Chapter 748

After receiving the notification from Fu Guiru, Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo rushed to the capital the next day; Luo Runbo even flew in from France.

Li Ye felt that the two of them had set off immediately after receiving the news; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so fast.

However, although they left in a hurry, the two of them didn't come empty-handed when they entered; they were both carrying two large bags filled with various baby supplies.

Luo Runbo smiled and said, "Mr. Li, this is a small gift my wife prepared for your wife. It's not much, but I hope you won't mind."

"I'm about to need them, the more the better. How could I mind? Old Luo, you're too polite!"

Li Ye smiled and thanked Luo Runbo, then teased Pei Wencong, "What about you, Old Pei? Who helped you prepare these maternity and baby supplies? Don't tell me you had to trouble your mother again?"

Pei Wencong, in his thirties, was currently the most sought-after bachelor in Hong Kong. He had already worried his mother sick, and she had called Li Ye several times to nag him, hoping he would help persuade Pei Wencong to hurry up and marry a wife to give her three or five little grandsons.

Logically, Li Ye shouldn't be meddling in these matters, but Pei Wenhui was about to graduate from university, and after graduation, they would be discussing her marriage to Li Dayong. If Pei Wencong, the older brother, wasn't married yet, would it delay Li Dayong's good news?

That was why Li Ye said those words.

However, Pei Wencong didn't blush or skip a beat as he said, "Mr. Li, although I prepared these things myself, I do have a girlfriend..."

Pei Wencong meant that he had a girlfriend, so these maternity and baby supplies were absolutely no problem.

But his close friend Luo Runbo chimed in strangely, "Yes, yes, yes, Ah Cong has a girlfriend, and more than one!"

"..."

Pei Wencong rolled his eyes at Luo Runbo and mocked him in Cantonese, "Yes! Ah Bo, are you envious?"

Luo Runbo was speechless. Before he married his wife, he had neither money nor looks, so of course, he couldn't taste the flavor of "having multiple girlfriends."

Although he was successful now, he had a family, so how could he be like Pei Wencong, recklessly creating scandals?

However, after Pei Wencong retorted to Luo Runbo, before he could even feel proud, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Because he hadn't noticed that just as he was showing off his "multiple girlfriends," Fu Guiru and Watching Wen Leyu happened to arrive at the entrance of the living room.

Fu Guiru asked with a smile, "Envious? Mr. Pei, what enviable thing are you telling Xiao Ye about?"

【I was telling your son about how a playboy has a great time...】

Isn't this asking for a scolding?

Which mother wants her son to be a philanderer? Especially with Watching Wen Leyu right there!

【I hope Li Ye's wife doesn't understand Cantonese.】

Pei Wencong no longer held any hope for Fu Guiru. Having worked together for the past two years, Pei Wencong knew exactly how formidable this shrewd businesswoman was.

Li Ye chuckled secretly and then smoothed things over, "They were all envious that I have both a son and a daughter!"

Fu Guiru said with a smile, "Is that so? I'm getting old, and my hearing isn't very good. I think I misheard just now."

Sigh, having a mother who can "hide a knife in a smile" is such a poignant thing.

Fu Guiru's smile faded, and she said indifferently, "I didn't cook today. You take Mr. Pei and Mr. Luo out to eat. Remember to come back tonight to discuss business."

Fine, she's not even serving food now. But your son didn't do anything, right? He didn't even have a mental affair, okay?

Li Ye hurriedly fled with Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo, and only after leaving the house did they shake off the faint pressure from Fu Guiru.

Pei Wencong glared at Luo Runbo, and Luo Runbo returned the favor, as if they were both saying, "It's all your fault."

Then Pei Wencong apologized to Li Ye, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li. If I caused a misunderstanding for Ms. Fu and your wife, I can apologize and explain..."

"No need," Li Ye smiled and said, "The systems we live in are different. They can understand."

In Hong Kong, where Pei Wencong lived, there were basically no moral constraints on things like "having multiple girlfriends," so Pei Wencong wasn't wrong.

As for not getting married when he was no longer young, that wasn't his fault either; he hadn't had enough fun yet, so why get married?

Ordinary people who are used to "the wife is always right" find it very hard to understand the feeling of being pampered by women without limit.

Watching Wen Leyu was already a woman with a very strong personality, but her pampering of Li Ye had already made Li Ye feel incredibly comfortable.

So just imagine, in the social environment of Hong Kong, what kind of amorous experiences a billionaire tycoon like Pei Wencong enjoyed?

Li Ye didn't take Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo far; he found a hole-in-the-wall restaurant near Mechanics Alley.

