The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

When Xia Haoyang got up again in the morning, it was almost ten o'clock again. The woman beside him had disappeared. Recalling that Zeng Jingyi told him yesterday that she was going out shopping with her sister-in-law, Xia Haoyang could only smile and get up by himself.

When Xia Haoyang walked downstairs, he found that almost the whole family was there.

"Yangyang, get up. He's so lazy. Is his uncle a lazy bum?" Mother Xia was playing with baby Xia Yuanxue.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad, good morning, big brother and second brother. Don't you have to go to work today?" Xia Haoyang felt a little surprised.

"Something happened today. Several uncles from the sixteen families will come to our house to discuss things later. We are waiting." The eldest brother answered him.

"Oh." Xia Haoyang didn't say anything and walked straight to the dining table. Usually, some leftover breakfast would be left for him.

"Third brother, I have here the shipyard's cost sheet, cash flow statement, balance sheet and meeting minutes for the past six months. You can take a look at them yourself when you have time." The eldest brother Xia Haogang patted the file bag in his hand and placed it on the coffee table.

"I won't look at that stuff. I don't understand business matters, so I won't make things more complicated. But is the funding enough?" Xia Haoyang asked while drinking soy milk.

"You can never have too much money, but you uncles and aunts have also felt that the development of our Vancouver shipyard has been too fast, and everyone thinks it would be better to slow down the development for a while. Don't worry, the shipyard is not short of funds for the time being."

"That's fine." Xia Haoyang continued to eat fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"No, third brother, if the shipyard is really short of money, can you still take it out? Didn't you invest all of your 100 billion yuan in the shipyard?" Xia Haoqi asked curiously.

"I don't have any cash left, but I still have 20% of the shares of Fat Cat Studio. If I really need funds, I can sell some. It seems that the company's stock is quite valuable now." Xia Haoyang answered nonchalantly, "My accountant told me that as long as I keep 5%, I can basically ensure that I am a major shareholder, so I can still sell 15%. If I really need funds, I can sell it."

"You're the goose that lays eggs, so keep it. But your company's stock has indeed been doing well over the past year. It's now more than 200 yuan per share, and the total asset value has doubled. That's amazing. I also usually buy low and sell high to make a small profit, hehe." The second brother Xia Haoqi smiled.

"Yes, Yangyang, you should keep it. 20% is not a lot, and 5% is not safe. Keep it for yourself and don't sell it randomly. The shipyard does not belong to you alone. If you really need money, we should work together to find a solution." Mother Xia quickly defended.

"It's okay. Just ask if you need anything." Xia Haoyang really didn't care. "By the way, my cousin called me yesterday and said that the country will be doing backup work for important assets, high-precision projects, and enterprises in western provinces recently, and asked me to tell my parents."

"Did your cousin also tell you? We are inviting other uncles to the meeting later for this matter. How about, Dad, let the third brother join as well?" Xia Haogang turned to look at his father.

Before Xia's father responded, Xia Haoyang was startled. He remembered being called a pig by his cousin and quickly said, "Brother, I'm not familiar with politics, business, and investment. I'm in the entertainment industry, so I have nothing to do with this. Most importantly, I'm not interested in it. Forget it. I won't get involved in your affairs. Just have your meeting. I'll be out for a while."

Father Xia glanced at Xia Haoyang, and then said, "If that's the case, forget about the third child, but the second child will come to the study later."

"Oh." Xia Haoqi glanced at his father and agreed softly.

Xia Haoyang let out a long sigh and quickened his pace in eating breakfast. He planned to leave as soon as he finished eating so as to avoid meeting uncles and elders from the sixteen families and having to entertain them again.

"Brother, can you lend me two cars? I want to go out for a while." Xia Haoyang spoke immediately after finishing his meal.

Mother Xia saw through Xia Haoyang's little thoughts, but she just smiled and said nothing.

"Hey, third brother, you now have a driver's license? That's great. What kind of car do you want to drive? I have several good cars on hand. How about a Porsche 918? I'll give it to you!" Xia Haoqi became noticeably more confident when he mentioned the car.

"I'm just going out for a stroll. I don't think I can drive fast enough in the city, so a normal car will do."

"You can choose it yourself, but I don't have any ordinary cars. People with poor quality can't enter my garage." Xia Haoqi said with some pride, and threw several car keys on the coffee table, all of which were luxury cars.

Xia Haoyang picked up a key from the coffee table and said, "This is it. Thanks, second brother." Then he walked towards the door.

"Yangyang, remember to come back for dinner."

"I got it, Mom." Xia Haoyang waved his hand.

He arrived at the garage and pressed the key. As the unlocking sound rang out, Xia Haoyang looked over and saw that it was the bright red Aston Martin.

Xia Haoyang smiled, shook his head, and walked to the car.

He had ridden in this car before. That was the first time he went to watch Wan'er racing in person a few years ago. But now the beauty is gone, and Xia Haoyang is filled with sadness.

There is also a layer of dust on the outer shell of this Aston Martin, which means that his second brother has not used it for a long time. At the front of the garage is a Porsche 918 Spyder, which is worth at least 500 million. It is obvious that this car is his second brother's recent favorite. The body of the car is spotless, brand new and bright, and it is meticulously protected.

However, as a hybrid super sports car, the Porsche 918 Spyder combines luxury and performance, and can be regarded as the crystallization of technology and luxury. It is hard for car-loving men not to be attracted by it.

But Xia Haoyang is not so particular about the car, as long as it is spacious and comfortable. He drives very steadily and does not blindly pursue speed. Therefore, various sports cars do not make much difference to him, and are not as good as SUVs with high chassis.

He entered the cockpit of the Aston Martin, readjusted the seat, held the steering wheel with both hands, and did not start the key. He was thinking.

He actually didn't have anywhere in particular he wanted to go. Saying he wanted to go out was just an excuse. In reality, he didn't know where to go at all.

Xia Haoyang didn't plan to look for Zeng Jingyi. He knew that Jingyi went shopping with her sister-in-law, and he didn't like that kind of atmosphere. He suddenly thought of the kitten and the cattery of Yu's grandmother in the countryside. So Xia Haoyang started the car and drove to the suburbs of Vancouver at a speed that was not worthy of the value of this Aston Martin.

It only ran at 30 mph in the city, and even in the sparsely populated suburbs, the speed was only over 50 mph. Xia Haoyang's driving speed in this Aston Martin was truly a snail's pace.

Many drivers on the road would look back at this car and its driver. Well, they all looked back because their cars were driving faster than this Aston Martin.

But Xia Haoyang has a good attitude. You guys look after yours, I drive mine, and he is content with it.