Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Once these women sat down, they started asking him about stock trading, which stocks would rise sharply, and so on.

Or they'd ask about his management experience—stuff that, honestly, isn't all that meaningful to talk about.

Stock trading is something he plays with using his own big capital. If he were to toy with those small domestic companies,

it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that with his funds, he could easily push up their stock prices ten or twenty times in the short term.

However, once those stocks are pushed up, if there's no one to take over, it's all worthless.

And as soon as he pulls out, all that's left are the ones taking the fall.

Plenty of people in the country play this way, scamming retail investors and fattening their own pockets.

He's absolutely not interested in doing such things.

This business of stock trading? There's really nothing worth teaching. As for management experience…

He's managing corporations now and doesn't bother with the nitty-gritty stuff, so chatting about his management expertise is just absurd.

He can't teach them anything, much less discuss stock trading strategies.

After dinner, he left and went to the spoiled brat's school earlier than expected in the afternoon.

The spoiled brat was still in her last class, and she'd be out of school after it finished.

When Chen Pingsheng got there, the school principal personally invited him to the office, seating him in the head chair.

In Golden Mountain, his status is unimaginably high.

Anyone who sees him immediately bows and extends their hand.

The principal, who's over fifty years old this year, is about to turn sixty soon.

To achieve the position of a Magic City principal in academics is truly bringing glory to one's ancestors.

"Mr. Chen, your daughter is truly outstanding—such a rare young lady of refinement."

"Principal, it's still a bit early for compliments. Let's wait until she's in eighth grade next year. If she can get into a decent high school on her own, then she'll really be doing well."

Chen Pingsheng knew Chen An'an didn't have much of a knack for studying. Her chances of getting into a good high school required much more effort compared to those with natural talent.

The principal took a sip of tea, smiling. But secretly, he thought—regardless of how Chen An'an performed academically, wouldn't any Golden Mountain high school immediately send her an acceptance letter?

It's best if she gets in by herself, but even if she doesn't, it wouldn't make much difference.

Ding! The bell rang, signaling the end of class for the entire school.

After saying goodbye to the principal, Chen Pingsheng went to wait outside An'an's classroom.

As it was the start of vacation, the students were unusually excited.

They bounced and skipped their way out, with Chen An'an exiting from the back door, as cheerful as ever.

"Dad, what are you doing picking me up at school?"

"I had some free time this afternoon and happened to be passing by. Thought I'd come get you!"

Hee-hee… Chen An'an was pretty happy, humming a little tune as they walked, greeting familiar classmates and friends along the way.

She delightedly introduced her dad to them.

Father and daughter made their way to the school gate, which was packed with cars outside.

Everyone was here picking up their kids!

Chen Pingsheng had An'an sit in the front passenger seat. He'd kept things low-key this time, driving just a modest Passat.

On the way home, Chen Pingsheng asked her, "How's it been at school lately?"

"Definitely fine! I'm happy wherever I go."

"That's your best trait—you're always so optimistic."

Chen Pingsheng chuckled and asked, "Got any special plans for this vacation?"

"Of course not, it's just a few days off. What kind of plans could I even have?"

Hmm… Chen Pingsheng decided not to press further. The father and daughter arrived home in under half an hour.

The Jinshan Villa was bustling, with Grandpa fishing by the lake along with second and third uncles.

Chen Pingsheng asked how many fish they'd caught, and sure enough, the haul wasn't bad—at least four or five each.

Not bad at all; good thing he'd been regularly stocking the lake with fish.

After parking the car, they took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. The weather was just right for a swim.

In a little while, it would probably start getting colder.

Now that the spoiled brat was boarding at school, she only came home every ten days. Naturally, this time around, she was tasked with ordering the dishes.

The family chef prepared meals based on her selections.

Soon after, Er Piya showed up. She was something else—rolling up with a line of cars following her to the door.

Once Er Piya came upstairs, she immediately asked her older sister how her grades were and whether she'd casually landed in first place like her.

This, of course, infuriated Chen An'an, who charged over and tugged on her little ears, demanding that Er Piya rephrase her words.

Er Yatou yelled, "It hurts, it hurts!" for quite a while. Whenever she didn't see her sister for seven or eight days, she seemed to forget about Chen An'an's physical prowess.

Sure enough, the moment she got home, she was asking for trouble outright.

After taking a beating, Er Piya finally settled down, sitting there mumbling and complaining about her sister's violent tendencies.

Chen An'an didn't care about the complaints. Er Yatou dared only mutter a bit but wouldn't dare say much beyond that.

Once it was time to eat, his wife also returned from the office, and the whole family reunited for dinner.

It happened to be a family gathering dinner.

His little sister Chen Qi was lamenting her bad luck, saying her shop had been trashed, and that bald musclehead didn't have enough money to compensate her—leaving her to suffer an unreasonable loss.

Puckering her lips, she even expressed her grievances to Peng Ying, claiming that making money wasn't easy for her, and losing over ten million meant she'd have to scrimp and sip soup for the rest of the year.

Not even enough left for a proper bowl of meat soup.

She looked so pitiful, yet Chen Pingsheng clearly knew his little sister's personality. She was pretending, obviously bringing this up now to discuss it in front of their parents.

Luckily, his wife stepped in to smooth things over.

For Chen Qi, ten million was a considerable sum of money, but for Song Yanxi, it was nothing more than pocket change.

Simply not worth mentioning. Besides, wasn't Chen Qi practically spelling out her intentions—how could Song Yanxi not agree?

"I have to say, Chen Qi, your skin's getting thicker by the day."

Chen Pingsheng scolded. "The shop was opened for you by me, the storefront bought by me, even the lawsuit handled by people from my company—and now that the store got wrecked, you want us to cover the cost? You've got some nerve."

"Brother, isn't it just because your sister lacks capability? In this life, what do I have to brag about besides having a good brother?"

Chen Qi chuckled. With her brother covering her losses, there was nothing for her to complain about.

She'd been meaning to bring this up but hadn't found the right opportunity.

If she were to bring it up one-on-one with her brother, no way would it fly.

But now the timing was perfect—a family gathering—it'd be harder for him to refuse.

Let's admit it… leaning on her brother to get by was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Brother, don't be mad. Your little sister promises to show you proper filial piety someday."

"If I wait for that day, I'll need to live to be 108."

"I'm sure you could live till 200!"

Chen Qi even served her brother a chunk of fish head. While she habitually relied on Chen Pingsheng, at least she wasn't reckless. She was the type to be content and grounded once she had some money.

As for Hu Lin, there was no need to even mention him; he lived frugally to the extreme.

If he got 3,000 yuan a month, it'd feel like a jackpot. When it came to eating out, paying the bill was unheard of.

Any activity requiring money—count him out.

His frugality was all for saving up for his son, Hu Qilin. When this kid grows up, he certainly wouldn't be short on cash.

His parents didn't spend much on themselves, so eventually, wouldn't all the savings just go to him?

As his uncle, Chen Pingsheng could see through it but kept his thoughts to himself.

Who knows how much his little sister intends to save for Hu Qilin before she's satisfied?