After my divorce, I started to have good luck
Chapter 235 - 150: Not a Losing Injustice

Chapter 235: Chapter 150: Not a Losing Injustice

The three visitors were Wu Mengting’s aunt and uncle, as well as her uncle’s close nephew, Hong Yongming.

The Wu family of three was somewhat surprised by their arrival, especially that of Hong Yongming, but since they were already there, it wouldn’t be good to turn them away, after all, they were relatives.

It was just that meeting Chen Feng, the apple of Wu Mengting’s eye, was somewhat awkward for the Wu family of three.

"Uncle, Auntie, Tingting, hello."

Upon entering, Hong Yongming just briefly glanced at Chen Feng, then greeted the three members of the Wu family very politely.

"Please, take a seat," Mr. Wu beckoned everyone to sit down.

"Aunt, Uncle, Little Ming," Wu Mengting said as she stood up somewhat reluctantly but still politely greeted them.

"Little Ting, it’s really hard to get a chance to see you nowadays. It’s been almost a year since I last saw you," the aunt said as she came over to hold Wu Mengting’s hand affectionately, sizing her up, "You’ve grown even more beautiful, always a top-notch beauty, and now you have become quite charismatic. Not bad at all."

The uncle, smiling, said, "Little Ting, Little Ming, you haven’t seen each other for two or three years, right? You young people should have a good chat."

Wu Mengting, feeling a bit embarrassed, changed the subject and introduced Chen Feng to them, "He is my sworn brother, Chen Feng."

"Hello," Chen Feng nodded to them with neither servility nor overbearance.

"Sworn brother?" Hong Yongming’s relaxed expression suddenly became guarded as he looked at Chen Feng, "May I ask, Mr. Chen, where do you excel?"

"I’m just an unemployed vagabond at the moment," Chen Feng replied offhandedly.

Wu Mengting quickly explained, "He’s currently trading stocks full-time, and the profits aren’t bad at all."

"Stock trading, huh," Hong Yongming’s mouth twitched slightly, he spoke in a relaxed tone, "I dabble in it occasionally, but it’s unstable, more losses than gains. If you can trade stocks full-time, you must be quite impressive."

Wu Mengting continued the conversation, "He should be okay. My brother has been trading stocks full-time for several months and has made roughly tens of millions, I believe."

Hong Yongming’s expression stiffened.

The others couldn’t help but widen their eyes in surprise, the aunt even said with a skeptical face, "Really? Is it that easy to make money from stock trading?"

The uncle also said, "I have several friends who trade stocks, but over the years, not many have made money; most have lost."

Wu Mengting said with a smile, "Whether one can make money from trading stocks naturally varies from person to person; it’s normal to have both gains and losses. My brother happens to be one of the more capable ones who makes money."

Chen Feng humbly smiled and said, "Don’t listen to Mengting’s nonsense; my stock trading mainly relies on luck. Over the past few months, I haven’t really made tens of millions, currently just around twenty million or so."

Suddenly no one spoke.

After a while, the uncle began, "These young people today are really something. Chen, you’ve made so much just by trading stocks for a few months, and Little Ming, even though he’s young, is also making tens of millions a year now. He’s opened a leather shoe factory in Italy, specializing in high-end shoes and exporting to many countries. Both of you are indeed promising young talents."

Chen Feng shook his head, "I’m not that young anymore. I’ll be exactly thirty after the New Year’s, not really an age that can be considered young."

Mr. Wu said, "In the past, thirty years old indeed wasn’t young, but nowadays, even people in their forties feel young. You and Little Ming are close in age, but you’re both considered outstanding youths."

Hong Yongming chuckled and shook his head, "I can’t compare with Mr. Chen. I work hard all year and can just earn fifty to sixty million, whereas he can make twenty to thirty million in just a few months with a flick of his fingers, much more relaxed than me. What I earn is hard-earned money, while his is easy money."

Although this sounded like praise for Chen Feng, everyone could hear that it was actually a backhanded compliment. What he called "easy money" was really just another way of saying speculative and unreliable.

Wu Mengting, upon hearing this, felt somewhat displeased. She called Hong Yongming "Little Ming brother," but it was just a formality, after all, one must show respect for the relatives of their relatives; he was her aunt’s close nephew, the cousin to her own cousins.

But now that Hong Yongming was deliberately discrediting Chen Feng, she couldn’t stand it and said in an indifferent tone, "My brother makes his living by using his brains, mainly involving thinking. It’s different from your shoe factory, which relies on manual labor, on craftsmanship. They are different types of work."

Realizing Wu Mengting’s stance, Hong Yongming quickly put on a conciliatory smile, "Tingting, you’re right. My business mainly earns money through craftsmanship; it’s a true industry, totally different from Mr. Chen’s stock trading. I have a lot of respect for Mr. Chen being able to make so much money on his own."

This was essentially an admission of defeat. Although Hong Yongming was wary of Chen Feng as a potential love rival, he was also a smart man. Seeing that Wu Mengting cared a lot about Chen Feng, despite his discomfort, he immediately changed his approach and started to compliment Chen Feng.

Sure enough, after he said this, Wu Mengting’s expression improved significantly.

"Mr. Hong, you are too kind. My stock trading really only relies on luck; who knows, I might lose it all any day. It’s not as dependable as managing a solid business like yours."

Chen Feng didn’t see Hong Yongming as a rival; to be honest, he also rather admired him for having set up his own business in a foreign land at a young age. Although he surely had help from his family, there was no doubt about his own abilities as well.

"Haha, you two really seem to understand each other. Then don’t be strangers and call each other ’Mr.’ anymore. Little Ming, just call him like Little Ting does, give him a ’brother,’ won’t you?" the uncle said with a laugh.

Hong Yongming nodded eagerly in agreement and said to Chen Feng with a smile, "Well, that’ll be great. Brother Chen, I’m Hong Yongming, and I look forward to your guidance in the future."

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