Chapter 2: How Do You Spend Several Million in Your Hands?

Around noon, a middle-aged male voice sounded outside Huang Feiyang’s door.

“Young Master Huang, lunch is ready!”

Hearing the voice, Huang Feiyang was momentarily taken aback.

“I know!”

He paused what he was doing and slowly walked out.

There stood a middle-aged man dressed as a butler, quietly waiting.

Immediately, Huang Feiyang recalled the identity of this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Uncle Lin!

He was the old butler of the Huang family!

Apparently, when his father was young, this man had already come to serve as their family butler.

“Where are my parents?”

Instinctively, Huang Feiyang asked casually.

“The master and mistress are currently on a business trip in the United States,” the butler replied without hesitation. “They won’t be back for another half month.”

“Oh.”

Nodding, Huang Feiyang took the lead and headed downstairs to the dining room on the first floor.

Two delicate-looking young maids were standing quietly by the side.

On the table, there were eight dishes and one soup laid out.

Quite extravagant!

Huang Feiyang muttered silently to himself.

“Sit down and eat together,” he said. “I can’t finish it all by myself anyway.”

After sitting down and looking at the three, Huang Feiyang frowned.

For a moment, he felt somewhat out of place.

Accidentally reborn as the eldest young master?

This feeling was indeed a bit strange.

Hearing Huang Feiyang’s words, the three were stunned, all looking at him with eyes full of bewilderment.

What’s gotten into Young Master Huang?

Unanimously, the same question popped up in their minds.

At the same time, none of them showed any intention to move.

After persuading them a few more times and seeing their continued hesitation and awkward expressions, Huang Feiyang began to eat alone.

When he finished, Uncle Lin looked at him hesitantly.

“Hm?”

“Just say it directly if there’s something.”

Huang Feiyang glanced at him coolly.

“Young Master Huang, aren’t you going to school today?”

“The master and mistress said you must stay at school for the month leading up to the college entrance exam.”

After a moment of hesitation, Uncle Lin stammered.

“Then I’ll go to school.”

After a brief pause, Huang Feiyang said casually.

School?

Heh.

Suddenly, two thoughts flashed through his mind.

By all rights, they should be his classmates now, right?

He wondered what state they were in now.

Curiosity stirred within him.

“Alright!”

Huang Feiyang’s words made Uncle Lin breathe a sigh of relief.

“Prepare the car!”

Then he took out a walkie-talkie and issued a command.

Stepping out of the villa, Huang Feiyang saw the extended version of the Mercedes-Benz in the yard and couldn’t help but think to himself:

Being wealthy is truly wonderful!

The school Huang Feiyang attended was the best in Yang City.

Yang City No.1 High School!

Actually, given his family background and wealth, attending some top-tier private school would have been no problem at all.

Yet, his parents hadn’t chosen that route.

Their reasoning was simple: they worried their precious son would cause trouble outside their watchful eyes.

It was safer to keep him within these familiar grounds.

Sitting in the back seat, watching the scenery pass by, Huang Feiyang fell into deep thought.

At that moment, his mind was occupied with one thing:

How to spend the several million in his hands?

How to maximize the benefits?

He needed to quickly accumulate his initial capital!

In fact, Huang Feiyang had considered asking his parents for more money.

More money!

But after some thought, he abandoned the idea.

After all, in their eyes, he was nothing but a wealthy wastrel.

A prodigal son who only knew how to indulge in pleasures.

The only merit they saw in him was probably that he never actively caused trouble or did anything wrong.

They would never easily give him more money.

In fact, it was impossible.

So why waste words?

Telling them he was reborn?

Huang Feiyang simply wasn’t that reckless.

He didn’t want to bring trouble upon himself.

Half an hour later, Huang Feiyang arrived at the gates of Yang City No.1 High School.

He leisurely stepped out of the car and entered the school.

Looking around at the familiar campus scenery, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

It seemed that in his previous life, he had also spent three years at this school.

At the security office, an elderly man and a lean middle-aged man both watched Huang Feiyang’s back with puzzled expressions.

“Old Zhang, what wind is blowing today? This eldest young master actually came to school?”

The lean man said as he stared after Huang Feiyang.

“Don’t know!”

“Maybe he’s in a good mood?”

Shaking his head, the old man replied with a wry smile.

Unbeknownst to Huang Feiyang, the two guards exchanged words.

At that moment, he was on the phone.

He was entrusting someone to handle a few matters for him.

First, to register some offshore companies in Hong Kong.

Second, to help him open accounts at securities and futures companies in Hong Kong.

Third, to arrange his travel documents like permits and passports.

Yes!

Huang Feiyang’s first target was the stock and futures markets.

He was quite familiar with this area.

Combined with the advantage of foresight, he was confident he could make a fortune in a short time.

Once he had his first pot of gold, he could do more.

Such as investing in internet companies?

Or starting a tech company?

If possible, he even planned to make inroads into semiconductors, lithography machines, software, and hardware fields.

In his previous life, China had been severely restricted by others in these areas.

This time, could he turn the tables and choke their development instead?

Though it was bound to be an extremely difficult path, Huang Feiyang was unwilling to let the opportunity pass without trying.

He believed that since fate had granted him a second chance at life, he had to make something of it.

When he reached the door of Class 8, Senior Year, Huang Feiyang instantly became the center of attention.

It was break time, and almost everyone in the classroom looked at him in shock or disbelief.

Including the subject teacher who had just stepped down from the podium!

Had the sun risen from the west today?

This class-skipping king actually came to school?

In the entire senior year, hadn’t he been absent for nearly all the days?

Many secretly muttered in their hearts.

In the corner of the classroom, a young ice-cold beauty in pristine white uniform, with flowing black hair and a youthful figure, also glanced at Huang Feiyang in surprise.

This guy?

Actually came to school?

She gently shook her head, looked at the empty seat beside her, then lowered her head and continued working on her exercises.