Chapter 1302 - 1304
As soon as Gong Ruini went down one floor, she saw how lively it was over at Zhao Guangran’s place.
"Wow, this décor is honestly a bit tacky." She walked in and saw a glittering golden bull.
People who play the stock market like bulls, symbolizing a bull market, but come on, there’s no need to use pure gold; that shine is blinding.
"And you actually put this thing right by the door—are you trying to get someone to steal it?" Putting it here, besides blinding visitors, is basically announcing to any would‑be thief: I’ve got money.
Honestly, if there’s a way to be more ostentatious, he’d find it; this is exactly the kind of thing only Zhao Guangran would do—fits his personality to a T.
Gong Ruini was full of contempt, and Zhao Guangran caught it all. "So? How is it?"
"Let me tell you, it may look vulgar, but it’s insanely lucky for me." Some people say it’s tacky, some say it screams nouveau riche.
Hmph, they’re just jealous. How many people can actually compare with him?
"The people who’re jealous of me are all too full and too idle. People with real ability are busy making money; who’s got the time to sit around being jealous?"
"I just had to have a pure‑gold bull made."
"This golden bull alone cost several tens of thousands of US Dollars." If you want to show off, you need a lot of Franklins; and honestly, the ones who have time to gripe like that are rarely the rich ones.
Strong. All Gong Ruini could do was give a thumbs up and admit defeat.
"Right, Ni Zi, you and Jiaxin are sharing a room."
"Ban Xia, you and Zisu are sharing a room."
"As for that kid Gong Ruzhi, he’s obviously going to stay over at Dai Liren’s next door." That kid had actually ditched him and Gong Ruini again—this little brat was completely heartless.
When Zhao Guangran said this, he turned his head to look at Gong Ruini; he genuinely wanted to know how she felt right now.
Hmph, no point looking at her. She’s not stupid—if she showed even a little unhappiness, that kid would probably start jumping around, so Gong Ruini forcibly kept her expression in check.
Disappointed. How come Gong Ruini didn’t react? Shouldn’t she be mad? Zhao Guangran couldn’t figure it out—she’s always been a doting‑on‑her‑brother maniac; how could she have no reaction?
This test run had failed, and besides being disappointed, Zhao Guangran only became more convinced that he’d one day see Gong Ruini’s face change.
"Bro, we’re staying in the study. It’s a study, yeah, but it’s really comfy." Zhao Guangran assured them his study was as comfortable as it gets.
"I have to pull all‑nighters all the time; sleeping in the study is the most convenient." Zhao Guangran led everyone to his study-slash‑workroom.
As soon as they walked in, Gong Ruini saw a huge tatami. "This is your bed?"
"Of course. Don’t worry, once I lay the waterbed mattress on it, it’s super comfy." Zhao Guangran was incredibly glad he’d installed a tatami back then.
"Wow, so many books." The moment Zhan Banxia stepped into the study, she was stunned—there were several towering bookcases inside.
"You’ve read all of these?" Zhuge Zisu had always known how busy Zhao Guangran was; with work and school on his plate, how did he still find time to read all this?
"What else can you do if you don’t read, bro? This time I really got my eyes opened. I always thought I worked hard enough."
"Before, when I saw kids from rich families whose grades weren’t top‑notch but still got into big‑name schools, I always thought they relied on family connections. Later I realized I was wrong."
"Once they get to college, they hustle like crazy. Their knowledge base is stronger than mine, and the people they know are way beyond what an outsider like me can compare to."
"Bro, we have to work harder, so that in the future our kids can also get into Ivy League schools." Back then, those people weren’t born rich either; some ancestor or even their parents got into top schools and worked their way up.
Their kids got into the Ivy League—if he hadn’t known the twins hadn’t mentioned this to Zhao Guangran, he really would have thought the three of them were ganging up just to say stuff to make him unhappy.
"I’m really not thinking that far ahead." The look on Gong Ruini and the others’ faces made Zhao Guangran feel they weren’t taking him seriously. Hmph, how could they.
"Bro, you know what? The school district here has one of New York’s top public schools." Even though he didn’t have kids yet, Zhao Guangran had already factored that in.
Stunned, Gong Ruini really didn’t get it—when did Zhao Guangran suddenly become this responsible and forward‑thinking? Wasn’t this guy someone whose heart, eyes, and brain all revolved around money and only money?
Could he actually be planning to be a dad right after graduating college? Oh my god, Gong Ruini was genuinely shocked.
Zhao Xuran also found it hard to believe.
"Hey, how can you guys think like that? I just wanted to tell you, bro, that you really scored buying property here." Zhao Guangran nearly wanted to knock some sense into his big brother and the others—how could they think of him like that?
Oh, so this was all just to share that news. "That means it’s easy to rent the place out, right?"
"Exactly." Zhao Guangran was full of smugness. "Not only is it easy to rent out, the rent is sky‑high."
"And it’s absolutely in demand." See? The place he’d recommended was pretty good, wasn’t it?
"Right, I remember you mentioning that if you buy a house in the United States, the money can be used to offset taxes, right?" Taking advantage of the fact that no one had brought up the real situation yet, Gong Ruini quickly jumped in with a question.
"Yeah." Zhao Guangran gave a definite nod. "Why, big bro, you planning to buy a place?"
Zhao Xuran shook his head. "Not me." They’d already bought in New York; how could they be buying again? Even if they needed another place, that would be later—and definitely not here, they’d be switching locations.
"Then who’s buying?"
"Buying it for Brother Ruiwen?" The moment Zhao Guangran thought of this, he realized something big. "Crap, I forgot to arrange a room for Brother Ruiwen and the others."
"Uh, Dai Liren’s place got renovated too, and there are only two bedrooms now."
"It’s fine, I checked—the beds in those rooms are pretty big, three people can share." Gong Ruini really didn’t know how far things had gone between Gong Ruwen and Chu Ling.
Even if something had happened, since big bro hadn’t brought it up, she’d just pretend she didn’t know.
"Great, then the three of us will sleep in the study. We haven’t had a late‑night chat in ages." Zhao Guangran couldn’t help recalling their days back in the Northeast.
"Back then the three of us slept on the same heated brick bed, and later we added an uncle." Thinking of how lively it had been then, Zhao Guangran felt incredibly nostalgic.
Unfortunately, as their houses got bigger and they all got busier, they never got another chance like that. With such a great opportunity this time, Zhao Guangran intended to make the most of it.
"Sounds good." After touring Dai Liren’s place, Gong Ruwen came in just in time to hear Zhao Guangran’s arrangement; he naturally had no objections.
"We can have a proper talk." Gong Ruwen was in quite a good mood.
Although he’d always heard from Gong Ruzhi that Dai Liren really took care of him, without meeting the man in person, he’d stayed cautious. This time, he was completely convinced that Dai Liren was a good guy.