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

"What's there to envy? I know of a business that's making dozens of times your money recently, with basically no barriers to entry and no risk."

Zhang San looked at Rosamund Kwan with the eyes of someone looking at a country bumpkin, practically saying, "You're so low-class." His gaze provoked her. Although she had never been a good judge of character or was somewhat greedy, being looked at like that by him ignited her competitive spirit.

"Don't lie to me. If such a business really existed, why don't you do it yourself?"

Zhang San tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, looked out the window, and said, "I'm not interested." He knew that there was a business opportunity that could earn him hundreds of times his initial investment.

"I wonder how Xiaotian is doing. Sigh, it's all my fault."

Speak of the devil, and he appears. He Meitian, with red eyes, came down after being persuaded by Chai Xiaofen. One was cold and aloof, the other pitiful; one was like a young lady, the other like a maid, the contrast was striking.

No wonder He Meitian, despite her sweet and lovely appearance, was born at the wrong time and didn't have much popularity; but she couldn't resist Zhang San's affection! He went to great lengths to keep her by his side.

"I'm sorry, Meitian, it's me..."

"Hmph~" She turned her head to the side, not wanting to pay attention to this vixen. She really thought she was doing it for her own good, but she never expected that she wanted to send her to someone else's bed.

"Judging from your condition, we can't film GG today."

Zhang San sighed, picked up the phone, dialed, and after saying a few words, the other end didn't say anything. No work, and still get paid? Only a fool would object.

"Miss Guan, you've caused me a great loss." Zhang San said this with utmost seriousness, which almost made Guan Meiren curse.

"Adulterous couple, wasn't it you two who did this? And now it's all your fault?" He Meitian felt a little uncomfortable and muttered a few... dozens of times in her mind, cursing the two of them hundreds of times, didn't she?

Zhang San wasn't feeling well either. Damn it, why don't you wait a few years before using it? If you use it now, it won't work later, damn it!

Actually, for Guan Meiren, the things that Zhang San dislikes are things she likes, and she's currently very anxious about them.

She then stepped forward and hugged Zhang San's arm, letting his arm sink into her soft embrace, oblivious to Chai Xiaofen and He Meitian beside her; she said in a coquettish voice, "Third Brother, tell me, just tell me how to make dozens of times the profit and I'll... I'll..."

Zhang San was experiencing a different kind of tenderness, looking at her with a playful gaze, wondering what she would offer as leverage. It couldn't be money, could it? He didn't have much else, but he had plenty of money.

"I'll warm your bed and serve you like a slave..."

"I don't need it."

Zhang San's words immediately deflated her anger; still not giving up, she added, "I also know a lot of other things."

Are you referring to knowledge or posture?

Damn it, that's so disrespectful! She saw He Meitian, and at that moment, He Meitian, with her rabbit-like eyes, also looked over. She shivered; she felt she was about to be in trouble again.

really……

"Hey pretty girls, your boss has a business that could make dozens of times more money, but he doesn't even want to talk about it. Do you want to know more about it?"

Chai Xiaofen said, "Hmph, don't drag us into your madness. It takes ten or twenty years to see dozens of times the business. I don't believe it. Don't be fooled by him."

He Meitian, who was initially crying, also shifted her attention and wanted to hear what kind of business it was. Her family was not well-off, and it was only after she signed the contract that she received a lot of money, which made her family's life better.

Under the gaze of the three men, Zhang San slowly said, "Within a year, if you operate well, you can make at least three hundred times the profit. However, you can't have too much capital, otherwise you'll just play around with it."

"Tell us?"

"What benefits do I get?" Zhang San asked bluntly.

Guan Meiren felt she had given up too early. Chai Xiaofen, needless to say, had done it even earlier, and now there was another one. She immediately went to sit down next to He Meitian and started whispering in her ear. Zhang San lost interest and prepared to go to the company to get busy.

Over the past year or so in Hong Kong, Zhang San has invested heavily in real estate, spending billions on shopping malls, shops, luxury homes, and villas. He wants to buy up Hong Kong's property market before other speculative funds do.

He wasn't worried about these properties becoming unsellable. According to data from 1990, Hong Kong's average office rent was the fourth highest in the world, after Tokyo, London, and Zurich, while its retail rent was the highest globally, followed by Tokyo, London, and New York.

One of the data points states that in Central, prime commercial spaces can command monthly rents of over US$1000 per square meter, equivalent to over HK$7800.

Anyone who wants to do business in Hong Kong has to pay "land tax" to those real estate tycoons in Hong Kong, which makes Zhang San very envious.

As early as 1986, following the real estate crash, by 1989, the island nation had invested HK$20 billion in Hong Kong.

Back in May of this year, Zhang San saw a newspaper article stating that Hong Kong residents who had saved money through frugality had become "homeless," highlighting the difficulty Hong Kong people faced in both buying and renting property.

Zhang San thought to himself, if Hong Kong is like this, the mainland will be the same in the future. If he doesn't buy, speculative funds will come in and buy. If he buys it, the money will just rot in his own pocket. It doesn't seem realistic that he can help some people in the future. Will he turn from a dragon-slaying hero into a dragon himself?

This is similar to what was written in another article: "Working like oxen and horses for a single tile, some people exhaust their entire lives just to own property..." It concludes by saying: "The people of Hong Kong admire those Chinese business tycoons who defeated the old British-owned enterprises, whose glory was achieved with the blood and sweat of ordinary citizens."

The first to be affected is Li Ka-shing, the owner of Chinese-owned assets, who made billions of Hong Kong dollars in profits from the Laguna City project in Cha Kwo Ling.

Finally, the author of this article summed it up in one sentence: "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand!"

Zhang San shook his head when he saw it and sighed, "That's well said, but what's the use? At least the major real estate tycoons in Hong Kong don't have unfinished projects, don't default on bank loans, and certainly don't run away."

When Zhang San went downstairs for dinner that evening, he saw Guan Meiren looking rather eager. Hehe... these three must have reached some kind of agreement.

Sitting down at the dining table, Zhang San looked at them and said, "Just say what you have to say."

"Third Brother, you mentioned that business deal, you said you'd include us in it. It'll really be three hundred times more profitable. Um, Chai Xiaofen and I are already yours, but Xiaotian isn't..."

"I knew you liked Xiaotian. So, how about we do this business?"

Zhang San inwardly exclaimed, "Wow, this is really something!" But it didn't matter much. He smiled and said, "You guys put in some money, not too much. I'll take 40%, and you can divide the rest yourselves. You'll follow my instructions."