Although this restaurant was small, the flavor of their braised meat was quite good. When Li Ye was feeling lazy, he would often buy some to add a dish to the dinner table.

As soon as Li Ye entered, he said, "Shopkeeper, pick three fresh portions for us. I'm treating today."

The shopkeeper, who was busy working, said casually, "You can rest assured about that. There's nothing not fresh here. If you had come any later, I would have sold out."

Li Ye laughed, "Oh, then I must wish you booming business and rolling wealth."

The shopkeeper kept a straight face and said, "Small business, can't make a big fortune."

"..."

Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo looked at the shopkeeper, who didn't have a single smile, and were speechless. Are the business people in the capital all this arrogant?

Li Ye smiled and didn't waste any more words with the shopkeeper. He had already said "I'm treating," so even if there were leftover braised meat, the shopkeeper wouldn't serve it.

People in the capital care about face. It doesn't matter if you eat poorly yourself, but if you let your buddies eat something off-tasting when you're treating, that's going to create bad blood.

Of course, because the braised meat in this restaurant tasted good, there was basically no leftover meat. If they had opened in a busy downtown area, they might have sold out by noon.

Sure enough, when the braised meat was served, Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo ate it and immediately praised it endlessly, exclaiming how delicious it was.

Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo's out-of-town accents caught the shopkeeper's attention. When she learned they were foreign guests from Hong Kong, she hurriedly added a side dish and a rare smile appeared on her face.

"Try the flavor of our capital, on the house."

"..."

Pei Wencong stood up to thank her, then sighed to Li Ye, "When I was young, my mother worked as a helper at a food stall, working over a dozen hours a day, earning only a tiny bit of money.

But if a neighbor in distress came by, she would generously buy a bowl of char siu rice and treat them. I didn't understand it at the time; my sister and I couldn't even afford char siu rice..."

"Later, I realized that the virtues of kindness and generosity are something some people are born with, and some people never have in their whole lives..."

"..."

Hearing Pei Wencong's sigh, Luo Runbo smiled and said, "Ah Cong, you're bragging again. When you were doing business at school, you didn't earn any less of my money. If I asked you for a discount, you'd turn against me..."

Pei Wencong said angrily, "Ah! You black fish Bo, if I go to your house to get a few pounds of fish and shrimp, don't you charge me too?"

"You still say that? I asked you to take the dead ones, but you insisted on taking the freshest ones..."

Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo started bickering, sounding noisy, but Li Ye knew that the two of them were "getting closer the more they fought."

The two were classmates in Hong Kong; one was the son of a food stall helper, and the other was the child of a fishmonger. In that environment, they naturally had compatible temperaments. Plus, neither of them had a bad heart, which was why they had this rare friendship.

And both of them were somewhat different from their fathers; otherwise, they would have lived their lives in toil just like their fathers.

When the two of them were done bickering, Li Ye interrupted, "That's enough for you two! Save some saliva to discuss business with my mother later."

The two immediately quieted down, and then Pei Wencong said in a low voice, "Mr. Li, is what we heard from Ms. Fu true?"

Li Ye put on a straight face and said unhappily, "You don't believe my mother? Didn't I say she can make the decisions regarding overseas matters?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I just... hehehe..."

Pei Wencong smiled awkwardly and hurriedly lowered his head to eat his braised meat vigorously.

But the straightforward Luo Runbo wasn't as slick as Pei Wencong and insisted, "Mr. Li, we must hear a word from you. Just one word will do."

"..."

Although Fu Guiru was in charge of overseas investments, and Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo usually respected her, for such a big matter, he and Luo Runbo definitely still wanted to see Li Ye nod with their own eyes.

You could call them superstitious, or you could call them blindly worshipful, but regardless, they just had to hear a word from Li Ye.

Because the matter was too big, and Li Ye's mouth was too divine.

In 1985, when they invested in Japan according to Li Ye's instructions, the total investment was only over a billion US dollars, with Li Ye contributing over a billion, Pei Wencong over three hundred million, and Luo Runbo scraping together one hundred million.

As a result, in just one year, this money quadrupled. Although the growth slowed down a bit in the second half of the year, the principal had already expanded, and in the end, the combined funds of the three exceeded the ten-billion level.

With such a large sum of money, when the stock markets in Japan and the Lighthouse were booming, they were actually going to turn around and short them. If they bet right, they would naturally be ranked among the immortals; if they bet wrong, that would be the eighteenth level of hell!

For such a big matter, let alone Li Ye being slightly unhappy, even if a knife were held to their necks, they would still have to ask for clarity and get Li Ye's personal confirmation.