Force me to be reborn, right?

Cheng Zhu's heart melted at his sister's simple words.

Damn, my sister is so fucking cute!

Now, with Cheng Zhu's mentality and rank, ordinary women couldn't move his heartstrings at all.

But with Xiao Youzi's milky voice, he would do whatever she asked him to do now.

Go to the top, go straight to the fucking head!

How can I earn a fucking castle for Her Royal Highness?

To make money, you must work harder to make money in this life!

Cheng Yi drank mung bean soup and fell into memories.

"Thinking about it carefully, I still feel sorry for Little Youzi." Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

In his memory, his sister Cheng You was a very lively and quirky little girl when she was a child.

But after entering junior high school, people began to become more and more reserved and introverted.

Cheng Zhu later found out by chance that several female classmates had bad taste in her mouth when she was in junior high school. They called her coquettish in secret and overtly because she had grown too early and the loose school uniforms couldn't cover her.

This made Little Yuzi start to hunch over her breasts. Over time, her whole demeanor became irreversible and she became less and less confident.

For girls, the overall appearance and temperament are really important.

The same face, with different demeanor and temperament, will undergo earth-shaking changes.

These things were told to him by Xiaoyouzi's later best friend, which made Cheng Zhu so angry that he wanted to tear those girls' bad mouths apart.

That girl loved chatting with Cheng Zhu and felt that her best friend's brother was completely different from the boys in school.

Later, Cheng Zhu always asked his sister to take Pilates classes that cost several hundred yuan a class, and hired specialized people to correct her posture, but it was difficult to change her personality.

"We should pay more attention to this issue in the future." He thought to himself.

After thinking about this, he got up and went to the kitchen of the hotel.

"Here?" Dad Cheng Dong took a look at his son and said in a neutral tone.

The Cheng family is famous for favoring girls over boys. Cheng Donglai is very passionate about his daughter and is a complete slave to his daughter. He always treats his son as a free rein and doesn't cause trouble outside.

"Dad, is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

Comrade Lao Cheng looked at him with a slightly surprised look as he stir-fried chili and meat, and only said a few words: "Go out and blow on the air conditioner."

Cheng Zhu didn't insist and left the kitchen obediently.

Lao Cheng looked at his son's back and muttered: "It's really weird. This lazy guy actually offered to help?"

After Cheng Zhu returned to the dining table and sat down, he began to make plans again in his mind.

"If I remember correctly, my second uncle will come to defraud money this year and our family will be completely depleted. The next few years will be very hard for Lao Cheng."

"His health hasn't been very good since then. It's probably because he's been too tired over the years."

This world is like this for the poor. Anything that can be solved with money has to be solved with health, life, time, dignity... which are more precious than money.

People, many people trade health for money when they are healthy, and trade money for health when they are sick.

Fortunately, Cheng Zhu's career was going smoothly, and he was particularly concerned about his parents' health. Later, Cheng Zhu's health got better and better year by year, and his mother Xu Yun also lived younger and younger.

He has good career luck and is lucky enough to make money at the same rate as his parents are getting older.

Some people are not so lucky when their children want to support them but they don't care about them.

"But since they are reborn, we should do whatever it takes to make their lives more comfortable." Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

To make money, you have to make money as quickly as possible!

Thinking of this, he immediately picked up his phone and opened WeChat. In order to get the first pot of gold, he needs to contact someone now.

This person's name is Jiang Wanzhou, and he is Cheng Zhu's other childhood friend besides Wang Ping'an.

The two were in the same class in elementary school, the same class in junior high school, and the same school in high school. It can be said that they grew up together.

The two words "wanzhou" are taken from "the fishing boat sings late, and the sound is on the poor Pengli shore."

Well, it's the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" that everyone memorized when they were students.

When Cheng Zhu was studying, he found it painful to memorize, but after leaving campus, as he grew older, he understood that these things in the Chinese language books were actually all bright pearls.

He first looked through the chat history with Jiang Wanzhou, reviewed the recent chat content, and put it into the current situation.

Soon, his eyes focused on a piece of information. Jiang Wanzhou told him that his cousin had opened a new bar and he invited Cheng Zhu to sit there with him.

When many people are studying, there seems to be a "sissy" in the class, and there are also classmates who are extremely rich. But in Cheng Zhu's youth, the two became one, Jiang Wanzhou.

He looks like a man and a woman, his voice is soft, and his movements are more feminine. He has a gay vibe from the inside out, like a scheming Zero.

If Cheng Zhu gets so hot that his face sweats crazily, he will just wipe it with his hands.

Jiang Wanzhou picked up her two little hands and fanned her face, looking particularly delicate.

But a guy like him, who is suspected of being gay, actually wants to become a domineering president. Can you believe it?

"How can there be a domineering CEO walking around wearing a black coat?" Cheng Zhu complained in his mind.

But I have to say that Jiang Wanzhou is really fucking rich.

When I was studying, there were rumors that his family had a street of shops.

Cheng Zhu didn't believe it at the time, because he saw that Jiang Wanzhou never spent money lavishly, never wasted food, and never saw him showing off his wealth.

When he told Jiang Wanzhou this gossip, he immediately waved his hand and denied it: "How is it possible! How can it be such an exaggeration!"

"I'll just say it!" Cheng Zhu laughed.

Later he found out that Jiang Wanzhou's house did have a street of shops, and the reason why he denied it was because the row of shops opposite did not belong to him. In his mind, the shops on both sides of the street were all his. Yes, it can be regarded as a street of shops.

Like this, it can only be considered half a line at best.

From then on, Cheng Zhu started to call him Mr. Jiang, but he still called him Brother Cheng Zhu Zhu, and everyone had their own opinions.

Speaking of which, with such a super rich second generation growing up, Cheng Zhu's entrepreneurial journey should be easier.

But actually it's not.

It seems that he and Jiang Wanzhou have no destiny to work together.

But if you work separately, everything will go smoothly.

It can be said that "if they are divided, they are awesome, but if they are combined, they are shit."

Cheng Zhu later felt: "His yin energy is too strong, and 80% of it will defeat me."

At this moment, he typed directly: "Didn't you say last time that you wanted to invite me to your cousin's [Jiuyin] for a drink? How about tonight."

Look, you take the initiative to ask someone to treat you, and you have to choose your own time.

"Who are you talking to? My name is Mr. Jiang." Mr. Jiang sounded dissatisfied, but the message was replied instantly.

"Mr. Jiang! A treat!" Cheng Zhu sent a message and said.

He could understand Jiang Wanzhou's overwhelming resentment, because he had just looked through the chat history and found that Jiang Wanzhou had frequently asked him to play during the summer vacation. However, Cheng Zhu originally focused on sex but ignored friends, valued his second brother over his younger brother, and only cared about She wanted to fall in love and ignored him for a long time.