Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Chapter 270: I Will Work Hard

Early in the development phase,

Chen Pingsheng had already set his family's hundred-year plan.

More specifically, the implementation plan mainly involved adjusting the capital allocation to focus on low-risk, sustainable commercial real estate.

This investment direction could be said to be exactly the same as most of the wealthy families in Xiangjiang.

Business operations carry risks, while collecting rent is the most stable.

Thus, up to now, his wholly-owned Tengchao Commercial Management had already invested 55 billion in cash.

The total assets of the enterprise, after the increase in property prices over the past two years, were approximately 680 billion.

His permanent commercial real estate investments in Xiangjiang had already reached a total input of twenty billion.

This was the real foundation of his confidence in joining the ranks of the wealthy.

It was also the safest asset he planned to leave for Chen An'an and the others.

Beyond that, he had also diversified his investments across traditional department stores, entertainment, catering, live-streaming sales, coffee, and internet investments.

The development of the entire group could be said to be very complex; the key assets were definitely Tengfei New Energy.

As long as Tengfei New Energy became successful, with his full investment, it would definitely have a place in the tech industry.

To own a hundred billion US Dollar enterprise is not an exaggeration at all.

For Tengfei New Energy, he still had twenty years to guide its growth.

He was in no hurry about this matter.

As for the other industries at home, despite their seeming complexity, the core was still to control the flow of traffic resources.

Whether it's Tengying Entertainment, Xin Teng Live Streaming, or the newly established Teng You Media.

The core of each was to capture the flow of traffic, which is to deeply bind user time.

As long as he secured and managed the traffic well, the future of Tengying Group would be everlasting.

Haven't you seen so many business magnates seeking cooperation with him? The key reason is that he controls core traffic resources.

As long as he managed this well, business in the future would not be a problem.

Chen Pingsheng still had plenty of time to wait for An'an and the others to grow up, but he also needed to plan his retirement path in advance.

That is to put the second generation plan on the agenda, which was very crucial.

When the time came for him to grow old, the future of Tengying Group would have to be handed over to its successors.

This was his responsibility as a father, as well as his duty as the Sect Leader.

In late October, the winds of Magic City had already become chilly.

Fortunately, it was quite comfortable to wear a light jacket at home, Chen An'an, since returning from Xiangjiang,

would charge out of the house every morning as if she had been injected with chicken blood, standing in front of the mirror shouting three times, “I must work hard, I must struggle.”

Then she would stomp her feet fiercely several times.

Chen Pingsheng suspected she had become a mild success-ology patient.

It was not just her, she also dragged her younger sister into doing the same.

He didn't know what the spoiled brat was shouting about working hard for every day!

After the test papers were handed out, there was a steady output as usual, ranking 24th in the class.

Compared to the first grade in Capital City, the progress was already quite evident.

With fewer students in the class, how could there not be progress?

Chen Pingsheng, downstairs, heard again the clatter of feet stomping upstairs, which used to stop after three stomps.

Now it simply never stopped.

The symptom was clear: too much chicken blood had been injected.

Probably she had watched those brainless success slogans on short videos, like “Clap if you understand, a million if you leave.”

Success-ology gurus could even fool a nine-year-old girl; there's really no one else like them.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't be bothered to deal with it.

A wealthy family is not just about the four of them; the entire clan needed to be nurtured.

He was ready to make efforts in this direction.

Chen An'an came downstairs, determination in her eyes:

“Dad, I shouted 'I must work hard' ten times today, am I not very hardworking?”

Chen Pingsheng joined in with her, stomping one foot on the ground, “Work hard, work hard, I must work hard!”

When a man suddenly starts going to bed early and getting up early, not playing games or watching TV shows,

it usually means he's had too much motivational soup the night before, and he would settle down after three days.

“An'an, is your dad working hard like this too?”

Uh… Chen An'an scratched her head, “Dad, why are you shouting too?”

“I'm just learning from you!”

Chen An'an's eyes firmed up again, “Dad, I saw a masterclass online, and the registration fee is only 980, I want to learn.”

“How big of a 'master' are we talking about?”

“Very big, very big.”

Chen An'an gestured a large circle with her hands, “That kind of person is even more powerful than Dad, they could move the earth with just a bamboo pole!”

Chen Pingsheng patted her shoulder, she's only nine after all, this is clearly a misunderstanding of your dad's capabilities.

“All right, buy one for your friend Yang Xiaole as well, so she can go with you.”

“Yessir!”

Chen An'an was very happy; she was going to study hard and make progress every day.

And aim to inherit the family wealth as soon as possible.

Chen Pingsheng found it amusing, this spoiled brat was unlike any other, even daring to compare him to those success-guru types.

At their level, who would still go out to teach classes?

Only Mr. Ma had some interest in that, but his classes were only for the top tier second generation or the pioneering first generation.

It wasn't something you could join just by having money.

Song Yanxi also came downstairs, she was quite perplexed too; why would the spoiled brat get into those online success-guru types who were all talk and no substance?

“Husband, is An'an coming to you for another motivational boost?”

“Her grades aren't great, but she's full of energy.”

Chen Pingsheng said, “Let her take the class for a few days, that's fine. This silly girl is actually comparing me with those people, it's embarrassing.”

“By the way, I'm planning to set up a family fund. Relatives within three degrees from the Chen Family and your Song family can receive a certain amount of startup capital.”

“How come you suddenly thought of doing this?”

Song Yanxi sat opposite him, pouring herself a cup of Dahongpao tea from Wuyi Mountain as well.

A sip in the morning, quenches thirst and nourishes the skin.

“Isn't it just to cultivate more relatives? By the time An'an grows up, I can't just have her be the only rich one while the rest of the relatives in both Chen and Song families are still living in poverty. That doesn't align with the long-term interests of a major family.”

Song Yanxi thought it made sense, but such a project wasn't easy to get started.

“How much startup capital do you want to give?”

“Eight million per person, four chances, with only two million available to be received within a year.”

Starting a business isn't something you succeed at on the first try, Chen Pingsheng was well aware of this, hence the four chances.

If they failed all four times, they were pretty much natural-born employees.

He wouldn't give them a dime of resources if they wanted to start a business again.

Speaking of which, there were quite a lot of relatives in both the Chen and Song families.

This family fund was mainly aimed at those under thirty.

Those over thirty didn't really need to be cultivated.

After all, Chen Pingsheng wasn't out to make money from this, but to plan for the future of An'an and the others.

“How much money do you plan to put in?”

“Three Billion, let's see whether the Chens have a bit more talent or if the Song family gets ahead.”

Song Yanxi smiled and found it quite interesting, three billion was nothing to them by now.

But it was very meaningful for their peers and juniors in the Chen and Song families.

Simply put, it was about offering a fair and absolutely effective way for them to take the money and make their mark in the world.

The winner would be able to serve as the Left or Right Emissary for An'an and her generation in the future.

That's broadly the idea.

There wasn't much to argue about, everything would be determined by results.

Chen Pingsheng also mentioned to Song Yanxi that the spoiled brat was planning to sign up for a success guru's masterclass in a few days.

Song Yanxi was surprised, was that something even their kind of family would learn?

Wasn't that just meant to hook in the average person?

Why would the spoiled brat join that crowd, just to hear others say, “Do you want to drive a Benz and live in a three-bedroom apartment in Magic City”?

It seemed so odd.

Chapter end

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