Chapter 389: Filthy Rich, Aiming to Be the Richest

When hearing Lin Dongfan say he wanted Zheng Sanshui to spit out everything he had eaten.

Xiao Yu let out a puffed laugh.

She thought, Fan Ge also liked to brag, just like Zheng Sanshui, that wealthy and powerful hooligan—he's a Pixiu, so how could anything he swallowed be spat out again?

However, she didn't argue with Lin Dongfan about right and wrong.

She just took it as amusement, continued to massage Lin Dongfan's shoulders, obediently being a loyal audience; whenever Lin Dongfan asked her something, she answered accordingly.

They chatted idly until past ten at night, then returned to the cabin to sleep.

Around six in the morning.

Personal finance director Yu Youwei, together with personal bodyguards Lao Ba and the Liu brothers, Liu Wei and Liu Wu, arrived at Haishan Shi at the same time, heading straight to the old dock to meet Lin Dongfan.

Several people stood by the sea, watching the red sun slowly rising on the water.

They all felt a sense of awe at having their horizons broadened.

That red sun looked huge, its glow turning the sparkling sea surface red; such a spectacular sunrise cannot be seen inland.

Until they saw Lin Dongfan disembark from a dilapidated boat, and several people were shocked, their pupils constricting.

They felt the scene was terrifying!

A vice-ministerial-level big shot, a princeling from the Jing circle, actually stayed on that dilapidated boat last night? It's as if he doesn't care about his own life! What if the boat leaks and sinks?

Lao Ba, who earns several million a year, narrowed his eyes and proposed: "Brothers, want to make a bet? I bet there's a charming little sprite on that dilapidated boat."

"No bet."

The Liu brothers, Liu Wei and Liu Wu, shook their heads in unison.

The brothers had followed Fan Ge for many years, knowing his temperament like the back of their hands; Fan Ge has three dislikes: he dislikes keeping a low profile and loves showing off, dislikes hoarding wealth and loves giving it away, dislikes the realm and loves beauties.

In ancient times, this would be called a spoiled rich kid, a prodigal, a degenerate.

But the brothers also had to admit that Fan Ge is somewhat different from those ancient degenerates; he hates evil as an enemy and can resonate with the hardships of the lower-class common folk.

Liu Wei turned to ask Yu Youwei: "Manager of money, just how much property does Fan Ge actually have?"

"Call me Director Yu!"

Yu Youwei is no longer the former insecure, timid country bumpkin; she is now an upright finance director, with sensuality and faith.

Her faith is her boss—Lin Dongfan.

She ignored Liu Wei's question, walked straight to the seaside, devoutly greeting her faith: "Fan Ge, why do you live in a place like this?"

The sunrise far out at sea is indeed beautiful and spectacular.

But the old dock right before them feels dirty, chaotic, and poor; the environment is somewhat harsh, with various fishing boats haphazardly moored along the pier, and even the air reeks of salted fish.

"If fishermen can live in such a place, why can't I? It makes no sense."

Lin Dongfan retorted as soon as he spoke, his style being straightforward and unpretentious.

Yu Youwei smiled helplessly, thinking her awareness was still insufficient; having just enjoyed a few good days, she got carried away, forgetting she too once was a small figure living under an overpass.

At that moment, Lao Ba and the others also came over, greeting Fan Ge one by one.

Lin Dongfan looked around, then asked Yu Youwei: "Didn't I tell you to buy a Rolls-Royce? Where's my luxury car?"

"It's already ordered; we have to wait half a year for delivery," Yu Youwei said.

Lin Dongfan frowned with a sigh: "This is the trouble of the rich—you can't even get a cheap car in stock. Speaking of which, how much money do I have now? Give me a figure."

Lin Dongfan truly had no idea of the amount of his own wealth.

Yu Youwei listed the details: "If we count held stocks, funds, options futures, and Bitcoin, total assets have exceeded ten billion, but usable liquid funds are only three billion."

Lin Dongfan praised: "Well done; let's aim to surge to five hundred billion by 2015."

"Surge to five hundred billion by 2015?"

That frightening figure made Yu Youwei suddenly feel immense pressure.

She laughed embarrassedly: "Fan Ge, it took us four years to accumulate wealth of ten billion. Now there's only one and a half years left until 2015; in such a short time, surging to five hundred billion seems difficult."

"Not difficult."

Lin Dongfan lit a cigarette.

Full of confidence, he reminded Yu Youwei: "Starting next July, we'll heavily build positions, go all-in. The Shanghai Composite Index will start at two thousand points and rise to over five thousand points within a year. As long as we catch that bullish wave and precisely escape the top, I will become the domestic richest person."

Yu Youwei: "……???"

"Is a bull market coming? Can the index rise from two thousand to over five thousand points? This sci-fi-like forecast makes Youwei wonder if Fan Ge's brain has been kicked by a donkey."

