Reborn with Consumption System

The greeter tossed his Xiaomi phone onto the table, humming a happy tune.

In half a year, a solid 27 million got credited. Don’t even mention scaring people; doing anything for that amount isn’t out of the question.

A private equity mogul?

Phooey!

They ain’t shit!

...

Han Lie had just hung up the phone when President Qiu’s call came in.

"Lie, old Liu wants to meet you for a one-on-one chat. It seems urgent, what do you say?"

Han Lie raised his hand to check the time, but he was really thinking about what to eat later.

"Jingpu Club then, I’ll be waiting for him in the same room as last time."

...

Setting foot in the same private room again, Liu Hanhe’s mood was completely different.

Unlike the last time when he was nervous, this time he was very calm.

——Anyway, this is as far as I can go. If you’re satisfied, we can continue negotiating; if not, just kill me!

Liu Hanhe’s calm was actually based on a mindset of reckless abandon.

Being pushed to this position by a 20-year-old was hard for him not to feel any resentment.

Han Lie quietly listened to his plan, then suddenly asked an unrelated question, "Which university does your child want to apply to? What major?"

Liu Hanhe was stunned, reflexively giving an honest answer.

"My son has always been eager to go to Harvard, wants to enter the Finance Department, study finance."

Han Lie nodded, seemingly approving, but then a second later, gave a directive in a matter-of-fact tone: "Harvard’s possible, but apply for applied mathematics; it’s not easy to get into top investment banks and funds with an undergraduate degree in finance. Major in math undergrad, switch to finance in graduate school, you’ll be in demand anywhere later."

Liu Hanhe was dumbfounded.

Whoa, you even want to decide what my son studies?!

Do you think you’re my father or something?!

Resentment began to brew in his chest, but before he could muster any argument, Han Lie dangled a big carrot in front of him.

"I’ll find someone influential to donate two million US dollars to Harvard’s Math Department, and then write a recommendation letter for your child, ensuring he gets into a prestigious program. The rest is up to him."

The anger in Liu Hanhe’s heart instantly dissolved, and a smile crept up to his ears uncontrollably.

Dad!

Whatever you say goes!

"Oh wow, thank you thank you, so grateful! President Han, rest assured, I’ll get the job done!"

Hands folded in a gesture of thanks, bowing and drinking, his attitude was on full display.

Can’t blame Liu Hanhe for being opportunistic.

He’s wealthy and could easily shell out two million US dollars, but it’s one thing for him to donate and quite another for "someone influential" to do so.

Harvard isn’t the kind of place where you can just buy your way into any program.

Last year, Harvard only admitted 11 students from Huaxia, 6 females and 5 males, including those from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan.

To get an offer, either you have to impress the admissions officer with top-notch grades and a strong personal profile, or get a "sufficiently influential person" to sway a "sufficiently influential professor or senior" at Harvard.

For Liu Hanhe, that was unattainable.

His 200,000 USD would only get his son an ordinary program for two years, purely by the book, with no extra perks.

Han Lie’s promise, however, was akin to a privilege he’d only achieve with a 500,000 USD donation.

With this in view, he was instantly willing.

Not only did he save a lot of money, but he also secured a better platform for his son. Absolutely worth it!

"If Gao Fengbo can set foot on the plane, old Liu will see to it personally!"

Liu Hanhe thumped his chest, filled with adrenaline, determined to overcome all obstacles and go head-to-head with Gao Fengbo.

It just so happened, at that very moment, Gao Fengbo was quietly using a distant relative’s identification to book a direct flight to America for the 29th.

"I’ll change my ticket at the airport, and no one will know, hahaha!"

Old Gao cheerfully hummed a tune, feeling like a top-tier genius - the concept of being a "genius" had not yet been tainted with later meanings.

He gleefully imagined the comfortable life with his family once reunited in America and fantasized about the shock and anger of Han Lie, Liu Hanhe, and Gao Yijun when they found out he had fled early. His mood soared.

"A bunch of stupid fools, all of you can go eat shit! I’m about to embrace the sweet smell of freedom and liberty!"

Laughing, he poured his feelings into his performance.

Originally at 3:25, he worked his way up to 3:58, nearly equaling 59.5 of Zhang Jiusi...

Hey, it’s invigorating!

As he lazily sprawled on the balcony to sunbathe, Liu Hanhe was just returning to the office, making call after call...

In this realm of capital, no one is foolish, but there will always be varying degrees of intellect.

Han Lie sat quietly in the shadows, overlooking the river.

******

Currently, I’m doing major edits. It’s alright except when it comes to policies and the psychology content in ICU; those parts are too tricky.

I’ve read till my eyes blurred.

Not complaining, I’m giving it my all.