Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 671 - 289 The Next Person to Trick_2
"Oh man, Big Brother, I missed you so much!"
The enthusiasm of the kid from the Northeast melted the cold atmosphere in the dormitory.
Ding Yu wasn't scared of Han Lie and took the initiative to explain, "We're just packing our stuff... Brother Lie, when are you going home?"
"I've got to wait until around the Little New Year."
Han Lie didn't bother with Huang Wei and continued to pack his books, clear his desk, and fold his bedding. Oh, and he casually picked up that claw hammer.
"Big, big brothers..."
Huang Wei instantly clenched his legs, shivering and trembling as he grabbed his suitcase.
"The car's waiting downstairs, I-I-I'm gonna take off..."
SWISH! He vanished, leaving only a wisp of smoke trailing behind him.
The remaining dorm mates, one after another, bowed to Han Lie.
"Brother Lie, we're heading back..."
"Brother Lie, have a smooth trip!"
"Brother Lie, Happy New Year, may wealth flow in!"
Then, one by one, they slipped out the door of Dorm 404...
Man, talk about lingering awe!
Han Lie looked suspiciously at the kid from the Northeast and Ding Ding. "Are Zhou Ci and Kong Yize still talking smack about me behind my back?"
Their faces instantly twitched.
Brother Lie, don't you know what you've done? Does it even need to be spread by others? The entire School of International Studies is filled with legends about how you scared the crap out of people after you went berserk...
"Uh... Brother Lie, how are you getting home?"
The kid from the Northeast's attempt to change the subject was incredibly clumsy, but his next sentence was exactly what Han Lie wanted to hear—
"Brother Lie, when you go home this time, won't they treat you like royalty? Truly bringing honor to your ancestors! Ding Ding, I'm not exaggerating, am I?!"
Lil' bro nodded obediently; when his sister Ding Xiang's safety wasn't involved, this kid was always quite timid.
Han Lie was amused.
He wasn't much interested in other things, but he absolutely loved the idea of showing off back in his hometown.
In his past life, he never made anything of himself. Every time he went home, he felt deeply ashamed before his parents and was too embarrassed to face relatives, friends, and former classmates.
Although most people wouldn't openly mock him or talk shit to his face, their "comforting," "advising," "reminders," and "tips" were laden with unbearable "good intentions."
Every year-end, older unmarried individuals who had to return home for the holidays could surely relate.
What business is it of yours whether I get married or not?! Who says earning more and spending more in big cities is worse than going back home to sit for public service exams?! What a ridiculous notion! If I could fucking pass them, would I need you to tell me?! So-and-so is doing so well, so accomplished—why don't you fucking praise them to their face?! Stop bullshitting me! Alas, when you're not doing well, anyone feels they can point fingers at you. Some people mean well but simply lack any sense of propriety. With many others, you can't even discern their real intentions, which is annoying as hell. And the worst part about the holiday season is—you can't escape it. When the elders gather, you can't very well flip the table, can you? Han Lie, in his past life, had suffered terribly from this and, even now, hadn't fully let go.
But this time, going back will be different... Come on, let's torment each other and see who ends up more bitter! If you don't show off when returning home rich and successful, then what's the point of being rich and successful? Happiness would be diminished.
"Not bad, Xiao Bei."
With a smile, Brother Lie patted the kid from the Northeast on the shoulder, feeling so good that he decided—tomorrow, he would do nothing but spend a huge chunk of money!
After returning home, I'll stealthily enhance my looks a bit each day to let my parents slowly get used to it. Then, I'll tell them a story to brace them for what's coming. Finally, I'll let them experience the thrill of nouveau riche-style spending and help them cultivate their vitality. Once the family is settled and they've enjoyed a few happy years back home, I can bring them to the Magic Capital for their retirement. My parents aren't old at all. If they're truly bored, it wouldn't be out of the question for them to even have another child. Anyway, don't rush me. This lifetime, my marriage might be even more difficult than in the last...
As Han Lie was tidying up his bed, WHOOSH, Fang Tongzhi and his gang all burst in; news sure traveled fast.
"Brother Lie, let's go, let's go drink!"
Seeing that they were all about to head home for the New Year, it was time to give them some reassurance.
So Han Lie went with them to a restaurant, and over dinner, they settled matters related to the fund shares.
Overall, the quota Han Lie offered had largely been divided by them into three portions.
The first major portion was controlled by Fang Tongzhi, consisting of people within the School of International Studies.
Han Lie only dealt with Little Fang. Whom he was willing to take money from, and how much, was Little Fang's business.
This wasn't illegal fundraising but rather a group of young friends pooling their money for investment.
The second major portion was managed by Li Hao and Lu Sheng, representing a smaller group from Wujiaochang.
