C5 Night Passed and the King Returned

Hsiao Yan was wearing a navy blue suit, which was custom-made by hand in Italy. Just his jacket alone was worth six digits in price, which showed just how expensive he was.

Because his sister was too busy, she came to send his niece, Mengmeng, to kindergarten. He didn't think that after such an accident, he would almost bump into a child. He didn't feel like he was a caring man, but for some reason, his heart throbbed when he saw this strange little bun.

Especially when the little boy said he looked like him, he took a child's words seriously.

He actually used such a serious gaze to size Ye Zichen up, and then discovered to his surprise that what Ye Zichen said made a lot of sense.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there would be a boy who looked so similar to him in this world.

Those eyebrows, those eyes, and that tall, straight nose were exactly the same.

"You … "What's your name?" Hsiao Yan asked for no reason. He didn't know why.

"Shen Zhi Huang." The little bun replied in a baby voice.

At this time, the driver immediately went up to him and asked with concern, "Little friend, are you hurt? Uncle will take you to the hospital? "

"No need, I'm fine. I'm not hurt, but you must remember to slow down the next time you drive past. Don't you see that there is such a large speed bump?" This is a kindergarten, not a highway, understand? "Such a big person still doesn't know how to follow the traffic rules. He really lost to you guys."

The way the little bun taught her a lesson was really that serious, and her tone was extremely serious.

After the driver heard this, he felt a little ashamed and nodded repeatedly, "Hur Hur, you're right. Little friend, I will pay attention next time."

"Alright, I'm going to be late for class, so I won't say anymore." With that, she turned around and walked towards the kindergarten.

That small figure of his suddenly became exceptionally clear in Hsiao Yan's eyes.

"Young Master Bu, I'm sorry. I'll be careful when I drive in the future. I think I give you a fright." As soon as the driver got on the car, he immediately repented.

"Let's go." After he lightly said that, Hsiao Yan lowered his head, his fingers quickly tapped the keyboard of the white notebook, and his thoughts returned to the stock market once again.

Hsiao Yan, 28, a PhD in finance from Harvard, grew up in the United States, of Chinese descent, with a Chinese and American passport.

He was born from the city's number one noble clan, the Hsiao Family. He was an ancient noble that had hundreds of years of history, shocking everyone who saw it.

According to legend, from the Ming Dynasty onwards, the ancestors were the officials of the imperial court.

No one knew how much money Hsiao Family actually had, because Hsiao Family was too mysterious and low key, low key to the point where no media would dare to report a little.

In recent years, the reason Hsiao Family had received such attention was because the person in charge of this generation of Hsiao Family, Xiao Yushan, was also the executive director of the Hsiao's Empire, had started to dabble in the real estate and entertainment industries.

As for the employees of the Hsiao's Empire, it was said that they were all paid with fat. All of the employees, even if it was just a cleaning aunt, were chosen by the thousands, making them look extremely magnificent.

Hsiao Yan was the nephew of Xiao Yushan, who was now twenty-eight years old. He had come back to the country to take care of his family business. And the majestic Hsiao's Empire's building, the eighty-eighth floor's skyscraper, had already become a beautiful scenery in this city.

There were even many foreign tourists who came to C City to take a photo in front of the Hsiao's Empire to prove that they had come to C City.

On the top floor, within the five hundred square meter chairman's office, it was surrounded by tempered glass.

Unlike the other merchants, Hsiao's's chairman's office was not old-fashioned or commercial. The tempered glass sides were all installed with giant fish vats. There were dozens of types of ornamental fish inside, making it look like an aquarium, extremely grand and grand.

"Uncle." Hsiao Yan knocked on the door and walked in.

Xiao Yushan immediately put down the morning paper, stood up and smiled lovingly, "Ah Yan, you came at the right time, come and sit."

Hsiao Yan nodded, walked to the edge of the Italian leather sofa and sat down.

The female secretary immediately brought over a cup of coffee with a sweet smile and placed it in front of Hsiao Yan.

Seeing his nephew's good mood, Xiao Yushan walked over and sat beside Hsiao Yan, and asked: "How is it? I just returned home, are you used to it? "

"Fortunately, it's still being jet-lag." Hsiao Yan lowered his head, but didn't say anything. He slowly picked up the cup of coffee with one hand and replied.

"Ah Yan, do you think this city has changed from what it was six years ago?" Xiao Yushan continued to ask with a smile.