Chapter 558: My Wings Have Grown Hard

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When Li Kaijian returned to the hospital, Li Ye had already left, and Li Xia Yue was asleep hugging her quilt.

The person now sleeping on the extra bed had been replaced by Yang Yang Yujiao and Yang Yang Yumin.

Seeing his father-in-law arrive on a motorcycle from five hundred kilometers away, Yang Yang Yumin naturally dared not slack off, carefully attending to Li Kaijian and tightly suppressing the words stuck in his throat.

As for Li Kaijian's belt, it could only silently scream, "Starving and desperate."

Only the next morning, while Li Kaijian slept drowsily on the extra bed, did Li Ye shake him awake.

"Dad, wake up, it's time for breakfast."

"Huh? Breakfast?"

Li Kaijian blinked, instantly sitting up from the extra bed, instinctively ready to explode.

Even by now, Li Kaijian might not actually whip his son, but scolding Li Ye was certain.

"Don't hit my brother!"

A petite figure darted in front of Li Ye, spreading her legs and arms like a mother hen blocking Li Kaijian's furious face.

Li Kaijian looked at Fu Fu Yiruo before him, and the anger he'd held back all night vanished instantly.

This girl was his own daughter.

But before Li Kaijian could show genuine emotion, his other daughter, Li Ying, hurried over from behind Li Ye and asked timidly: "Dad, are you going to hit my brother?"

Only then did Li Kaijian notice Han Han Chunmei and Li Ying had arrived at the ward, staring at him in surprise.

Li Kaijian fully woke up and said: "No, no, how could I hit your brother? When did you and your mother get here?"

Li Ying smiled: "We just got off the train—our brother came to pick us up. Auntie and Little Aunt are here too; they're having breakfast outside with Little Uncle and will be back soon."

"Oh."

Li Kaijian nodded, then glared at Li Ye: "Why aren't you in class? What work do you have here? Go to class first—I'll come to Zaojunmiao tonight to talk to you."

His tone practically screamed: "Don't rush—I'll deal with you tonight."

But Li Ye glanced at Han Han Chunmei, then smiled: "Pei Pei Wencong and a few friends from Hong Kong are coming to visit my sister, so I need to receive them here."

Li Kaijian: "..."

What the hell are you trying to say with that? Thinking your wings are grown enough that you're untouchable now?

Or is it because Han Han Chunmei's here, so I should swallow my anger and not cause trouble?

Seeing Li Kaijian flustered, Li Xia Yue quickly stepped in to ease the tension, smiling at Li Ying: "Xiao Ying, did coming to Beijing mess up your classes?"

Li Ying laughed: "No problem, no problem—missing a few days of school doesn't matter. Besides, the whole family's here; I couldn't just stay home alone, hehehehe."

Little sister Li Ying had always hated school, and now she had a perfectly legitimate excuse to play around in big Beijing.

But right now, as she answered Li Xia Yue's question, Li Ying squinted at Fu Fu Yiruo.

Why does this foreign student named "Fu Yiruo" call my brother "Brother"?

Pei Pei Wencong arrived right after the two aunts, along with Luo Luo Runbo and Fan Fan Xiuling.

As Li Ye's personal fashion designer, Fan Fan Xiuling finally, after three years, got the chance to come to Beijing and deepen her ties with Li Ye.

She took it seriously, bringing Li Xia Yue many maternal and infant supplies, plus a full set of gold children's jewelry and countless toys for "Xiao Dun."

These "thoughtful gifts" won Li Xia Yue's heart, though when Li Ye, Pei Pei Wencong, Luo Luo Runbo, and Fu Fu Guiru shut the door for their meeting, she still had no right to sit in.

"Mr. Li, over the past two months, the yen has appreciated by 21 percent—almost exactly as you predicted, so we've made no errors."

"But for safety, we followed your instructions and avoided high-leverage positions, so our profit should range between five and seven billion."

"Also, the properties we purchased have appreciated somewhat. We'd like to hear your opinion: should we withdraw part of the profit, or keep pushing deeper?"

Luo Luo Runbo reported the "results" while constantly licking his lips, like a glutton who'd gorged himself and now saw endless food around him, unsure whether to digest first or keep feasting.

"I believe the yen will continue to appreciate."

Li Ye tossed the financial report onto the table and said casually: "Until Japan's domestic economy collapses, the yen will keep appreciating—another doubling is possible. Just not as fast as these past two months."

Also, you don't need me to explain the downsides of sovereign currency appreciation: export trade shrinks, stock and real estate bubbles inflate—seize the opportunity, take control yourselves.

Before the Plaza Accord in September 1985, the yen-dollar rate was around 1:250; within a year, the yen surged about 33 percent.

From 1987 to 1995, the yen remained in an appreciating trend, reaching a record high of 1:79 in April 1995.

"Mr. Li, this is what we don't understand."

After hearing Li Ye, Pei Pei Wencong asked puzzled: "After the yen started appreciating, nearly all international speculators expected Japan's stock market to surge—but two months have passed and the market seems utterly calm."

Li Ye said softly: "Don't rush. Let the wind blow first—then the big waves will come."

Indeed, Japan's stock market didn't react immediately after the Plaza Accord; only four months later did a storm suddenly erupt, sending prices soaring over threefold.

So the opportunity is there—whether you get it depends on your luck.

Pei Pei Wencong immediately said: "Understood, Mr. Li. We'll proceed as planned."

In truth, even if Pei Pei Wencong hadn't asked Li Ye, he'd still have followed Li Ye's orders to position himself in Japan's stock market—Li Ye had always "predicted" the optimal profit windows, making Pei Pei Wencong and Luo Luo Runbo dare not disobey.

But if you never ask, never inquire, just bury your head in work, how can you show your boss's brilliance?

Even though Pei Pei Wencong was now a billionaire, that didn't stop him from kissing ass.

At this small meeting, only Fu Fu Guiru didn't ask unnecessary questions—she barely spoke at all, strictly fulfilling her supervisory role.

Only after the meeting ended did Li Ye ask Fu Fu Guiru: "Mom, last night..."

Fu Fu Guiru replied coldly: "Kids shouldn't ask things they shouldn't."

"Oh."

The richest young man in Asia obediently fell silent, helplessly accepting the merciless suppression of bloodline.

(End of Chapter)