Night.

Han Su leaned forward, her eyes hazy as she gazed at the brightly lit night view of Central in the distance.

Han Su had always thought of herself as a strong-willed person.

But after experiencing the sensation Chen Cheng brought—the feeling where he had finished his cigarette while she was still "smoking"—she could no longer let go.

Moreover, there was the ferrari, this luxury mansion worth 800 million under her feet, and those social circles she had never even dreamed of before.

All of this intoxicated her.

“Susu, you've gained weight.”

The hazy-eyed Han Su suddenly jolted. She turned around, looking very flustered. “N-no... I haven't, right?”

Chen Cheng's lips curled slightly as he gave her a squeeze. “Why are you so nervous?”

Scum Cheng could already feel the physical pressure.

“You've gained weight in all the right places.”

Han Su gave him a flirtatious glare. “Don't you like it?”

I thought I actually got fat somewhere, scared me to death.

She turned her head back and continued to gaze at the night view of Central and Victoria Harbour.

Hearing her tone and seeing her expression, Chen Cheng felt a wave of delight.

Look, just look at what this strong career woman has been turned into.

...

The next day.

Chen Cheng once again had Zou Yu spread the word that he was looking for a house.

Chen Cheng sat at the computer in his Hong Kong Island office, checking the stock trends of Zhilin Group while waiting for a phone call.

Before getting off the plane yesterday, he had actually seen the outcome through Midas Touch.

Zhilin maintained a price of 4.48 until the market closed.

Watching the market was actually quite casual; the phone call was the key.

“Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~”

When Chen Cheng heard the phone ring, he picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, his lips curling into a smile.

As soon as the call connected, a male voice with a Cantonese-inflected Mandarin accent came from the other end. “Mr. Chen, let's have some tea.”

A smirk played on Chen Cheng's lips. He really was a local big shot; his information was quite well-informed.

With a smile, he replied, “Since the Big Boss is inviting me, I'll definitely be there~”

“Three o'clock, at the Jockey Club~”

“Alright~ See you in a bit.”

The two chatted for a few moments before hanging up.

Chen Cheng had intentionally told Zou Yu to leak the news to real estate agents specifically to bait this local big shot.

In Hong Kong Island, you can't buy a luxury mansion just because you have money.

Even someone as wealthy as Pony Ma has to put the property in his own name when buying here.

If held by others on one's behalf, the owners' committee wouldn't agree.

Actually, the house isn't what's important; it's the social circle.

Whether it's Pony's Big Wave Bay Road or Teacher Ma's Deep Water Bay Road, they don't actually live there themselves.

Chen Cheng leaked the news to bait Guo Donghui because he wanted to officially enter the Hong Kong circle through him.

Some Long Aotian types might curse, wondering why anyone would want to associate with that "stinky shoe" that is the Hong Kong circle.

As the financial center of Southeast Asia, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Hong Kong Island gathers the wealth of the entire region.

Whether it's Malaysia, Java, Siam, or Singapore, there are numerous wealthy ethnic Chinese.

And most of these people own properties in places like Deep Water Bay, Repulse Bay, and Shek O on Hong Kong Island.

Chen Cheng wanted the money in their hands.

Even if it were a pile of crap, if the money was right, he'd go and touch it.

Soon, Chen Cheng took Zou Yu to the Sha Tin Racecourse.

Guo Donghui's assistant met Chen Cheng in the racecourse's basement parking and led them to a private box in the stands.

As soon as they entered the box, the bespectacled and somewhat thin Guo Donghui laughed and extended his hand. “Mr. Chen, it's been a long time~”

Chen Cheng smiled as he shook his hand and raised an eyebrow. “General Manager Guo, it hasn't even been two months, if I remember correctly.”

“Hahaha~ Well, they say a day apart feels like three years.”

Chen Cheng's lips twitched; this man was indeed very talkative.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a bit, then Guo Donghui led Chen Cheng to his seat.

Private boxes at sporting events usually have independent partitions on the left and right sides of the stands.

This outdoor box today was just like that, though the seats were no different from those in a teahouse.

Of course, there are also indoor boxes. Wealthy people who don't want to show their faces usually choose those.

The two sat down, and Guo Donghui began brewing tea himself.

As he did, he chatted, “I heard Mr. Chen is looking to buy a property?”

“I do have that intention.”

Guo Donghui smiled. “Could Mr. Chen have forgotten what my family does?”

Chen Cheng chuckled. “Of course I know. The Guo family is one of the top ten real estate developers on Hong Kong Island. Buying a house is just a small matter; there's no need to specifically trouble General Manager Guo.”

“Mr. Chen, you're too polite. You're buying and I'm selling—isn't that you looking after my business? I should be thanking you. How could it be a 'trouble'? Hahaha~”

Guo Donghui laughed a few times and pushed a cup of tea toward Chen Cheng.

“Which area does Mr. Chen prefer? Even if the Guo family doesn't have a property you like, my family still has some influence on Hong Kong Island. Acting as a middleman to introduce you to some options is no problem at all.”

Chen Cheng didn't beat around the bush. “Deep Water Bay or Repulse Bay.”

Guo Donghui raised an eyebrow. “What about Shek O?”

Chen Cheng's lips curled into a smile. “Big Boss, I'm a lazy guy. Shek O is too far.”

Guo Donghui's lips twitched. Hong Kong Island itself is only so big; that was clearly an excuse.

He immediately guessed that Chen Cheng didn't want to hold the property in his own name.

The Shek O owners' committee was notoriously difficult to deal with.

It seemed this Mr. Chen didn't want to get involved in that mess.

Guo Donghui smiled. “Good. It's easier to handle since Mr. Chen has a clear preference.”

“When I get back, I'll ask my elders and see if anyone is willing to sell their mansion.”

Chen Cheng smiled. “Then I'll have to trouble you, General Manager Guo.”

Guo Donghui looked at the calm Chen Cheng, raised an eyebrow, and squinted his eyes, bringing something up as if casually.

“Does Mr. Chen have any fundraising plans lately? I was quite regretful about missing out last time~”

“Hahaha~”

Chen Cheng's lips curled slightly. Here it comes.

He shook his head. “Zhencheng Hong Kong has no fundraising plans for the time being.”

Desperation is a bad look in business.

Chen Cheng didn't plan to take action on Hong Kong Island immediately.

He had to make some noise first to show the people truly in power. Only then would he be able to get the quota he wanted in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong has no... fundraising plans...

Guo Donghui's mind was sharp. His eyes lit up as he immediately guessed that Chen Cheng had other fundraising plans. “Is Mr. Chen planning to raise funds overseas... in America?”

Chen Cheng nodded. “Yes, I came here this time to handle some matters. Then, I'll fly to New York on the 1st.”

Guo Donghui's interest was immediately piqued.

The 20-billion-RMB fund that Company Name raised in Shanghai had seen its net value increase by over 30% in less than half a year.

This was all displayed in real-time through internal systems.

Meanwhile, according to the 13f report disclosed by Likely Chen Chengs company.

If there hadn't been any portfolio adjustments...

Then his closed-end fund in LA was even more heaven-defying; its annualized growth likely exceeded 300%.

Given his past style of long-term holding, there was a high probability that he hadn't adjusted the portfolio.

All past records showed that the young man before him, who was more than a cycle younger than himself...

...was unparalleled in the entire market when it came to his vision for selecting investment targets, timing his entries, his resolve in holding, and his mastery of when to liquidate.

“What's the fundraising scale?” Guo Donghui looked at Chen Cheng with a smile.

Chen Cheng held up one finger.