Guangyue's Housekeeper Is Actually a Wealthy Woman in Hong Kong. Why Does She Still Want to Teach Me How to Do Things?

When my father, the chairman of the Hong Kong First International Investment Bank, found me, I was wearing flip-flops and riding a small electric donkey around the city to collect rent. The man on the third floor was two months behind on rent. I blocked the door with a plastic bench and shouted while sipping frozen lemon tea: "Uncle, if you don't pay the rent, I will really dismantle the outdoor unit of your air conditioner!" My father said with a dark face: "Is this what you usually do?" I counted the cash I just received: "Explanation? Only those who can't receive the money will be ashamed." The fake daughter was holding coffee and laughing at me for looking like a businessman. "Sister, real business relies on capital operation, not quarreling with tenants." Until the group spent 30 billion to acquire urban villages. More than a dozen investment banks and dozens of negotiators worked hard for half a year, only to be beaten back every time. And I hooked my hand, and the whole village in the city gathered around me with a smile. "Axin, come and drink the sugar water!" "The little landlord is back!" "Who dares to bully our little landlord?" It's a relationship that they can't buy even with 30 billion. I've had it since childhood.