Li Hao's father was a top figure among the local powers in Yang Pu, and Lu Sheng's father was second-in-command in Wujiaochang town. Neither were particularly high-profile individuals, but they could be very useful in specific situations, so Han Lie had included them for a small share.
If these two were sensible, they wouldn't try to raise too much money, which would put Han Lie in a difficult position.
If these two were smart, they would confess to their parents rather than try to scrape together loose change from their friends and brothers.
The reason? This was because most students in the School of International Studies circle, including Fang Tongzhi and Liu Yingjun, were from out of town, whereas these two were local natives.
One group was beyond his immediate influence, while the other had the advantage of proximity; the situations were definitely different.
The third major portion was given solely to Guo Yihuai.
Since the father of this "straw bag male god" was second-in-command at the city's Land Resources Bureau, Han Lie set no upper limit for him.
Dare to stir things up? No matter how big a scene you create, I can handle it.
In fact, Han Lie was somewhat concerned that Little Guo might be *too* cautious.
Added together, the total sum from these three portions couldn't be estimated yet. In any case, they received the lowest-tier contract.
Specifically:
After deducting a 5% management fee, profit sharing would begin once profits exceeded 20%.
For profits up to 50%, clients would receive 70% of the net profit.
For the portion of profit between 50% and 100%, clients would receive 60%.
For the portion of profit between 100% and 150%, clients would receive 50%.
For the portion of profit between 150% and 200%, clients would receive 40%.
Any profit exceeding 200% would belong entirely to the fund company.
Honestly, the terms were quite harsh, yet Fang Tongzhi and the others were overjoyed.
Old Fang was a sensible person; he had explained things clearly to everyone internally much earlier. "Nationwide, there are probably tens of thousands of private equity funds managing assets between several million and one hundred million yuan. Their management fees are only around 1.5%, and even their highest profit-sharing tier for the fund might not reach 50%. If you think that's too expensive, you can go to them."
"Why not go to them?"
"You're afraid of losses, right?"
"The chances of Han Lie losing money are extremely small, so it's not so easy to get on his 'express.' Anyone with connections can go out and inquire to see how many people actually get such an opportunity."
"So, let's be upfront about this—"
"If you want to get on board, if you want to bask in Han Lie's glow, then cut the useless chatter, keep your mouths shut, and get your money ready."
At first, this wasn't particularly effective, as many local guys remained unconvinced and resentful.
However, after someone dug up the actual return rates of Han Lie's company from CITIC sources and the video of Han Lie's SPD Bank presentation was circulated, everyone was finally convinced.
Once Fang Tongzhi received Han Lie's verbal promise, his life started looking up.
Every day, classmates treated him to meals, and occasionally, a beautiful girl would even take the initiative to flirt with him.
Why?
This was because 'Brother Lie's Express' didn't accept individual 'passengers.' It only had one VIP 'gate,' which, as luck would have it, didn't require the full one-million-yuan ticket. By cultivating a good relationship with the 'ticket inspector,' one could snag a standing-room-only spot in the 'cargo hold' for a mere eighty or a hundred thousand.
Naturally, the number of people flocking to Fang Tongzhi grew.
Zhao Shengnan and Lou Xiaoxiao, leveraging their proximity, had already secured their spots.
The rest, like Huo Xiaoyu, Tan Xuan, Yin Qin, and others, were all waiting for news.
Halfway through their drinks, when things were mostly settled, Zhao Shengnan casually sent a message to their small group chat—
"It's done! Hehe, from now on, I'm also one of God Lie's investors!"
She hadn't thought much when sending it, but in less than a minute, her post was shared in the main chat group of the Literature and Arts Department and various private smaller groups within the School of International Studies.
Subsequently, undercurrents surged among these small groups, and some people's minds started buzzing with ideas.
Coinciding with the winter break, Han Lie had neither the inclination nor the means to pay attention to these miscellaneous matters.
He was currently pondering whom to take shopping the next day.
The gifts were mainly for Pan Ge, so he couldn't take her. Otherwise, what kind of surprise would it be?
When it came to spending money, since he had decided to spend, he should maximize the effect.
Xi Luting?
Han Lie's first thought was to take Xi Luting. However, "Little Xi" had recently become hopelessly engrossed in revising her outline. Besides, she didn't need him to make any grand financial gestures to impress her further. Taking her would be a waste of an opportunity, yet taking someone else didn't feel right...
As he was wrestling with this, Han Lie received a string of messages. He glanced at them briefly, and the sly dog's eyes suddenly lit up.
That's right! How could I forget about you? The company used to torment Gao Diaomao still needs a legal representative. That's you, my dear!
