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

Zhang San traveled from Hong Kong to Shanghai to inspect his businesses there, hoping to prevent them from running into trouble during the impending subprime mortgage crisis.

The economy in Shanghai is developing very rapidly. Looking at the three skyscrapers in Pudong, standing tall and forming a tripod, Zhang San feels a great sense of accomplishment. It took ten years to complete those three buildings. Now they have become one of Shanghai's landmark buildings and tourist attractions, attracting tens of thousands of visitors every day. The ticket revenue alone is in the hundreds of thousands a day.

"Boss, your three buildings are just goose that lays the golden eggs. You can earn tens of millions of dollars a day from tourists."

Zhang San discovered that his subordinates had all mastered the art of flattery. Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up, listened for a little over a minute, and then hung up.

Just now, he received a call from the office here. Lehman Brothers has decided to lay off more than 5,000 employees, which means that Lehman Brothers is about to collapse, while those funds are already celebrating.

Lehman Brothers' stock has been fluctuating recently. When it rises, they start selling in large quantities, and when it falls, they buy to close out their positions.

"Where is that?" Zhang San asked. There were many nice cars over there, and each car had a bottle of water, some with black tea, some with green tea, and some drinks that cost five or six yuan.

"It's a private arts university, and cars often come here."

Zhang San then asked, "What's the meaning of putting drinks in the car?"

The subordinate immediately said, "The drink is water. Putting it there means 'drink my water,' which sounds like 'sleep with me.'"

Zhang San was somewhat shocked upon hearing this; he had finally witnessed the real-life version of the legendary "drink my water" meme. He exclaimed, "This works too?"

"Boss, this really works. Let me show you."

Zhang San didn't speak, but nodded slightly. His subordinate said something to the bodyguard in front, and the bodyguard immediately took out a walkie-talkie and began to communicate with his colleagues in the other cars. Soon, their convoy turned around at the next bend and onto the art school they had just passed.

Other cars were parked further away, but Zhang San's car was parked right in front of the schools. They also had a bottle of black tea in their car.

A car next to them rolled down its window and waved to Zhang San's car.

"Hey friend, is this your first time here?"

Zhang San rolled down the car window. The bodyguard didn't want his boss to roll down the window, but Zhang San said it was fine. He had never heard of anything terrible happening in early 2008.

"Yes, friend, it's my first time here, just here for the fun. It's the first time I've seen something like this, and it seems quite interesting."

The car enthusiast said, "Friend, your car is no good, those girls won't be interested in it. Look at this one, a BMW. Your car should at least be a BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi)."

Zhang San said, "It's all water, why are you looking at the car instead of the price?"

"Dude, you don't understand. They're very picky. Your car should be worth over 300,000, right? I can't tell the brand, but it's not good enough here." The man continued with some disdain, "Is drinking emperor's water the same as drinking beggar's water? Besides, those girls, they feel like they're much more expensive just because they're covered in gold dust. When they go out and talk to people, it's a kind of prestige, so they can ask for a higher price."

Zhang San listened without taking it seriously and said, "Oh, is that so?"

"Things are different now. Before, I paid five thousand a month to hire one and even rented her a place. Now it's different. Even these thirteen kinds of things have gone up in price, tsk tsk..."

Once this person started talking, he began to talk non-stop. The explanation from this enthusiastic "friend" broadened Zhang San's horizons.

"Hey, it's time. Watch carefully, see if they get in your car."

Zhang San nodded, saying nothing more, wanting only to see the legendary "human-drinking water" spectacle. Sometimes, Zhang San found it quite interesting; he wondered when it started happening on the mainland as well.

At the gate, a number of tall, long-legged female college students emerged one after another, and they began to select their prey the moment they stepped out of the gate.

A female college student spotted a BMW with a 4-yuan drink on it. She took the bottle and got into the car, but the car didn't drive away right away.

Soon, people started getting into those cars, and soon, a girl got into the car next to Zhang San.

"Hey buddy, I wasn't wrong, was I? Your car is no good, you should get a new one someday."

Zhang San said, "Yeah, not many people around here recognize this car. I'll go first." Zhang San rolled up his car window.

The bodyguard in front took out a walkie-talkie, said a few words, rolled down the car window, and took out the water bottle.

A female friend who had just joined the chat said, "Who is that guy? Bringing other people along, how unprofessional."

"Don't recognize him. That's his first time here. The one in front looks like a bodyguard. Holy crap, he even brought a bodyguard to pick up girls. Your taste is terrible now. This guy must be a big shot... Holy crap~ what is that?!"

A convoy of cars slowly approached, leaving a gap in the middle. Zhang San's car simply turned into the gap and blended into the convoy.

The people in the other cars also fell silent, feeling that the water in their hands no longer tasted as good.

"Damn it, so what if you have money? You can still hook up with girls."

"When you're out picking up girls, don't be discreet. This guy doesn't know any better; he's obviously a novice."

"Next time you come, you'd better broaden your horizons. If you manage to curry favor with them, you'll be a superior person for life. But you won't be able to do that."

"You guys have no taste. No wonder you never amount to anything, only good for sleeping around. Is that license plate for an ordinary car?" The man's words were perhaps too sarcastic, because the woman next to him, a young woman, immediately opened the car door and left. She was probably hurt in her pride.

"Pah, stop pretending to be high and mighty, you idiot AC/2, you deserve to be fucked."

……

Zhang San's convoy was truly astounding. His own car was a custom-made model, with a custom-made logo, which ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell. The other cars were also custom-made, and although the license plates were recognizable, they were all very formal models, which was quite shocking.

These kinds of business-class vehicles are common in Shanghai, but you won't see this many! A long convoy on the road is incredibly eye-catching, even more so than some multi-million dollar sports cars. Most people wouldn't dare do something like this. Even ordinary wealthy people wouldn't dare; it's too ostentatious, unless your status is exceptionally high…

In fact, many female college students outside the gate felt they had lost a hundred million, or even several hundred million.