Rebirth of Bloody Romance

At night, the night was like a huge piece of black silk, gently covering the entire city of Beijing. Zhong Shanyue walked steadily but slightly tiredly, slowly returning to the courtyard in Beihai.

This courtyard with green tiles and gray walls looked particularly simple and elegant under the moonlight. As soon as he entered the yard, Zhong Shanyue saw Zhong Yuemin sitting quietly on a chair in the main hall, as if thinking about something.

Zhong Shanyue raised his head slightly, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and then instructed Zhong Yuemin who was sitting there, "Go get me some of your good wine. I want to drink some today."

Before Zhong Yuemin could reply, Xiao Shihua, who was standing beside him, jumped up like a lively little deer. Her bright eyes sparkled with excitement, and her clear voice echoed in the yard. "Grandpa, I know where Dad's good wine is. I'll get it for you." As she said that, she ran towards the place where the wine was stored like a gust of wind.

Little Haichen was not to be outdone. "Grandpa, I'll go too." After saying that, he followed closely behind Xiao Shihua. His small figure looked particularly cute.

Zhong Shanyue looked at the two children rushing to the front and smiled even more brightly. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, okay, Grandpa will wait."

Zhong Yuemin shouted worriedly, "Can you two do this? Don't break it."

After hearing what Zhong Yuemin said, Zhong Shanyue said with some dissatisfaction: "What if it's broken? Look at how stingy you are."

Zhong Yuemin looked at his old man and felt quite depressed.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaobai came out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "Dad, what's wrong with you today? You look so happy."

Zhong Shanyue smiled, and that smile seemed to hide many secrets. "I'll tell you later."

Zhong Yuemin whispered to Zhou Xiaobai, "This old man is still playing mysterious. I wonder what he is up to?" He frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Zhou Xiaobai rolled his eyes at him in annoyance. "Don't worry about it. You'll know soon."

Not long after, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen came back casually carrying two bottles of wine.

When Zhong Yuemin saw this, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, and secretly sighed in his heart: These two little guys are really wasteful! These two bottles of wine have special meanings, how can they be taken out so easily?

Zhong Yuemin's expression was seen by Zhong Shanyue. Zhong Shanyue frowned slightly and said with a bit of displeasure, "What's with that expression on your face? Are you not happy that your father drank some of your wine?"

"Dad, look at what you said. Didn't I say anything? You really have a rich imagination." Zhong Yuemin hurriedly explained with a helpless smile on his face, trying to diffuse the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Come on, forget it. As soon as you move your eyelids, I know what you are thinking." Zhong Shanyue did not seem to intend to let Zhong Yuemin go easily. His eyes revealed a sharp insight into everything.

Zhong Shanyue quickly took the two bottles of wine from Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen. His movements were very gentle, as if the two bottles of wine were extremely precious treasures. After taking the wine, he looked at the two little guys with concern and asked, "Shihua, Haichen, are you two tired?"

"Grandpa, this wine doesn't sink." Xiao Shihua raised her head, with an innocent light shining in her eyes.

"Grandpa, I'm so strong." Little Haichen also said, and his little chest puffed up proudly, looking very cute.

Zhou Xiaobai and Chen Yijun walked out side by side from the kitchen filled with the aroma of food, each holding a plate of delicious food in their hands, with warm smiles on their faces.

Zhou Xiaobai wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Okay, let's eat."

Little Shihua and little Haichen moved upon hearing the voice, and Chen Yijun reminded them, "Shihua, Haichen, go wash your hands. You are not allowed to eat without washing your hands, okay?" The two little guys nodded rapidly and hurried to wash their hands.

After Zhong Shanyue sat down, he looked at Zhong Yuemin. "Yuemin, come and have a drink with me." There was a rare sense of ease and joy in his voice.

Zhong Yuemin asked with some confusion, "Dad, what happened? Why do you look so happy?" He really couldn't think of any happy event that could make his always serious father so happy.

Zhou Xiaobai also came over curiously. "Yes, Dad, what's the matter that makes you so happy? I've never seen you like this before."

