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

"Is this a movie shoot?"

While carrying the dishes, Chai Xiaofen saw someone jump down in the movie. After putting down the dishes, she asked a question out of curiosity.

"Let them do these things," Zhang San complained to Chai Xiaofen, who insisted on serving the dishes herself.

Chai Xiaofen said, "This feels like home. You're often not home, the children have to go to school, and I get very bored by myself."

Zhang San was also somewhat emotional, and said, "You've worked hard all these years. It's all my fault, and I can't change it."

Chai Xiaofen and Zhang Zongshuang didn't want to talk. Was this something a human being would say? The restaurant fell into an awkward silence. Zhang San could only smile sheepishly and start eating.

The large LCD TV screen was cluttered, and only then did Chai Xiaofen remember the question she had just asked.

"Sweetie, what's this?"

Zhang Zongshuang said, "Mom, you probably don't like watching this. Someone just lost money in the stock market and jumped."

"Oh!" Chai Xiaofen said, "That's so pitiful, sigh!"

Zhang San wanted to say something, but in the end he gave up. He had just said the wrong thing, which made both the mother and son dislike him.

After dinner, Zhang Zongshuang received a phone call.

"Dad, Mom, my classmate wants to go play, I'm going out first."

Zhang San gestured to Uncle Chang beside him and said, "Let Uncle Chang see you off."

Uncle Chang immediately understood what was going on, nodded naturally, and took out his phone to send a text message as he walked.

After everyone left, Zhang Sancai said, "Xiaofen, you're probably bored by yourself. How about I bring Meitian over so you two can look after each other?"

Chai Xiaofen didn't want to talk, feeling that Zhang San was really dreaming. She got up to leave, and Zhang San, seeing her like this, said, "If you don't object, I'll take that as your consent; we're an old married couple, even we have moments of embarrassment."

"Ah~"

Chai Xiaofen stumbled and almost fell over. Zhang San immediately ran over, steadied her, and said, "You don't need to be so excited. It's just to see your old friend."

Is this what it is? Huh? Chai Xiaofen couldn't bring herself to say it, and could only blush with anger.

"Hey, why are you blushing? Are you embarrassed? It's okay, Xiaotian probably misses you too."

He plans to demolish the Cloudtop Lodge on the mountaintop and rebuild it, making it three stories high. He also plans to completely renovate the entire street of Poole Road.

He acted on his idea immediately and told Chai Xiaofen what he was thinking. What could Chai Xiaofen say? She could only agree. A rich man like Zhang San, who had more money than he could spend, could naturally do whatever he wanted.

He called his personal banking associates overseas and asked them to find a design institute to redesign and replan his house on Pollock's Path.

He plans to build a two- to three-story villa complex there, capable of housing at least 150 people...

While he was busy, Zhang Zongshuang took an elevator to the first floor in an underground parking lot. This was a transfer point for the Zhang family. Cars coming down from the mountain would transfer at several underground parking lots or come out directly from these buildings to avoid being followed.

"Young master, would you like someone to keep you company?"

"Uncle Chang, no, I'm fine."

Uncle Chang said, "Alright then, if you need anything, press 1 and then dial directly."

"I understand, Uncle Chang. Central is fine."

Zhang Zongshuang walked down one street, to Central. He was wearing a crossbody bag, a sun hat, a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers—a very ordinary outfit; and it cost less than a thousand Hong Kong dollars.

As he walked toward his destination, three groups of people were watching him. Behind him, Group A included two cars and three or five people on foot. At his destination, two groups of people were looking at Zhang Zongshuang. One of them, Group B, was not only looking at Zhang Zongshuang, but also at another group, which we will call Group C. Group B was not noticed by the people in Group C, perhaps because they were better at concealing their presence, or perhaps because the people in Group C were not professional.

The people in group C were chatting in hushed tones.

"That bastard is your classmate. You said he's rich?" One of them, who clearly didn't look like a student, was a little angry.

Zhang Zongshuang's classmate said, "I clearly saw him get on a Mercedes that day; he must have money."

"Heh... Damn, you think driving a Mercedes means you're rich? I drove a Ferrari, and I don't see any money in that car? Huh!?"

"Boss, let's wait for him to arrive. If he has money, we'll be rich; if he doesn't, he won't dare call the police."

"You're his friend, or even his classmate? You're such a jerk."

"He's carefree and idle all day. He's obviously a parasite on society. It's normal for him to contribute to us." His classmate said somewhat viciously, "I study like crazy all day, but I get scolded to death by my family. His family has never scolded him. I'm not convinced. Why should I?"

"I'll do as you say."

Zhang Zongshuang arrived at the coffee shop on the second floor and saw his classmates. He greeted them at the bottom of the stairs and then realized that there were five people sitting there, three women and two men.

"Shuangzi, you're here. This is Daqiang, my senior from elementary school. This is his girlfriend, Ponytail Sister. This is his cousin. This is her cousin's friend. We just happened to run into each other today, so we came out to have some fun. It's lively."

Perhaps because he had recently returned from the Weiss people's place, Zhang Zongshuang was now more discerning in his judgment of others. He looked the group up and down, his expression unchanged, and said with a smile, "Alright, Four-Eyes."

"Where shall we go today?"

"There's a really good nightclub around here, Shuangzai. I know you've never been. Let's go together today, so you can broaden your horizons."

"Great! My parents are really strict with me, this will be a good opportunity to see for myself."

After settling the bill, the group went to the nightclub. Sure enough, the nightclub was fairly normal. However, not long after, the four-eyed guy ordered some drinks.

"Come on, let's drink."

"Sorry, Four-Eyes, I don't drink alcohol. I'll get scolded when I get home. I'll just have a soft drink."

Just as they were ordering drinks, a group of four or five people came in and asked for a good spot to observe Zhang Zongshuang.

"Okay, then let's have drinks."

They drank while watching others sway and twist.

"Brother Shuang, let's go dance together."

"Shuangzai, a beautiful girl is asking you to dance, why don't you go?" The person who invited Zhang Zongshuang was Daqiang's cousin, while Glasses was making a fuss.

Zhang Zongshuang had no choice but to go dance with his cousin, but he felt a little uncomfortable because his cousin kept rubbing against him.

Meanwhile, Daqiang blocked everyone's view, and his glasses spilled some white powder into Zhang Zongshuang's drink...