"This prediction is too crazy."

"Even a bigwig from the CSRC wouldn't dare say the Shanghai Composite could hit five thousand points. What does five thousand mean? It's a market only a frenzied bull could produce."

"If such a bull market truly existed."

"By then, not only could assets exceed five hundred billion, but even one trillion might be possible! As long as leverage is used effectively, anything is possible."

Yu Youwei asked incredulously: "Fan Ge, are you sure you can kick off the frenzied bull market next year?"

"Shhh~~~"

Lin Dongfan made a hushing gesture.

He then said: "When the time comes, just follow my commands. Now, your task is to hurry up and get me a Rolls-Royce. Once you're a conglomerate, you need the stature of a conglomerate."

"Understood, I'll first fetch a nearly new used car; there are ready-used ones available," Yu Youwei said.

Lin Dongfan also ordered: "Also, go to the shipyard to order a large deep-sea fishing vessel. You don't need to worry about the price; the main thing is technological content, which must be top-notch. One ship is a small marine mobile factory, integrating fishing, on-board processing, etc."

"……???"

Yu Youwei, her head full of question marks, turned to look at the dilapidated fishing boat by the sea, wondering if there really was a charming little sprite on board, prompting Fan Ge to spend so lavishly.

"What are you looking at?"

Lin Dongfan snapped his fingers in front of Yu Youwei.

The absent-minded Yu Youwei snapped back to: "No…… nothing……"

Don't overthink it—a little girl gave me a "good guy" card, so I have to see it through to the end. Mazu won't bless them, so I will. Lin Dongfan said.

Don't think nonsense, a little girl gave me a good-person card, I have to be a good person to the end. If Mazu doesn't bless them, I will bless them. Lin Dongfan said.

Hearing this, Yu Youwei, Old Eight, and the others exchanged knowing smiles.

Upon hearing that, Yu Youwei, Lao Ba, and the others all exchanged knowing smiles.

He thought, sure enough, no wind, no waves; where there are waves, there's always a girl.

He thought, sure enough, no wind no waves; where there are waves, there must be a little girl.

Yu Youwei stopped wasting words, turned and left the fishing village, heading first to a local car dealer to try to snag a Rolls-Royce for Fan-ge to show off.

Yu Youwei stopped talking, turned and left the fishing village, first went to find a local car dealer, trying to get a Rolls-Royce for Fan-ge to show off.

Lin Dongfan, accompanied by Old Eight and the Liu brothers, Liu Wei and Liu Wu, boarded the boat to learn about the hardships of the small fishing family.

Lin Dongfan brought Lao Ba and the two brothers Liu Wei and Liu Wu, boarded the boat to sense the bitter history of the small fishing household.

He also sampled the local raw fish porridge.

By the way, he sampled the local raw fish congee.

Soon after, Zheng Sanshui, having heard the news, led a gang to the old dock.

Not long after, Zheng Sanshui, having gotten the news, brought a gang and rushed to the old dock.

He'd searched all night yesterday without finding Lin Dongfan, leaving Zheng Sanshui seething. Today he showed up with over twenty men, each gripping a stainless steel pipe.

Last night he searched all night but couldn't find Lin Dongfan; Zheng Sanshui was fuming. Today he brought over twenty people, each holding a stainless steel pipe.

"What are you trying to do? You're not getting on my boat!"

"What are you trying to do? No one is allowed aboard my ship!"

Seeing Zheng Sanshui and his men boarding, Fu Bo's face drained of color; he rushed to stop them, only to be kicked in the gut by Scarface Qiang and sent sprawling onto the sand.

Seeing Zheng Sanshui bring people aboard, Fu Bo's face turned pale with shock; he hurried forward to intercept, but was kicked down by Balian Qiang onto the beach.

Having taken a beating yesterday, they're now taking out their aggression on Fu Bo.

Yesterday he suffered a loss, today he took out his viciousness on Fu Bo.

Scarface Qiang stepped on Fu Bo's head and snarled, "Damn your mother! How dare you oppose Shui Ge? Once I finish with that outsider, you'll see what I do to you!"

Balian Qiang stepped forward, pressing his foot on Fu Bo's head, and fiercely warned Fu Bo: "Damn your mother! How dare you oppose Brother Shu! Once I finish dealing with that outsider, see how I deal with you!"

Zheng Sanshui ignored Fu Bo, who lay underfoot.

Zheng Sanshui ignored Fu Bo, who was being stepped on the ground.

He swept his arm and shouted, "Get him! Throw that outsider into the sea to feed the fish!!!" His twenty-odd worthless lackeys swarmed onto Fu Bo's family fishing boat like a horde.

He waved his hand: "Up! Throw that outsider into the sea to feed the fish!!!" His twenty-odd good-for-nothing lackeys swarmed onto Fu Bo's family fishing boat like a swarm.