In Wang Cong's previous life, he wasn't a financial tycoon. After he graduated from the Chinese Academy of Drama, he had been in Hengdian for many years. In the end, he became a handsome teacher at a private art school among the shameless radical teachers.
Cough cough, the key word was handsome!
Other than teaching, he also wrote some film reviews and helped promote some movies and TV shows.
When he had nothing to do, Wang Cong would form a group with a few friends he knew in Hengdian to trick coal bosses and real estate developers into investing in popular movies.
According to this calculation, he was actually a literary and art worker.
It was even to the extent that…
Even before he was reborn, he was discussing his life ideals and script standards with a fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged backup cannon who had just graduated from art school.
Originally, the two of them had agreed to fight until dawn. In the end, they did not expect that they would die before they could get rid of the water!
It was a blessing in disguise.
Looking at himself now, Wang Cong knew that sometimes when God closed a window, he might open another door.
………………
The place where Wang Cong was at was located in the east of Dengshikou, Shijia Alley.
This place was famous in Beijing.
It was known as the wealthiest alley in Yanjing!
Once upon a time, the people who lived here were either rich or noble.
A eunuch with power that could topple the court and a scholar whose name would be recorded in history.
As the saying goes, the wind and rain always blow away the wind.
Until today.
This place had become a residential area.
In time for this year's Olympics, the housing prices here had already reached a jaw-dropping level. It was as high as 60,000 yuan per square meter.
Of course.
This was also related to the best primary school in Yanjing, Shijia Primary School.
In addition.
The geographical advantage of this place was obvious.
To the west was the Forbidden City, and to the east was Tianmen Square. The distance was less than a thousand meters.
The house that Wang Cong lived in was a proper three-in-one courtyard. In the future, it would be worth at least a few hundred million!
That's right.
60,000 yuan per square meter was not considered high compared to the future value of this place.
One had to know that in a few years, the property prices here would start at least 100,000 yuan!
It could only be said that the increase in housing prices was incomprehensible.
"I don't have to worry about the matters at home.”
After coming out of the bathroom, Wang Cong was thinking about what he should do.
He spoke his mind.
Being born in such a family, his starting point was much higher than ordinary people.
Casually taking out 500 million yuan for his son to practice was not something every father could do.
With this sum of money, Wang Cong was confident that he could give his father a surprise!
He definitely wouldn't invest in esports.
Not only was it boring to play around, but there were too many messy things. Wang Cong was not in the mood to pay attention to them.
It was the same in the live streaming industry.
Not only did he not earn much money, he was also embarrassed. He was not that bored.
With that time and money, it would be better for him to invest in a few companies that would become popular in the future.
Moreover…
Wang Cong was very clear about his own abilities. In his previous life, his level was not even as good as the original Wang Cong. After all, the former had studied in England for at least a few years.
Other than acting, coaxing female students, and tricking tycoons into making movies, he really did not know anything else.
Wait a minute!
Wang Cong suddenly realized something.
It was 2008!
Weibo had yet to appear, and the era of entertainment had yet to arrive.
Original Gods, League of Legends, and Honor of Kings, games that were sought after by countless players, had yet to appear.
The Internet!
Entertainment!
Wang Cong had decided on his next target.
At this moment, his phone rang.
"Little Cong, what's up?"
On the other end of the phone, it was a voice full of Beijing slang.
Hearing his words, Wang Cong immediately confirmed the other party's identity in his mind.
His uncle's cousin, Lin Yuanfang.
Born in a military family, Lin Yuanfang was five years older than her and could be considered the most useless hedonistic son in the family.
In Wang Cong's uncle's words, this guy was not cut out to be a soldier, nor did he have the ability to enter politics. He was just a good-for-nothing who was waiting to die.
However, Lin Yuanfang didn't mind. He continued to hang out with his group of scoundrels every day.
Relying on his family's connections, he was doing quite well.
Moreover, he was very smart. He did not cause trouble for his family and did not touch things that he should not touch. To be honest, Wang Cong was very envious of this cousin of his.
After all, he did not feel as much pressure as he did.
If this 500 million yuan was lost, he would have to go home and inherit the tens of billions of assets of the Grand Corporation.
"I just woke up. I'm going out for dinner."
Wang Cong composed himself and said casually.
"I haven't eaten yet either. There's a party tonight organized by a woman surnamed Li in Yanjing. There are a few girls from Central Drama and Northern Film Academy.”
Lin Yuanfang said with a smile.
Wang Cong frowned and prepared to reject the other party.
But in the next second, Lin Yuanfang's words stunned him.
"That woman wants to remake 'Dream of the Red Chamber', so she made a set of twelve golden hairpins. See if there's anything you like tonight and take it with you.”
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