Chapter 628: Snob

Chapter 628
The next day, Zhou Hao, who was sleeping very comfortably with Wang Xijun hugging cotton, was awakened by the ringing of the phone.
It's Song Jiahao: "Boss, I have found the Zhou Qiyao you asked me to check. I have sent the detailed information to your email."
"Well, by the way, I made an investment plan and sent it to you by the way. You and Williworth will study it carefully. The plan contains my predictions for the Hong Kong financial market in the next few months. After reading it, if you have any questions, please contact me again."
Cautiously put Wang Xijun, who was lying in his arms, on the bed, Zhou Hao got up and turned on the computer, and saw the email from Song Jiahao.
Photos of Zhou Qiyao and his family are also attached to the information. In the photo, Zhou Qiyao's hair is gray but meticulously combed. There are a few old spots on his face with sagging skin and big bags under his eyes. It looks like a normal seventies. The old man is about the same age, but the expensive suit on him makes him look very rich.
According to the information sent by Song Jiahao, Zhou Qiyao immigrated to Hong Kong in 1962. He first worked as a handyman in a foreign company, and then slowly climbed to the position of manager through his own efforts. However, the foreign company just happened to close down due to poor management. So Zhou Qiyao used all his savings to open a small garment processing factory. After several years of hard work, Zhou Qiyao's factory expanded several times and became the first wealthy class in Hong Kong.
At that time, 35-year-old Zhou Qiyao married the then "Miss Xiangjiang" Guan Zhicai, and gave birth to his only son Zhou Lipo the following year. Later, Zhou Qiyao predicted that Hong Kong's light industry would develop rapidly. He switched from garment processing to the development of toy production, and sold them to Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States, and gradually became Hong Kong's toy industry giant. Now he has accumulated a wealth of HK$2 billion.
Zhou Qiyao has nothing similar to Zhou Qiliang in Zhou Hao's impression. Without knowing the inside story, no one would have thought that Zhou Qiliang would have such a rich brother.
He also has a 17-year-old grandson named Zhou Zhiyi. According to the information, although this Zhou Zhiyi who was born with a golden key is not the kind of dude and evil, he is also a typical spoiled and rich child.
Thinking of Zhou Qiyao's wind and water, life is nourishing, but his grandfather's life is exhausted and finally died due to labor illness, Zhou Hao's heart is extremely unbalanced. Even if Zhou Qiyao gave Zhou Qiliang some help back then, Zhou Qiliang might not end up like that.
So Zhou Hao planned that after Zhou Qiyao arrived, he would have a meal with him in order to show the courtesy of the younger generation. Although the other party is ruthless, he can't be rude, but after he has done his courtesy, then the river will not offend the well water. Zhou Hao is not interested in them. Of course, if Zhou Qiyao came for Tongguang Catering Company, Zhou Hao would have to teach him a lesson.
Back to school with Wang Xijun, Zhou Hao's mood was lifted when he saw the lively and lush scenery of the campus. Now he has become more and more coordinated with the school. After entering high school, Zhou Hao spent less than half a semester in school. He came to school now, completely with a holiday mood, on the other hand, he can be considered to relive this kind of teenage life, because in his previous life, he only cared about studying, almost a reading machine, and had no free time to enjoy the real campus life.
As usual, Situ Jianying had been waiting for him and Wang Xijun at the school gate early, and then the three of them went in together, wandered around the campus as a walk, and then returned to the classroom. Zhou Hao had already done ideological work for Situ Jianying and Wang Xijun. Wang Xijun likes literature but not science. Situ Jianying loves fine arts but lacks interest in other subjects. If he is an ordinary student, such a serious bias is very serious. dangerous.
However, Zhou Hao's ability allows them to complete their dreams, and to pursue further studies in the direction they like, there is no difficulty for the two women.
So Wang Xijun no longer worries about his partial subjects, and learns literary knowledge according to his own interests. Situ Jianying doesn't have to worry anymore. He reads comic books with gusto as soon as he goes to class. And Zhou Hao also greeted the school, so no one forced Wang Xijun and Situ Jianying for the issue of grades.
"Okay, be quiet, today is the day when the mid-term exam results are announced." Li Ruolan, as the head teacher, stood on the stage and said a little bit of anger as he glanced over the three Zhou Hao in the back row of the classroom.
Hearing that the results of the mid-term exam will be announced today, the students below wailed. Liu Shichao, who was sitting in front of Zhou Hao, also said with a bitter face: "It's miserable. My physics this time is very bad, and I don't know how many points I can get."
Luo Hui next to him glared at him: "I know it's bad, I asked you to review it carefully, now it's all right."
