After returning home, Luofeng found that his parents were not there.
His father was probably out entertaining.
And his mother? She was definitely meeting with three property developers, showcasing fourteen mold designs.
Luofeng thought for a moment.
He decided to open the school class group chat. It was mostly filled with New Year’s greetings from his classmates.
Luofeng: "Thanks for all the blessings! Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!"
After sending the message, Luofeng dropped several large red envelopes into the group. Three red envelopes, 2,000 Yuan each, added up to 6,000 Yuan.
The class group, which had been quiet, suddenly burst with activity.
"The Living Committee is Awesome!"
"Thanks, The Boss!"
"Brother Feng is unbeatable!"
"Thank you, Brother Feng, I’ve grabbed my meal money for the New Year!"
"Broadcasting something fun for everyone: Fengshun Investment Company caused Honda’s stock to plummet on the U.S. Stocks!"
"Damn it! Awesome!"
"Was this Brother Feng’s doing?"
"It’s Fengshun Investment Company, what else could it be?"
"I want to ask The Boss of the Living Committee, are you still going to attend school next semester?"
"Same question!"
"I suddenly feel like it would be normal if The Boss of the Living Committee suddenly stopped going to school, right?"
"Some of us should cherish every day he spends in class. Otherwise, while we’re still attending, he might become too busy to come to school, right?"
"Just wondering, how much did Brother Feng earn this time?"
"Consider it with the furthest stretch of your imagination!"
"My teacher taught me that the largest unit is a hundred million!"
Luofeng smiled and messaged, "Due to numerous business secrets, I won’t disclose how much I’ve made. However, I can tell you that my Fengshun Investment Company can now utilize a capital of 10 billion Yuan. As for whose money that 10 billion Yuan is? That too is a business secret!"
Having said that, he sent out another big red envelope. This time, it was a fixed amount; everyone could receive 188.88 Yuan.
"Gotta run, see you when school starts!"
After typing this, Luofeng closed the group chat and set notifications to Do Not Disturb.
He then directly opened the Shangguan Sisters’ group. There were only three people in this small group.
Luofeng: "@Everyone: Call me Daddy!"
He sent a ’Call me Daddy’ sticker into the group.
Shangguan Feier: "Daddy."
Shangguan Shui’er: "..."
Luofeng sent a red envelope their way for 200 Yuan.
Shangguan Shui’er claimed the red envelope.
Shangguan Feier complained, "Shangguan Shui’er, why are you taking my red envelope? I was the one who called him Daddy! Give it back to me now."
Shangguan Shui’er: "Does it have your name on it?"
Shangguan Feier: "The Boss, look at her! Wasn’t your red envelope meant for me? And now it’s been snatched away."
Luofeng said, "Isn’t grabbing red envelopes always a case of ’slow hands get none, fast hands get some’?"
Shangguan Shui’er: "HAHAHA!"
Shangguan Feier: "???????"
However, from the photo, Luofeng also deduced some other information. For instance, judging by the angle Shangguan Feier took the photo from, they were probably in a bunk bed, right? So? Is there a saying about going up to the second floor alone? Is the moon hook-shaped? Right? The moon implies the Moon Rabbit. And the hook? This hook is key. So, a bunk bed, with Shangguan Feier on the top bunk, taking photos of Shangguan Shui’er on the bottom bunk? That angle definitely captured something good... And it also indicated that their home could, at best, be a two-bedroom apartment. So? Does this represent a typical native urban class? What does that mean? It means born-and-bred locals. Although they have settled in the city, as their descendants grow and face soaring housing prices, they are unable to buy larger properties. This makes them almost the same as those who cannot afford housing at all. Such groups are very common. They exist in almost every big city but, at least, they own one house, right?

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