Chapter 446 Old Classmates From Those Years

In Song Shuiqing's eyes, Chen Anan must be carefree now, and can buy whatever she wants.

But is this really the case?

Obviously, not!

On the contrary, 200 million will only bring her more troubles than the 200,000 pocket money she used to have.

She has only been in Shenzhen for more than a month, a new environment and new classmates.

Unlike the exquisiteness of Shanghai, the children in Guangdong are obviously more low-key.

But it is only low-key on the surface.

Just like the more than 20 classmates in the class, most of their families are quite rich.

The concept of being quite rich means assets of over 100 million.

Some parents are senior managers, and their income may not be low, making about 1 or 2 million a year.

They send their children to this kind of international elementary school where rich people gather, perhaps hoping that they can receive the best education.

At the same time, they also know some friends from the rich class.

The parents' intentions are definitely good, but... will the result really be good?

As for the two female classmates that Chen Anan knows, their families are definitely not bad, and their parents have a basic income of 500,000 or 600,000 a year.

After they were sent here, they almost became autistic.

Because their family income is so low, they are at the bottom of the class in international schools.

Their parents spent half of the family expenses hoping that they would be able to join the wealthy class from an early age.

But the effect was counterproductive.

In such an environment, not to mention developing self-confidence, they began to feel inferior.

They even resented their parents, saying, "Why don't you work hard to make money? Why are there so many gaps between me and my classmates?"

Chen Anan would not have such worries, because her father always made her the best of the best wherever she went.

In other words, the most beautiful girl in the crowd.

In such an environment, she had already developed innate self-confidence.

Not to mention that her father now spent so much time with her.

After only half a month here, she became the real big sister in the class.

But she was much more low-key than before, and no longer dragged her classmates to play the erhu.

However, she also understood a truth.

No matter how much her parents gave her, it was all earned by their hard work.

So she had to cherish it, and she had to know how to use the resources in her hands to make money.

Chen Anan organized a money-making conference in the class, specifically to discuss how to make money from money.

If this were placed in an ordinary elementary school, it would be a joke.

But in an international elementary school, even if these people are only ten years old, they can still discuss it seriously.

Because they have been influenced by their parents since childhood, let alone their grades, their knowledge is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary children.

The children in the class are diverse, some of their parents are in finance, some are village chiefs in Guangdong, and some have their own companies.

Chen Anan wants to learn how to make money, and the best way is naturally to brainstorm.

For example, a classmate suggested that they could make a fortune by taking water from the Alps and selling it for 100 per barrel.

Or another classmate suggested that they could bring Antarctic penguins to Africa for exhibition.

They would definitely make a fortune.

Chen Anan looked at the two little classmates with wisdom in their eyes, and she wanted to say, if your father hadn't designed a family fund for you earlier, he would have let you start a business in a daze.

You would probably lose all your savings for eight lifetimes.

This is not outrageous. Another classmate suggested that we dig wells in the desert, 10,000 per well, and we would die of thirst if we don’t buy.

10,000 per well, and if we sell 10,000 wells every day, we will get 100 million.

The more she talked, the more excited she became.

Give her a well, and she can beat the richest man in the world.

OK... you understand business.

Chen Anan silently drew a big black line behind this classmate.

Forbid her from making proposals in the future.

This is not outrageous. Even more outrageous is going to Africa to produce Wenzhou leather shoes for Sapp.

Let Odebiao ride their self-produced small motorcycles to pull bananas.

I didn’t expect that half of the 25 people in a class were talented people.

It’s outrageous.

It seems that the road of brainstorming is not feasible. If we want to make money, we have to rely on the wisdom of my big sister Anan.

In fact, Chen Anan wants to make money because she doesn’t want to disappoint her father’s training for so many years.

She doesn’t want to disappoint him. If she really makes money, she will have nowhere to spend it.

Now her father has returned to Shanghai, leaving her and her sister here. Every time after class, Shen Youwei will drive Cullinan to pick her up.

And there are two bodyguard cars.

Her father is not here, and her mother, grandmother and grandmother are not here either.

She is still somewhat uncomfortable.

"Sister Youwei, do you have any friends in Shenzhen?"

"Yes, many of my fellow villagers work here."

"Then let's go see them together, okay?"

"Go see them?"

Shen Youwei asked in confusion: "Most of my fellow villagers work in factories. I heard from them that people commit suicide in the factory every month. An'an, you'd better not go!"

"Suicide, why?"

"Maybe it's because they live too depressed and can't see any hope in life!"

Shen Youwei said: "An'an, you may not know much about the people in the factory. Their lives are standard three-point one-line, repeating every day, and it's easy to suppress themselves and get some depression."

"Actually, I know a little bit."

Chen An'an said: "My dad took me to the village in the city for two months last year. Most people there work in factories. It was only after that that I started to rarely mess around."

Okay… Shen Youwei has not contacted fellow villagers since she came here, mainly because she is afraid of affecting her care for the two sisters.

Since An An said she wanted to go this time, let’s take her to see it.

Most of Shenzhen’s population are migrant workers, and it is these people who support the city’s thriving growth.

But they often live at the bottom of society, not seeing much light and not seeing much hope in this city.

Shen Youwei contacted a classmate who grew up with her, who was different from her college.

This female classmate followed the villagers to Shenzhen to work in the factory a long time ago.

She often contacted them after she went to Hong Kong, but when she contacted them again in Shenzhen this time, they didn’t reply to her messages at all.

The reason is very simple. They walked and walked, and became young girls who made quick money in the alleys.

No matter how rich these people are when they return to the village, they don’t want people in their hometown to know what they are doing.

So, they just found an excuse to smoke and refuse.

As long as the villagers don’t know what they are doing, there may be a last trace of holy land.

If she knew, she would have nothing to hide.

Shen Youwei had no choice but to contact other people.

Their village was poor, and many people had no other way out except to work outside.

Don't mention it, she really contacted one person.

This person liked her when she was in junior high school, and now he seems to be a driver here.

In order to meet Shen Youwei, he even drove out his boss's luxury car.

In addition, he bought a suit and tied a black tie, and wandered in front of the flower shop for a long time, hesitating whether to buy a flower.

He mustered up the courage and bought it.

But the moment he saw Shen Youwei, she was as beautiful as before, but he could no longer muster up the courage to say that he liked her.

This may be the helplessness of reality!

Zhang Yong tried to stretch out his uneasy hand, but after thinking about it, he took it back.

"Youwei... why are you willing to call me?"

"I can't contact Linghua, so I want to ask you if you know where she is?"

Linghua... is also from the same village as them.

Zhang Yong was so embarrassed when he saw her. One was a client and the other was a prostitute.

They were also old classmates who hadn't seen each other for many years and were from the same village.

Zhang Yong saw the panic in Linghua's eyes.

Linghua saw the embarrassment in his eyes. In the end, they smiled at each other and could only never see each other again.