“Hey!”

“You’re scaring me.”

“I don’t believe in any prophetic abilities. It’s all deception. Xia Ziyu probably learned that information somewhere. It was just one-time intelligence – she hasn’t been able to ‘predict’ anything since…”

Du Zhaohui disliked this feeling, completely unable to understand what was wrong with Xia Xiaolan.

His stream of words finally awakened Xia Xiaolan from her thoughts.

Was she shocked?

It didn’t seem particularly shocking.

The clues had been there all along – she just hadn’t taken Xia Ziyu seriously, so she’d overlooked them.

She glanced at Du Zhaohui: “The world is vast. It’s not strange to have one or two special people. Xia Ziyu’s prophetic ability might have some credibility. However, I think this ability is quite useless. Looking at her situation, these so-called ‘predictions’ are hit-or-miss, without much practical value.”

Xia Ziyu probably hadn’t done well in her previous life.

Xia Xiaolan couldn’t understand how many “major events” the other person remembered, but Xia Ziyu’s actions left her speechless.

No wonder she always felt Xia Ziyu’s intelligence was inconsistent, occasionally sparking decent ideas. Each time Xia Xiaolan was about to be impressed, Xia Ziyu would implement those ideas chaotically… Knowing what but not knowing why – this description suited Xia Ziyu perfectly.

Add to that “eyes bigger than ability.”

Du Zhaohui hadn’t expected Xia Xiaolan to believe in that nonsensical “prophetic” ability.

His expression turned strange, then alert:

“You say it’s hit-or-miss, so when does it work? Could it be that she made correct predictions in front of the old man, earning his attention… No, if she had proven her ability, the old man would have locked her up already.”

Even an inconsistent prophetic ability would be amazing – the old man would never let such a woman roam free.

Xia Xiaolan thought it impossible too.

Knowing when the Soviet Union would change leadership wasn’t strange – perhaps in her previous life, Xia Ziyu happened to remember this international news.

But assuming Xia Ziyu hadn’t done well in her previous life, how could she have had access to Hong Kong’s wealthy families?

That possibility was practically zero.

Even if Xia Ziyu remembered some news about major events, with her demonstrated perspective, she definitely wouldn’t have understood the reasons in her previous life. Only seeing results without understanding the process, what could she influence?

Not being familiar with the living environment or industries from her previous life, it would be hard to notice when certain companies’ ownership changed, which areas would develop, and which plots of land would be traded – this was why Xia Xiaolan chose to start in Pengcheng.

In her previous life, after graduating from university, Xia Xiaolan started as a salesperson and stayed in Pengcheng for many years, working her way up while witnessing the Special Economic Zone’s rise.

She tried to analyze from the perspective of an ordinary person who hadn’t done well.

If not coincidentally living in Hong Kong and understanding its development plans thoroughly, what ‘prophetic’ help could Xia Ziyu offer Du Chengrong?

None.

For an ordinary person unexpectedly “reborn,” the most memorable money-making opportunity might just be desperately hoarding houses before property prices skyrocketed.

Come to think of it, Xia Ziyu should have been buying houses frantically.

Just like how she had earlier advised Zhou Cheng that money sitting idle was useless, better buy some Beijing properties– wait, let her think this through. Initially, Xia Ziyu’s family restaurant failed, and then the tutoring business had an accident. Before fleeing to Hong Kong, Xia Ziyu probably hadn’t saved much money, so there were no house-buying plans.

Du Zhaohui had given Xia Ziyu a check though.

Later, when catching Zhang Cui following someone at Xidan, Zhang Cui said she wanted to open a shop there.

It seems Xia Ziyu had planned to use Du Zhaohui’s money as capital for business.

With house prices in the 80s, buying two years earlier or later didn’t make much difference…

Once in Hong Kong, Xia Ziyu no longer needed to save money for houses. Du Zhaohui, that fool, had built her a ladder to heaven – becoming Du Chengrong’s woman meant no more need to save money. Comrade Xia Ziyu had transcended the basic strategy of saving money to buy houses and waiting for price increases.

Wait so many years?

No, Xia Ziyu wanted immediate glory.

“She’ll probably do real estate business.”

Xia Xiaolan’s sudden words startled Du Zhaohui.

“How do you know?”

“Just a guess!”

Hmm, even this could be guessed.

Du Zhaohui still trusted Xia Xiaolan’s judgment.

“Hong Kong properties keep rising. The villa I sold to Tang Yuanyue last year was 14 million Hong Kong dollars. This year, a similar house might cost over 18 million!”

Property investment was extremely profitable.

Hong Kong people had forgotten the news of loan defaults, bankruptcies, and suicides during the recent market downturn, all rushing into property speculation.

Though Du Zhaohui had refused Tang Yuanyue’s goodwill and didn’t buy back the villa at the original price, saying he’d return to Hong Kong only to eventually take over the Du family mansion… but without owning property, he felt uneasy. After New Year, when Du Chengrong gave him this year’s ‘pocket money,’ Du Zhaohui, long abstaining from nightlife entertainment, simply used the money to buy buildings.

Tang Yuanyue was buying buildings too.

The Tang family not only built their hotels but also purchased entire apartment buildings.

This was Hong Kong’s current situation – anyone with some financial means was speculating in real estate, with several property companies’ stock prices soaring. If Xia Ziyu expressed interest in the real estate business, it wouldn’t be strange for Du Chengrong to let her try.

The situation looked promising – a business following the general environment would have lower chances of loss.

But with Hong Kong’s expensive land prices, would the old man spend so much money to please a woman?

Even Chengrong Group had to bleed heavily to buy land in Hong Kong.

The board wouldn’t agree to let the Du family’s concubine manage such a business. Du Zhaohui himself was now a shareholder and indeed hadn’t heard such proposals – surely the old man was just spending his own money to please a woman.

Du Zhaohui muttered, “Hong Kong land prices are so expensive, she can’t afford them, so–“

Xia Xiaolan naturally continued, “So she came to Pengcheng. It’s close to Hong Kong, built houses won’t go unsold, and development costs are lower. I wondered why she wouldn’t stay in Hong Kong for her pregnancy but came to attend the club’s opening ceremony. I suggest you go in quickly. Xia Ziyu’s using the Du family name to network in the VIP lounge – some members might take a liking to her and throw her a project… She’s not trying to start her own business, she’s trying to take a slice of your cake.”

Du Zhaohui’s expression was beyond mere description as “ugly.”

“What about you?”

Xia Xiaolan pointed to the verdant lawn, “The scenery here is beautiful. I can walk around, and I need to meet up with my uncle and the others anyway.”

Xia Xiaolan wasn’t going to the VIP lounge?

Right, there was no point, and she’d have to see Xia Ziyu’s smug, nauseating face.