After breakfast, Li Xian and Wang Sipeng sat before the floor-to-ceiling windows, sipping hot coffee as they admired Hyde Park in the early morning and chatted idly.
Their conversation revolved around "eating, drinking, and having fun." For example, Principal Wang had changed girlfriends again and gone off somewhere to fool around; Brother Xian had added several more beauties to his harem and blown who knew how much money on them. In short, they were just bragging and bullshitting. They were birds of a feather—neither of them was exactly a good man.
There was no helping it. That was simply how these two young masters lived. Neither believed in marriage, so they played through life, left affection everywhere, and fucked around without a care.
Wasn't that infuriating?
They were both fine sons of Huaxia, so why was the gap between them so huge?
The answer was: you lacked either a good father or an awesome system daddy.
Sigh...
Reality was just that cruel!
Of course, the two of them were not merely shooting the breeze. Amid the bragging and bullshit, they also discussed some domestic investment projects and the state of the A-share market.
Since the second half of last year, the stock market had shown signs of recovery. By now, the main index had risen to 3,600 points—a full-on bull market in the making.
Whenever Wang Sipeng talked about the stock market, he could not help showing off in front of Brother Xian.
After all, he had poured a large sum of money into the market at the beginning of the year, and by now, he had made a killing.
There was a saying: "Riding high on the spring breeze, a horse's hooves fly swift." It described Principal Wang perfectly at that moment.
But little did he know, this tiny