence here.

I want to be alone.

"Oh, who is Jingjing?" Fang Xiaobing wasn't surprised. It was normal for this man to have one woman or one woman; he was rich and capricious.

Zhang San felt he couldn't avoid this joke, so he could only say, "I want some peace and quiet."

"And who is An Jing?"

I want some peace and quiet.

"Zhang San, don't go too far. Quiet and peaceful is one thing, but who's going to 'keep quiet'?"

Zhang San gripped the grass tightly, then said, "I just want to be here alone, quietly, peacefully, to think about some things. ARE YOU OK?!"

"Just say it directly. They're not going to bother you. You're so boring, aren't you? It's all because you didn't express yourself clearly."

"Xiao Bing, this was my fault. Come and have a cup of tea. I heard it's Da Hong Pao tea. People say you can't buy it even if you have money. I spent $100,000 to buy it and had someone watch them pick it. It's very authentic."