Zhong Shanyue smiled slightly and took a sip of the wine in his hand. It was a mellow and sweet wine that could only be tasted after years of precipitation. "Yuemin, do you know? The Japanese yen has appreciated."

Zhong Yuemin was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to react, and asked subconsciously, "Dad, you've been so happy for so long, but it's just this. Isn't appreciation a very normal thing? I told you a long time ago!"

Zhong Shanyue glanced at him with dissatisfaction. "Do you know how much it has appreciated? How much has our country... ahem, ahem, earned?" As he spoke, he almost said something he shouldn't have said because of excitement.

"I don't know!" Zhong Yuemin was telling the truth. He really had never cared about the exchange rate.

Zhong Shanyue sighed. "I guess you don't know either. Let me tell you, when we first exchanged, it was 1 dollar to 225 yen, and now it's 1 dollar to 150 yen. I made 50% of it! Let's not talk about other assets, just the exchange rate alone, we made a lot of money. This is not just a change in numbers, but also a reflection of the country's growing economic strength. It means that our products will be more competitive in the international market and our people will live a richer life."

Zhong Shanyue spoke with a serious face, while his right index finger kept moving on the wooden table, as if he was drawing a complex picture so that Zhong Yuemin could understand the intricate relationship of interests more clearly.

However, Zhong Yuemin continued to act as he pleased, still cynical and carefree. At this critical moment, he even managed to make a witty remark to tease Zhong Shanyue with a smile on his face.

Zhong Yuemin's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sly smile, and he said cheerfully, "Dad, I'm not saying anything bad to you. You have to calm down and don't get so excited. What's this? You went to the battlefield majestically and fought the Japanese with real guns and swords. You were a hero who killed countless enemies! I don't know how many people admire you so much that they can't wait to give you a big thumbs up! But why have you become so petty now?"

After hearing this, Zhong Shanyue was so angry that his beard was almost standing up. He could no longer suppress his anger and suddenly raised his hand, seemingly lightly slapping Zhong Yuemin on the head. Although the force of this slap was not strong, the anger was transmitted to Zhong Yuemin through his palm without reservation.

"You little brat, how dare you talk to me so brazenly! Don't you know how much money we made this time? That's close to 10 billion! And it's a huge fortune calculated in US dollars! Do you know how much our country's foreign exchange reserves are in total? How dare you talk nonsense here!" Zhong Shanyue roared angrily, and at the same time raised his hand to slap Zhong Yuemin again, but he dodged it.

Zhong Yuemin still had a playful smile on his face, muttering, "Hey, Dad, don't be angry, you are just telling me these things, I was just listening, I didn't say anything excessive, why are you so angry? Besides, you can tell me the details so that I can learn more, right? In the end, why did you start to fight while you were talking?"

Hearing this, Zhong Shanyue glared at him fiercely and snorted coldly. "Hmph! What other reason do I need to beat my son?" After saying this, he crossed his arms across his chest, posing as if he was majestic and inviolable.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin could only shrug helplessly and muttered softly, "Okay, okay, okay, I'm wrong, okay? You are right, it's my fault for being so rude. I deserve to be punished."

At this time, Xiao Shihua and Xiao Haichen, who had witnessed the whole process, could no longer hold back and laughed while holding their stomachs. Because the father they saw on weekdays was always majestic, and the scene of him being humiliated and scolded like today was really rare, which really made the two children feel fresh and interesting, and even opened their eyes.

Xiao Shihua took Xiao Haichen's hand and whispered, "Look, little brother, there are times when Daddy gets scolded by Grandpa too!"

Little Haichen looked at Zhong Yuemin with admiration. Although he didn't understand why his father and grandfather were arguing, he felt that his father was still so cool and had so much personality in front of his grandfather.

Finally, Zhong Shanyue raised his head slightly, revealing a thoughtful look in his eyes, and slowly sighed. "No wonder foreigners are talking about making money in the financial industry. Look at those people who are calling the shots in the financial field, such as the big short sellers, who rely on their keen sense of the market and bold operations to find the right opportunity in the ever-changing market and make a fortune.

