Hall of the Supreme Tutor

Just learned that his old man's investment had failed, facing a loss of over ten billion dollars, Jason Hart's heart skipped a beat.

After gathering information from online sources, he realized that even with such a significant loss, there were still tens of billions left. This brought a bit of relief to Jason.

Looking at the blond guy in front of him, a series of questions flashed through Jason Hart's mind.

The first question: Who is this gloating idiot in front of him?

After a brief recollection, Jason vaguely remembered that his name was Liam. His family was involved in construction, real estate, and finance. Due to family disagreements, they had become enemies over the years, with Liam as the backbone of another small faction, and those around him were Liam's lackeys, often bullying others in school.

Of course, Liam had a terrible reputation among their classmates, and Jason Hart wasn't much better. It was like the pot calling the kettle black, with both often competing for the bottom position in test rankings.

Their family backgrounds were equally formidable, making it difficult for either to completely suppress the other.

Today, seizing the opportunity, Liam had been waiting for Jason Hart at the school gate since early morning.

The second question, significantly more important, was what kind of business had his old man invested in that led to such a massive loss?

According to Liam, the news seemed to have spread only in a small circle, indicating it had just happened.

Being the only child, Jason Hart was obviously considering his father's money as his own wealth in advance. Liam was particularly concerned, calculating that he needed to find out quickly if there was a chance to salvage the situation, even though he had no formal education in finance or business.

Although Jason Hart hadn't studied finance and had only made a small investment of twenty thousand dollars in funds, which he quickly regretted, he transformed into a "strategic planning master" who had an exceptional understanding of future trends in 1997. His insight far surpassed Emma's father, making him seem like a legendary figure in comparison.

Uninterested in arguing with Liam, Jason Hart quickly asked Jiang Yu, "Did something go wrong with my dad's business? Do you know?"

Emma felt a bitter sense of frustration. She retorted, "My parents have been worrying about this recently, and your dad is also in distress. Are you really unaware?"

Emma's father was an instructor, and her mother served as the financial director. The two families had cooperated for many years, sharing a close relationship. Jason Hart recognized a hint of sarcasm in Emma's words, scratching his face and saying, "If I knew, why would I ask you? I've been busy studying recently. Maybe my dad didn't want to disturb me, knowing it would bother me."

Hearing this, Emma's lips twitched. She couldn't believe he was actually focusing on studying.

Sighing deeply, Emma explained, "In the past few years, the real estate market in Hong Kong was doing well. Your uncle and two friends partnered to pool together forty-five billion dollars to buy land and invest in three high-end real estate projects, totaling around twenty-seven dollars per investment."

The more Jason Hart listened, the brighter his eyes became. While others might not understand, he knew that after this temporary setback and when Hong Kong truly recovered, overcoming the imminent financial crisis, the real estate market could rebound significantly and continue to reach new heights.

He hadn't delved into the details, but he had a general idea. Despite his limited knowledge, he had watched enough TV dramas and news reports to have a vague impression."

At least there are houses and land. It shouldn't be too much of a loss," Jason Hart commented.

Emma, understanding the situation, didn't challenge him publicly. She added, "The current issue is that one of your dad's friends wants to withdraw his investment, and the other friend isn't willing to take over. Three or four years ago, your dad started building in Central, and he's now short of cash. The bank refuses to lend during this time, especially with real estate as collateral. They consider the risk too high, and there's no one willing to buy the houses."

After listening, Jason Hart roughly understood. The key issue was that a partner wanted to withdraw, and the houses, invested with so much money, couldn't be sold temporarily. With his old man unable to come up with so much cash to take over, the project might be in trouble.

In his past life, he never owned a house, always dreaming of buying one. He had some understanding of real estate projects, as he had worked as a project supervisor. As he said, at least there were houses, and there was a chance for a rebound.

Although the situation at home was tricky, it wasn't as dire as being on the brink of life and death. There would definitely be troubles, but with some brainstorming, a solution could probably be found.

Thinking of this, Jason Hart's mood suddenly calmed down. Waving his hand, he said, "It's a small trouble. It's okay. I thought maybe I lost money in the stock market or the company my dad invested in went under. With houses on hand, even if they sit idle, they won't be a loss. Since I was young, I've wanted to be a landlord, collecting rent with a sack full of money."

Liam, not hiding his disdain, continued to add insult to injury, saying, "There are wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong who inspect their own properties by helicopter. You're probably not far from jumping off a helicopter. My dad is smart. He made seven or eight billion dollars trading stocks in the last two years, and it's still rising. Follow me in the future, I'll give you a share, and you won't starve."

Looking at Liam, Su Yehao recalled the famous financial crisis, seemingly happening around the time of Hong Kong's return.

Thinking that it would be best not to sell, it would be great to get stuck.

Jason Hart replied with a smile, "If I were to jump, I'd definitely take you with me..."

Heading towards the school.

Jason Hart was immersed in his thoughts, silent.

The newly built campus, not even a few years old, was mostly covered with green lawns, and palm trees transplanted from elsewhere were neatly arranged.

Students wore uniforms, brimming with youth and vitality. Everything seemed particularly beautiful.

Seeing Jason Hart so quiet, deeply focused on thinking, Emma couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It must be admitted that Jason Hart's appearance was indeed handsome.

Emma tried to console him, saying, "Don't be too anxious. Your dad has many friends; he'll surely find a solution. A local Hong Kong company is already considering acquiring, in negotiations, but unfortunately, their offer is too low. There will be some losses for sure, but Uncle Su is still young, as long as he doesn't harm his vitality."

"I'm not worried. If we lose here, we can earn it back," Jason Hart said with an extremely positive attitude. No matter what, he had gained a lot in this rebirth, the only difference being extremely rich and extremely, extremely rich.

Staring at the two girls walking in front of them, he chuckled and sighed, "Being young is great. A gust of wind at this moment, it's simply amazing. Who can resist the fluttering skirts of an eighteen-year-old girl?"

Emma, inexplicably irritated, quickened her pace and ignored him.

Seeing Emma's back.

The legs beneath the short skirt were whiter and longer.

Sensing Jason Hart's gaze, Emma instantly turned around, and sure enough...

She gave a light snort and shouted, "Hurry up! We'll be late if you don't!"