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Lin Qiunan returned to her sister's place.

Her sister, after starting work at Antler Coffee, became more grounded.

Moreover, she's about to get married soon, her fiancé is also a former colleague from the factory.

Maybe their relationship isn't exactly romantic, but after all, they've known each other for so many years and have supported each other through the green years when they first entered society.

Now that they're of age, it's normal to want to get married.

Lin was quite shocked to see her younger sister drive such a beautiful sports car.

She was afraid that she acquired it through some illicit means or by selling her body.

After lots of advice, she learned from her sister that it was a gift from a big boss.

She couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic; their former factory manager also often gave young girls handbags and mobile phones.

After receiving the gifts, those young girls were charmed by his flattering words.

Then it would lead to going to bed, abortions.

And after, a ruthless abandonment.

Who knows which honest man those girls have married now.

Lin was still quite happy for her sister, at least being by the side of a big boss.

She wouldn't be picked on because of her looks anymore.

The two sisters went to a small apartment for a meal, and even drank a couple of bottles of beer.

They joyfully called their parents, sharing only the good news but not the worries.

...

After Chen Pingsheng finished handling the corporate affairs and checked the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

He drove to the spoiled brat's place, which wasn't too far.

If there's no traffic, it would take just ten minutes, but meeting traffic would mean at least twenty minutes.

The LaFerrari supercar moved forward at a snail's pace.

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But under twenty miles, it's just foolish, every car could look down on you.

After struggling for half an hour, he finally reached the entrance of Anle Fund at The Bund.

There was still a crowd around Chen An'an.

Chen Pingsheng only learned upon entering that the spoiled brat had gained a good reputation by giving fifty thousand annually.

Countless people started reaching out, asking for money.

Some were relatives referred by relatives, others simply heard about it and wanted to try their luck.

Chen An'an, still young, even while doing good deeds, encountered various issues related to human nature.

For example, some praised her face-to-face.

But behind her back, they boasted about receiving fifty thousand from the charity fund.

And they got it every year, and after getting the money, she didn't use it on her child.

Instead, she turned and went on a shopping spree in big malls, dressing flamboyantly trying to hook a rich husband.

Even if she couldn't snag a wealthy husband, landing a down-to-earth man with a decent salary wasn't bad.

It must be said her investment strategy was quite savvy.

But in the end, the result left Chen An'an very upset.

She was willing to give money out of sympathy for the hardships of raising children, only to find these mothers so unreliable.

They spent the money meant for their children on brand name bags and clothing instead.

And such people were not few in number.

Even more outrageous was those who, after receiving the money, still came to her asking for more.

Saying it wasn't enough.

Chen An'an was quite distressed, never imagined that doing a good deed could be so difficult.

When Chen Pingsheng arrived and saw her looking worried, he casually remarked, "You've got quite a lively scene here, all hustle and bustle!"

"Dad," Chen An'an said pitifully, "These people all came asking for money."

"Why would they find your headquarters, did you do something to bring them here?"

Actually, she didn't do much, just after doing something good.

Those people smiled so kindly and kept asking which company they were from.

Where was the headquarters?

Where they should go to express their gratitude.

Because of this, many people voluntarily revealed their address.

Unexpectedly, one day, two days, three days passed, and more and more people gathered here.

Bringing all sorts of stories.

There were seniors who lost their spouses, hoping to receive fifty thousand annually to remarry.

Divorced mothers who wanted the money to rent a bigger house and give their children a better environment to grow up in.

Some even shamelessly wished to be cared for in their old age by her organization.

Even a mother at a hundred years old needing a million for cancer surgery came asking for money.

This matter kept Chen An'an deeply troubled.

Perhaps in her eyes, the world was filled with kindness.

As long as she genuinely helped others, she could receive their approval or sincere blessings.

But reality often turned out contrary to one's wishes.

Not to mention gratitude, many even speculated behind her back whether she was involved in illegal activities or if her money came from dubious sources.

Thus, they considered giving her some charity.

Otherwise, why would they give her money for no reason!

Regardless of the facts, once the news spread, spoiled brat's place was crowded with people every day.

All coming to ask for money.

Some even audaciously claimed that if they weren't given money, they would just keep staying there.

Chen Pingsheng sighed lightly, not because he was reluctant to part with the money.

Originally, the Anle Fund was created to train spoiled brat and let her have a better understanding of what true human nature is.

It would be very simple for him to handle this situation.

But he chose to tell Chen An'an a real story.

He knew a chef apprentice who, after leaving the countryside, struggled for eighteen years on his own.

Finally, he opened dozens of restaurant chains.

At that time, he definitely was a winner in life, wherever he went, he was immensely respected.

But the twist of fate often comes unexpectedly and strangely.

This successful top chef, who always thought of giving back to his hometown,

Secured over eight hundred acres of land there.

He thought that with his restaurants, as long as he went into farming, he could surely manage self-sufficiency and self-sale.

Therefore, there would be no losses.

At that time, he made a decision he would regret for life.

He allowed the villagers to invest money, although his intention was not to collect funds.

He merely wanted the villagers to make money with him.

A year passed, and indeed, those over eight hundred acres of land made money.

The villagers received dividends, and everyone was smiling.

However, by the second and third year, the chef seldom returned.

Yet, the over eight hundred acres of land he kept became more and more profitable.

At this point, the villagers became discontented, and a new idea began to circulate in the village.

The land was theirs, and the cattle and sheep were raised by them.

So why should they still give the lion's share to this chef who rarely returned?

The villagers started to band together with the village chief, collectively demanding an increase in their dividend ratio.

And with this increase, the chef's shares were pressed down from a half to 5%.

A reduction of more than ninety percent.

Of course, the chef couldn't accept this, but he didn't deal with the matter.

Later, something he didn't expect happened.

"Dad, what exactly happened?"

"The people of that village, together with the village chief, sued him, accusing him of illegal fundraising."

"Can they even do that?"

Chen An'an widened her big Mascara-laden eyes, filled with disbelief.

"So what happened to him in the end?"

"He was arrested and sentenced to seven years. By the time he got out, his wife and child had left him, and his dozens of restaurants had changed ownership."

Chen Pingsheng patted his eldest daughter on the shoulder.

"Dad is telling you this not to say that good deeds should not be done, but to teach you that human hearts are fickle, especially those living at the bottom of society.

"Their lack of vision and shortsightedness will often shock you.

"You are my daughter, you can have a heart like that of a Bodhisattva, but you must also have the hands of a falcon.

"Only then can you properly manage so much money."

Chen Pingsheng did not help spoiled brat handle these matters, but simply left after telling the story.

Having a heart like a Bodhisattva without the hands of a hawk.

That would only be a disaster.

The Anle Fund was clearly a trial that spoiled brat had to go through.

This world is bizarre, ghost stories might just be legends, but reality is even more strange than ghost stories.

The chef he spoke of was none other than Gao Hu's former master and the mentor on his culinary path.

Such a capable person had a miserable late life.

And this was not because he did anything wrong, but merely because he wanted to make money together with his hometown folks.

Talk about being unreasonable!

Most crucially, after those villagers toppled the chef, a year later, those eight hundred acres of cattle farming started losing money.

One by one, the decisions made slapping their thighs led to a decade with not a single person investing there.

Poverty perpetually shrouded that village.