97: Chapter 97 The Unruly Second Generation Sons
However, this time the severe pain was much lighter, coming and going quickly, disappearing completely within the span of a single breath, leaving no lingering headache or brain fog.
Qian Zhaodi fell into a panic again, grabbing her phone while chattering anxiously.
“I told you to go to the hospital, but you wouldn't listen!”
As she frantically dialed, Chen Hao grabbed her from behind.
“I already told you I’m fine, there’s really no need to go to the hospital.”
He casually snatched the phone away and tossed it aside. She turned around, her face etched with worry, and began rubbing his head, asking with great urgency:
“What exactly is wrong with you? Do you get headaches every day?”
Chen Hao observed her at close range. He had to admit, her tense and concerned appearance brought out a delicate beauty in her; it was simply very captivating.
Because she had just been working as a Models, she hadn't had time to get dressed, so she was still completely naked.
Holding her, feeling her smooth skin, and being in such intimate proximity, Chen Hao unexpectedly felt physical arousal again.
“Seeing as you care about me so much, I’ve decided to make love to you one more time!”
Saying this, he forcefully pushed Qian Zhaodi down onto the bed and began touching her all over.
“Ah~ You’re at it again! Aren’t you afraid of sudden death with all this intensity?”
Chen Hao declared spiritedly.
“To die under the peony blossoms is a romantic end for a ghost~”
The ensuing passion lasted until dawn.
...
The next morning.
Chen Hao took his clothes out of the washing machine, confirming they were dry before putting them on.
When he walked back into the bedroom looking refreshed, Qian Zhaodi was utterly spent, looking as if she had been ravaged dozens of times. Her appearance was disheveled, and her sleeping posture was quite seductive.
Chen Hao didn't disturb her; he took Qian Zhaodi's goddess token drawing and left her home.
As he walked out of the complex, many elderly people exercising in the morning gave him looks filled with ill intent, and quite a few were pointing and whispering behind his back.
This was an old complex, and the soundproofing wasn't very good. Yesterday's noise had kept the neighbors awake.
Chen Hao didn't care what the neighbors said; lust is human nature, a basic part of being human.
Back in the maserati, he shut the door and first planned to redeem all the tokens.
"Detection of redeemable tokens. Redeem now?"
"Yes"
"Qian Zhaodi Favorability +100, goddess token: Drawing * 1080"
"Redemption Points: 108000"
"Current Available Points: 119978"
He had accumulated about 120,000 points. If all of that were converted to cash, it would be equivalent to 1.2 billion. Money came too easily!
It was a pity that opportunities to accumulate so many tokens from one person like Qian Zhaodi were extremely rare. If every woman were a 'hamster,' becoming a billionaire would be just around the corner for him.
His thoughts were grand, but reality was harsh.
For now, he could only indulge in dreams. Amidst the excitement, Chen Hao returned to reality.
He had no classes today; it was a day off.
He called Zhao Yifei. Chen Hao originally intended to urge her to hand over the materials as soon as possible.
“I’m very busy during the day. We’ll talk tonight. Wait for my call.”
She hung up after just two sentences. It was clear the Movie Queen was genuinely busy.
Thinking about what he needed to do today—look at houses, install servers—he realized he didn't need to handle everything personally. By prioritizing and delegating, he decided to go find Sun Nana to properly discuss the partnership matters with the Second Generation Rich.
Before going to see Sun Nana, Chen Hao called Zhang Menglu first, telling her he was very busy today and letting her rest for another day.
“Okay, just don't overwork yourself. Make sure to rest well.”
Zhang Menglu’s voice sounded a bit disappointed. Chen Hao couldn't help it; he was now an undeniable playboy and sea king. With so many women around, he had to prioritize taking care of the important ones.
Afterward, he called Sun Nana to ask for her location.
“Brother Hao, didn't you see the WeChat message I sent you? I told you yesterday!”
Chen Hao laughed it off, saying:
“I drank too much yesterday and didn't look at my phone.”
“Honestly.”
Then, Sun Nana chatted like they were catching up, explaining in detail about the previous day's meeting and drinking session.
“There’s a group for the Second Generation Rich in Guangcheng. They all want to start something. Young Master Xiao said he’s gathering all the Second Generation Rich today so we can discuss how to build a business together.”
Chen Hao interjected, asking:
“About how many people?”
“Around a hundred. We’re meeting at the hotel where I’m staying this morning.”
“Whoa! That many people.”
He drove while talking on the phone and soon arrived at the hotel where Sun Nana was staying. Following the directions, Chen Hao went to the coffee shop to wait.
Not long after, Sun Nana made a grand entrance. She was fully made up, wearing all the designer clothes Chen Hao had bought her last time, dressed very expensively, looking exactly like a nouveau riche.
“Brother Hao.”
“Why are you dressed so formally?”
Sun Nana said as she sat down.
“Because I’m meeting with all the wealthy young masters from Guangcheng’s circle today. I can’t be too casual with my attire, right?”
Compared to her, Chen Hao’s attire today was slightly unpresentable. When the two sat together, anyone looking at them would feel like a beautiful flower paired with cow dung.
Around 9 AM, the Second Generation Rich began arriving one after another.
The Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang families—various Second Generation Rich from Guangcheng—made their appearances.
Most of those who arrived before 10 AM were people Chen Hao recognized, such as the student Li Shao, and Young Master Xiao whose birthday it was the night before.
There were about ten of them. Because their elders vouched for him, they placed great trust in Chen Hao and Sun Nana.
Those who arrived after 10 AM, judging by their attitudes, were somewhat unruly and arrogant, adopting a condescending, self-important demeanor.
Chen Hao understood. The Second Generation Rich, born with silver spoons in their mouths, saw the endpoint of a lifetime of struggle for others as merely their starting line. It was normal for them to feel superior and look down on everyone.
One by one, around 11 AM, the group of the Second Generation Rich was finally assembled.
The dozen or so people who had better relationships with Chen Hao and Sun Nana introduced them grandly, having already explained that they were going to work on a project together for fun.
Within the circle of the Second Generation Rich, although they were all in the same group chat, they also had factions. Who was on good terms with whom, who disliked whom, and who was poaching whose contacts—the internal conflicts were quite messy.
Young Master Xiao and these dozen or so people formed a small clique, while others also had their own social circles.
There was a clique mainly composed of residents whose families benefited from demolitions; their attire was very obvious—sleeveless shirts, shorts, and flip-flops.
Among them, a certain Second Generation Demolition Heir named Chai Fang was the most unruly. He kept being loud and voicing opposition.
“Investment is not a problem; our money is too much to spend anyway.”
“I speak rather bluntly, so don't mind me, but I’m quite confused. You all talk about him like he’s some kind of god, but I feel like he’s a scammer.”
In fact, it wasn't just Chai Fang; many of them felt the same way.
After all, Chen Hao was too young. He didn't look like an economics lecturer at all; based on his clothes, some people would believe he sold insurance.
“Believe it or not, if you don't believe it, go home and ask your dad.”
“I already asked. My dad isn't interested in any so-called expert professors and hasn't heard of anyone by that name.”