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Chapter 761: Chapter 569 Little Third Erupts

Chen An’an was placed in Class 1 of her middle school.

The class had more than forty students, and each dormitory housed six girls.

Since she arrived early, she was assigned a lower bunk next to the edge.

Among the other five girls, two were from out of town, and three held local Magic City residency certificates.

With a bright smile, Chen An’an pulled out a bag of snacks from her backpack, just like when she was a child, and shared them with her dormmates.

Some happily accepted, while the two from Magic City merely glanced at the offer without saying much.

They took only a token amount.

“Hi there, I’m Chen An’an. What’s your name?”

“I’m Xiao Wenwen. She’s my elementary school classmate, Hu Tao.”

The six girls, regardless of their differences, were going to live together for a long time now.

Even the two girls from Magic City eventually introduced themselves under Chen An’an’s friendly persistence.

Local residents of Magic City had been fortunate in the Big Era of real estate. As long as they didn’t squander away their resources, with some relocation compensation and basic financial sense, their lives wouldn’t turn out too badly.

During the summer, Chen An’an had learned about this from Little Soldier Company.

She didn’t overthink it but clearly understood that many people’s sense of superiority simply came from a “Demolition” character in their family history.

It wasn’t just her starting middle school—Er Piya was now in second grade as well.

Carrying her oversized backpack, she still strutted with the confident gait of “The Lone Invincible.” This time, she had switched from the international class to the public class, but she didn’t care.

Wherever she went, she was destined to take first place—does it even make a difference?

The class had its fair share of quiet and introverted students who seldom spoke, were curious about everything, and studied with impressive diligence.

Then there were the girls brimming with a sense of superiority; if someone so much as brushed against them, they would screech and bicker aggressively, like clawing harpies.

Whenever Er Piya encountered such girls, she would launch herself at them without hesitation.

Making them cry was the only way to assert her special status and identity as the Second Princess.

Becoming an ordinary girl, like her older sister? Not a chance.

“My dad worked so hard to ‘skillfully reincarnate’ me into such a perfect life—how could I waste it?”

On her very first day of registration, Er Piya got into a fight with two girls in her class.

At that age, fights consisted of pulling hair and scratching faces.

Fearless and feisty, Er Piya charged at anyone with inflated egos, teaching them a thing or two about humility.

Within a few days, it was almost certain she would earn the title of the class’s Second Sister.

Meanwhile, Little Third was the total opposite. While his sister fought her way through school, he extended little snacks to everyone he met, as if afraid they might turn against him.

Song Yanxi held her forehead, wondering when Little Third would finally outgrow this personality.

It was bordering on people-pleasing at this point.

Now that all three kids were going to school, Chen Pingsheng attended a private Taishan Association meeting hosted by Zhejiang Business in Magic City.

The meeting, private by nature, saw him accompanied by his wife, Song Yanxi.

The organizer was a legendary domestic tycoon, whom everyone at the meeting unanimously treated as the “Big Brother.”

The tycoon repeated his fervent encouragement for business owners to support each other. While entrepreneur-backed guarantees were common, failures were even more rampant.

With Chen Pingsheng’s current reputation, anyone looking to borrow hundreds of millions could simply have him as a guarantor—no physical collateral required.

But being a guarantor was no easy task. If the borrower couldn’t repay, the bank would come after the guarantors for compensation.

Some people shamelessly sought guarantees based on nothing more than familiarity with him. Dream on.

What, did they really think they were “Big Brother” material?

Chen Pingsheng didn’t even stay for more than a few hours before leaving. Given the current circumstances, there was no way he’d guarantee anything for anyone.

After selling off their luxury homes at a significant discount, Song Yanxi liquidated over two billion yuan and neither deposited it in the bank nor reinvested in real estate.

Instead, she poured all of it into domestic new energy stocks.

With the current situation in the country, the government was determined to support both new energy and tech stocks.

Two billion yuan wasn’t much, but given Chen Pingsheng’s expertise in this field, he clearly foresaw that the new energy market was poised for significant growth in the near future.

He didn’t put all his eggs in one basket but diversified across several stocks—essentially catching the dip.

This September, NIO’s stock price had plummeted to $1.5—a crash unmatched by any other new energy enterprise this year.

Chen Pingsheng decided to bet on its survival, investing billions.

As for the remaining funds, they were all invested in BYD, another company that had seen severe declines this year.

Overall, the new energy market in 2019 remained bleak.

While many proclaimed that electric vehicles would be the next global boom after smartphones, the harsh reality was that sales figures didn’t match the hype.

No matter how promising the market, without sales, there would be no returns this year.

For automakers, going public was primarily a means to raise capital. Since Tengfei didn’t need external funding, there was no rush to push for IPOs in such poor market conditions.

Absolutely unnecessary. Whether it took another three years or more, Chen Pingsheng had no pressure whatsoever.

Chen Pingsheng continued to hold his ground at Tengying Group, while his wife remained busy managing Water Cloud Space.

Time passed leisurely, and before anyone knew it, it was already mid-September.

During this time, one major event occurred at home: Little Third, Chen Lu, got into a fight for the first time.

Song Yanxi was so thrilled she nearly invited the other kid’s parents over for drinks to celebrate.

When they were summoned to the kindergarten by the teacher, they learned the scuffle had started over a particularly pretty little girl in the class. She only wanted to play with Little Third, Chen Lu.

Another kid became jealous; despite Little Third giving him plenty of snacks and drinks, the other kid wasn’t satisfied. Eventually, he yanked the little girl’s pigtails to force her to play with him.

Little Third, Chen Lu, finally snapped, threw a punch, and then got beaten up instead.

Though the reason for the fight wasn’t great and he didn’t do too well in it, the incident still delighted Song Yanxi.

To her, the mere fact that Little Third had mustered the courage to throw a punch showed he had the potential to become a tough guy in the future.

Her only fear was that he’d remain timid forever.

It wasn’t a big deal—just some silly antics among a few kids in kindergarten.

When his older sister found out, Er Piya rallied two of her second-grade allies to avenge him.

They beat the little fatty so badly he cried.

The other kid’s parents were called in, but Er Piya didn’t care one bit. She could bully Little Third, but no one else was allowed to.

Except for the eldest sister.

It was an ironclad rule in their family: infighting was fine, but external threats united them. That was the unchanging family motto.

Er Piya wreaked havoc without a care because, at the end of the day, her dad was always there to clean up the mess. Of course, she knew to stay within limits—she couldn’t let herself develop a truly bad temperament.

This year, Er Piya seemed to feel some pressure as well. She noticed that some of her classmates were putting in an unusual amount of effort.

It didn’t seem normal. “We’re all city kids—what are you working so hard for? Trying to reach outer space?”