Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed-Chapter 117 - 93: The Exploded Class Group Chat, Li Yuan Became Tang Monk Meat (Combined - , Please Subscribe) 2
Zhou Tianyu looked at Li Yuan with deep, complicated emotions. After Li Yuan’s true identity was revealed, he had lost any shred of psychological advantage he once held.
Wu Hao asked curiously, "Yuan, you earn so much money every day. What are you planning to spend it on?"
His question was shared by the other roommates.
In 2008, when the average salary was less than 2,000 yuan and college students spent only five or six hundred a month, the wealth Li Yuan possessed was simply astronomical to them.
"If you ask me, Yuan could go on a splurge in college and build his own harem. How great would that be? He’s already got Xia Zhijin, and then there’s Tan Yanqiu and that stunning beauty who had dinner with us the other day. He could live like an emperor. Besides, his full name is Li Yuan. A man true to his name, right?" Liu Jia said, his mouth almost splitting into a wide grin, as if imagining himself in Li Yuan’s shoes.
Xu Ziqiang rolled his eyes. "It’s the 21st century, not some feudal dynasty. A man dreaming of having three wives and four concubines? Forget about it. Besides, our classmate Xia Zhijin is gorgeous. Yuan better treat her well."
Zhou Tianyu laughed at that, pointing at Xu Ziqiang and shaking his head. "Old Xu, society isn’t as simple as you think. Haha, three wives and four concubines? What’s that? The games the truly wealthy play are far wilder than you can imagine. I once knew a young master from a rich family who would gather dozens of girls for a... well, let’s just say I don’t want to shatter your worldview."
The less Zhou Tianyu said, the more curious the others became.
Liu Jia looked shocked. "Tianyu, you’re something else! Have you experienced that yourself? All those stories you used to brag about, being some kind of love guru and all that... don’t tell me they were actually true?"
Zhou Tianyu just smiled and said no more. Among the six of them in the dorm, aside from Li Yuan, who was an old pervert always making dirty jokes, the other four were utterly innocent young men.
He himself had barely managed to enter the circle of the wealthy second generation and had witnessed how lavish their lifestyles were. If he described it, the others in the dorm would never believe him. That was the class divide.
Zhou Tianyu looked at Li Yuan, who wore an all-knowing expression, and suddenly felt a pang of envy and resentment.
Li Yuan is going to completely dominate our class... no, our entire school.
Xu Ziqiang pressed on, "Come on, Yuan, tell us. What are you going to do with all that money? You could just kick back and enjoy college life, date around, play some basketball. Wouldn’t that be sweet?"
Li Yuan was speechless. With the wealth he now possessed, he could indeed live a life of total freedom as they described—indulging in every pleasure, finding a new girl every day, spending every night with someone new, and tasting the passion of countless different women. He could even follow in the footsteps of the greatest playboys in history, sampling all the world’s splendors. Then, once he got tired of it all in his thirties or forties, perhaps he could consider having a child...
Li Yuan glanced at his roommates and decided to give them a hand. Whether they believed him or chose to listen was, of course, up to them.
"I have my own plans for the money. However, if your families can afford a down payment, I suggest you buy an apartment in Modu. The housing prices there are guaranteed to skyrocket in the future."
After Li Yuan finished, Zhou Tianyu grew thoughtful. He had a sharp mind; otherwise, he wouldn’t have managed to have several girlfriends in high school and still get into Daxia University.
Li Yuan has always been exceptional. Given his status now, there’s no reason for him to lie. Maybe it’s worth a shot. I should try to convince my parents to buy up a few properties in Modu.
Yi Jing sat silently on his bed, engrossed in an old book. He felt a wave of depression, a sudden sense of inferiority. As a boy from a rural village in the northwest, this was his first time in a big city, and he was already feeling the stark disparities of life.
Liu Jia came from a working-class family. He listened intently to Li Yuan’s advice, quietly pondering whether he should do the same.
Wu Hao, however, looked at Li Yuan with utmost seriousness. "Yuan, will housing prices in Modu really skyrocket? My family could probably scrape together a few hundred thousand for a down payment, but without a compelling reason, I’ll never convince my parents to use their retirement savings."
Li Yuan nodded. There was no need to be coy about this. The economic crisis wasn’t over yet, and there were people on both sides of the argument, predicting the housing market would either crash or boom. An individual’s choice often determines their destiny to a certain degree. Such is the outrageous nature of coincidence and the whims of fate.
"Mouse, Liu Jia, guys, I’m very bullish on the Huaxia housing market, especially in Modu, Beijing, and Shen Du. As our country’s economy develops at high speed and the pace of internationalization quickens, housing prices won’t just rise—the increase will be beyond your wildest imagination. If you buy now, you can’t lose."
Seeing them all listening so intently, Li Yuan couldn’t help but feel the weight of his new status. If he were just an ordinary college student, his words, no matter how eloquent, would have been dismissed as a joke. But now, as a Great Writer earning tens of millions annually, his opinion carried a completely different authority.
"As for whether you can convince your parents to cough up their nest eggs to buy property, that will depend on your own powers of persuasion. But if you trust me, take all your savings and buy property in Modu, Beijing, and Shen Du. In a few years, I guarantee you’ll be thanking me."
Li Yuan spoke calmly, but his words came from the heart. At this stage, investing in real estate was far more profitable than any stock, yielding nearly a 50% annual return.
