Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Chen Pingsheng decided to cook by himself.

The spoiled brat could offer some help; when she was young and alone at home with nobody to care for her, she was capable of boiling noodles for herself.

It didn't matter if the taste was good or not; the important thing was to fill her stomach and not cause trouble for her parents.

In fact, besides poor grades, she doesn't really have any other shortcomings now.

The spoiled brat helped him pick the green beans, while Chen Pingsheng was chopping the meat and the chili peppers.

Outside in the yard, He Xingfu had swiftly plucked a chicken clean and chopped it into pieces, with Chen Qi by her side helping out.

By the time Liu Fen and Peng Ying came back, the two middle-aged ladies had also bought three especially large Australian lobsters.

Luxury ingredients often require the simplest cooking methods.

Steamed.

Their procedure was robust and tiger-like, completely following the instructions from Baidu.

By the time the meal was ready, his wife Song Yanxi had also returned.

Accompanying her was Song Wu.

Song Wu was not like before; everyone in the entertainment circle knew she had a strong background, and she was also dubbed the Princess of the Beijing Circle by the outside world.

The Beijing Circle naturally referred to Tengying in Capital City, and she was the only openly acknowledged relationship stakeholder of Tengying now.

This circle only refers to the entertainment industry.

Tengying is now second only to several long-established film conglomerates like Huayi.

In the drama circle, it is far ahead.

"Brother-in-law."

"Good that you all are back."

September heralded the start of the school year, and the spoiled brat was finally going to start school.

Aside from her being unhappy about it, everyone else was pleased.

And then there was the Little Fart Kid, with his sparse hair looking pitifully thin.

Sitting in the dining cart, he ate rice with his hands.

Chen Qi served him some dishes: "Brother, my sister-in-law Happiness and the others want to stay in Capital City to earn money, what do you think suits her best work-wise?"

How would I know what suits her?

But Chen Pingsheng still suggested that she try Tengsheng Fresh Food, where it would probably suit the couple.

The brother-in-law turned out to be more approachable than expected; Hu Lin was very pleased.

These kind of wealthy people, they had never encountered before.

They were quite nervous before coming, but turned out he didn't put on any airs at all.

"Thanks, bro, let me toast to you."

"Forget it, I dare not drink the toasts you offer."

Chen Pingsheng told her, "You're about to get married; it's time to settle down and start working properly at Water Cloud Space."

Thinking about it, his little sister, aside from some romantic troubles, had never really given him any worries.

Turning his head, he realized she had been in Capital City for more than three years already, seemingly about to get married in a blink of an eye; time really does fly.

"Dad, I want to toast to you too."

"What are you toasting for, you little monkey?"

Chen An'an held up a glass of orange juice as her stand-in for wine and said with a wobbly head, "I'll be in third grade soon, and you can rest assured I'll definitely rank within the top thirty in my class this year."

She vowed eagerly, patting her chubby hands together.

Chen Pingsheng gave her a piece of chicken rump: "If your dad didn't know that each class in your international school has no more than 25 students, he would almost be raising his glass to celebrate with you."

No more than twenty-five students per class, and she swears to rank within the top thirty?

Giving her the chicken rump was an overestimation.

Chen An'an was dumbfounded. Were there really so few students in her class?

Could they all possibly be better than her in grades?

Everyone pays high tuition fees; they couldn't all be scholarly geniuses.

There has to be a few who lack talent in studying, just like her.

Thinking this, Chen An'an amused herself with her own thoughts.

Chen Pingsheng ignored her. If he had any expectations for her grades, he wouldn't have bought up all the business fronts of Tenghui Department Store.

The Little Fart Kid would only be able to attend kindergarten at age three, which was still over a year away; no rush there.

As for his little sister's sudden wedding plans, it involved two families.

Plenty of relatives from their hometown would come over for that.

It was understandable for Hu Lin's brother and sister-in-law to come to Capital City.

Chen Pingsheng didn't concern himself too much; what they could achieve at Tengsheng Fresh Food was entirely up to them.

Liu Fen also asked him quietly, "Pingsheng, when do you think it would be best to sell the Vanke Shares?"

Chen Pingsheng was a bit surprised; why was she asking about this now when the battle for Vanke's share control was still ongoing?
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Baoneng had already pumped tens of billions, crazily absorbing shares through several insurance companies.

Hengda had also joined in the fray, easily throwing tens or hundreds of billions around.

With so many big players fighting a bloody battle above, they wouldn't give up until a final victor emerged.

However, even so, he still planned to sell his Vanke shares in September.

Purchased in May, to be sold in late September.

Given the current situation, it should result in a profit of around two billion, totaling 3.5 billion including the capital.

Next month, when Bobo Milk Tea goes public, he would definitely use this money to prop up his own family's stock price.

Apart from that, money earned on the stock market couldn't activate the random amplification of the Golden Finger Grandpa.

However, the 9% stake in Bobo Milk Tea could.

Comparing the two, it was definitely more worthwhile to use the money to bolster the share price of Bobo Milk Tea.

"There's no rush for this."

Chen Pingsheng said, "Just follow the news. Once Vanke's final controller is determined, that's the time to sell."

What these people are vying for is control over Vanke.

The one who gets that will be where the Vanke battle truly ends.

The current situation is like a peerless beauty inviting marriage proposals.

Three strong men are already bloodied up fighting over her, and as long as the beauty's final suitor is not decided—

The battle won't cease.

As long as they don't stop, those small investors down below naturally don't need to consider selling their shares.

In fact, many big investors have already stepped into the arena; he knew that Tong Zelan had invested over a billion.

The other classmates, even the least invested, were in the millions.

With so many tycoons supporting above, there's absolutely no need to hurry.