There is also the Wolf of Wall Street, which is performing thrilling wealth legends on the financial stage. Especially in special periods such as the financial crisis, people seem to be able to see more clearly those Madoffs hiding in the dark, who seem to have magical powers and quietly distribute huge wealth.

They skillfully use various financial means to make a small investment for a big gain, as if they can use a small lever to pry open the entire earth of wealth. They also use money to make money, making the seemingly limited funds grow bigger and bigger like a snowball. That money really flows into their pockets like water. "

After hearing Zhong Shanyue's words, Zhong Yuemin put away his usual carefree and cynical look, and his eyes became more concerned and serious. "Dad, does this matter have any impact on you?"

When Zhong Shanyue heard Zhong Yuemin's question, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smug look, and he gave Zhong Yuemin an expression that could be understood but not expressed in words. "What do you think?"

Zhou Xiaobai was an official in Beijing, so he knew some inside information. "Yuemin, you don't know yet, do you? Our father is now a leader in reform! After this incident, the voices that opposed reform before have obviously become much smaller. Many people have begun to recognize our father's ideas and practices. Many people have begun to realize that only by following the trend of the times and actively reforming and opening up can we seize opportunities and make the country stronger."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin started his usual teasing style again. "Dad, you are not going to become a god with just one battle, are you?"

After hearing this, Zhong Shanyue pretended to be angry and glared at Zhong Yuemin. "How can you talk like that? Can't you be more low-key?"

However, Zhong Shanyue's eyes revealed a subtle pride. He knew that his efforts and persistence not only won him respect, but also brought hope to the country and the nation.

Zhong Shanyue frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of urgency. He looked at Zhong Yuemin again, with a tentative tone in his voice. "Yuemin, given the current situation, can we still increase our investment? You know, this is not a trivial matter. We have to consider it carefully."

After hearing what Zhong Shanyue said, Zhong Yuemin's mouth corners slowly rose, revealing his signature smile. He shook his head slightly, as if he was sighing. "Dad, you know, the current situation is very different from what it was before. At the beginning, I always advised you to invest more money, so that the subsequent development will definitely be better. But you just don't listen, and you always have various concerns."

Zhong Yuemin paused, and was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted impatiently by Zhong Shanyue. "Stop talking nonsense! Just tell me directly, can we increase the investment now? Yes or no?"

Zhong Yuemin looked at his father's slightly impatient expression and smiled. "Sure, why not? Don't worry, Dad. Although the current market situation may be a bit complicated, judging from the current data and trends, increasing investment will definitely make money. Of course, how much you can earn depends on many factors, but there is one thing I can assure you, you will definitely not lose money."

Zhong Shanyue's expression relaxed a little and he nodded. "Just hearing your words is enough. I'll do as you say."

The early morning sunlight is like a golden veil, gently passing through the gaps between the leaves and sprinkling in patches on the quiet campus.

Those spots of light seemed like patterns carefully drawn by nature, adding a bit of warmth and kindness to this seemingly ordinary day.

Zhong Yuemin strolled leisurely on the paths of the campus, enjoying this rare tranquility.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind. "Yuemin!"

Zhong Yuemin's eyes involuntarily fell on Liu Yansong's collar, which was spotless and white as snow, without a wrinkle or stain. "Hey, you've been living a pretty good life lately! Look at your collar, it's so clean that it can even reflect light!"

As the saying goes, if you want to know whether a man's wife is virtuous, you can tell at a glance by looking at his collar. Men who are not married are always careless and perfunctory when washing their own clothes. They often just rub the collar a few times and think it is done, which is difficult to clean thoroughly. Over time, the originally white collar will gradually turn yellow, and even form a striking horizontal stain line.

However, Liu Yansong today is completely different. Not only is his collar clean and tidy, but even the pair of leather shoes on his feet have changed from their previous dull appearance to become shiny.