Looking at the pair of Huanxi friends in front, Zhou Hao was secretly funny, thinking that Liu Shichao and Luo Hui were really a good match. Liu Shichao was not afraid of anyone, so he was just a little pepper like Luo Hui.
Then Li Ruolan announced the results according to the ranking: "The third place in the total score is Zhou Hao, who is ranked 28th in the whole year."
"Wow!"
There was an uproar in the class, because Zhou Hao only came back to school two days before the mid-term exam, and then went to the mid-term exam as usual like everyone else, and was able to get such good results.
Seeing the classmates admire and envy Zhou Hao, Li Ruolan on the stage raised his mouth slightly, and felt a sense of pride in his heart. However, when she saw Situ Jianying and Wang Xijun doing small actions with Zhou Hao behind, she whispered "Hua Xin Gui" in her heart.
Finally, the results of the whole class are announced. Liu Shichao is in the middle reaches and is already very good. After all, Yuning Middle School is the best key middle school in Xiangcheng and a key middle school at the provincial level. Almost all the top students in the city gather Here it is.
Although Wang Xijun is not good in science, but with his advantages, he can still maintain the middle ranking. Situ Jianying is even worse. Because art is not a required course, it is not included in the mid-term exam results. She was ranked in the class this time. To the bottom five.
"Is there any reason?" Situ Jianying hugged Zhou Hao's arm and said angrily: "I have also reviewed for a week, but you guy came to school after playing enough. You can arrange it after reading the book. It’s too unfair to get to third place."
Wang Xijun also looked at him pitifully, because she had also reviewed it carefully. Zhou Hao smiled non-committal. For him, the current level of examination is not difficult at all.
At this time, there was a shock from Zhou Hao's pocket. He took out his mobile phone and found that it was Zhou Lichang's number.
"Xiaohao, are you free now?" Zhou Lichang said on the phone: "Your uncle is here, A Tong has already told you about it. That's right, the second uncle wants to have a meal with our family, Aren I’m not in Xiangcheng with Atong, so I want you to come and meet him. What do you mean?"
After Zhou Hao's beating before, Zhou Lichang is now afraid to put on airs with Zhou Hao.
"I'll go there after school." Zhou Hao replied lightly.
After school, Zhou Hao went home and changed his clothes, and then drove to the Tianbin Hotel that he had agreed with Zhou Lichang.
When he arrived at the luxurious suite on the top floor, Zhou Hao saw a table of people waiting for him. In addition to Zhou Lichang's family, there are three men and one woman. The man with gray hair and brown spots on his eyes and forehead was impressively Zhou Qiyao, and another sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with an impatience but impatient face was Zhou Qiyao's grandson, Zhou Zhiyi. There is also the woman who sits next to Zhou Zhiyi and peels peanuts for him from time to time. She looks in her thirties with dark skin and tall cheekbones. She is actually a Filipino maid.
Finally, there was a middle-aged man in his 50s with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle and a big belly, but Zhou Hao didn't know him.
After Zhou Hao came in, Zhou Lichang and Xu Yongwei quickly stood up and greeted Zhou Hao with a warm smile: "Xiao Hao, are you here?"
"Uncle, Auntie." Zhou Hao nodded to the two.
Zhou Qiyao and the others were still sitting there, their eyes lightly swept over Zhou Hao. Although they had not spoken yet, the expression on their faces was very arrogant.
Zhou Hao was very unhappy with Zhou Qiyao's gaze, because when Zhou Hao's family was still suffering from poverty, Zhou Lichang and Xu Yongwei used this gaze to look at themselves and Yan Tong, which is a typical dog-eye view.
But today's Zhou Hao is not comparable to that of the past. After experiencing so many things, he has become calmer in dealing with people and the world, and he is more mature than in his previous life. So in the face of Zhou Qiyao's eyes that clearly looked down upon him, Zhou Hao showed no clues on his face, and walked straight over, saying, "Hello, uncle."
"You are Aren's son Zhou Hao?" Zhou Qiyao raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhou Hao.
"Yes, I am."
Zhou Qiyao suddenly patted the table and said coldly: "That's how your mother taught you to treat your elders? I'm here as an uncle. It doesn't matter if Aren and Atong are away. I'm so sorry to let so many of us wait for you? You're too big, right?"
Zhou Hao frowned, but didn't have any look of fear, and calmly said: "I'm sorry, because I have to come after school. If there is something wrong, please forgive me, Uncle."
"I'm so rare to come once, you can't ask for a leave?" Zhou Qiyao snorted: "There is really no way to teach!"
He didn't intend to be as knowledgeable as him, and suddenly his face changed abruptly when he heard this.