792: Chapter 787 Special Praise

Song Guoliang laughed heartily on the other end of the phone.

"Good! A truly impolite one!"

"I like this ruthlessness of yours!"

"By the way, since things are chaotic over there, can our shipping business start expanding its reach in that direction?"

A sharp glint flashed in Shen Yan's eyes.

This old fox has incredibly keen instincts.

With the Cavendish Family falling, the logistics and energy markets in Europe would face a massive vacuum.

"Old Song, come over to the manor for dinner tonight."

"Coincidentally, I have a good bottle of wine here. We can chat while we drink."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Yan took a deep breath. The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and grass.

It felt good to be alive.

Especially when your enemies have all fallen.

But this was only the beginning.

Artificial Intelligence, quantum communication, solid-state batteries.

The cards in his hand were growing more numerous.

Shen Yan stood up, picked up Shen An, and held him high above his head.

The little fellow let out a giggling laugh, waving his hands and feet excitedly.

Youyou also ran over and hugged Shen Yan's leg.

"Daddy! I want to fly too!"

"Okay, both of you fly."

Shen Yan held one child in each arm and spun around on the lawn.

Liu Hui watched from the side, her eyes full of tenderness.

In the distance, Chen Guangke's car slowly drove into the manor.

An Ran and Ning Ke were sitting in the car.

It seemed everyone for the celebration banquet had arrived.

That celebration banquet, which shook the entire business community of Jinghai, lasted until three in the morning.

Song Guoliang got drunk and insisted on becoming sworn brothers with Shen Yan.

Chen Guangke even cried his eyes out while hugging the bottle of red wine worth tens of thousands, muttering about the days when they ate instant noodles in a shabby studio.

Only Shen Yan woke up the next day with a perfectly clear mind.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom in the manor.

Shen Yan rubbed his temples and glanced at the empty pillow beside him.

Liu Hui had already left.

Ever since being promoted to Operations Director of the company, she was even busier than Shen Yan.

There was a sticky note on the bedside table.

The handwriting was elegant, bearing a sense of haste.

"Hubby, breakfast is in the pot. I'm off to an early meeting. Youyou has a parent-teacher conference at two this afternoon, and I really can't get away, so please go. Love you."

Shen Yan picked up the note, a slight curve forming on his lips.

Shen Yan got up to wash.

The man in the mirror had a little less of his usual sharpness around the eyes, replaced by the gentle look of a family man.

The interface for the tycoon system was quiet.

Today's Daily Intelligence hadn't refreshed yet.

Perhaps the system figured the Host had just pulled off a big one and needed some rest and recuperation.

Shen Yan wasn't wearing a suit.

He casually threw on a grey hooded sweatshirt, paired with loose-fitting jeans.

On his feet were a pair of slightly worn athletic shoes.

This outfit, thrown into a crowd, wouldn't even draw a second glance.

In the garage, the off-road beast modified by Chen Guangke lay quietly.

Shen Yan didn't drive it.

It was too conspicuous.

He walked toward the Audi A6 in the corner, which they had bought purely for convenience when grocery shopping.

A regular black sedan, blending into the traffic of Jinghai like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

Youyou attended St. Paul's International Primary School.

Jinghai's top private school.

The tuition here was 300,000 a year, not including various miscellaneous study tour fees.

Outside the school gate, luxury cars were gathered densely.

rolls-royces, Bentleys, and maybachs completely blocked the already wide road.

Wealthy madams dressed in jewels and pearls, or portly bosses, were exchanging pleasantries.

"Oh, CEO Wang, I heard your company just secured that landmark project?"

"Not at all, just small business. But Mrs. Li, didn't your child win the gold medal in the piano competition again this time?"

The air was thick with the scent of money and comparison.

Shen Yan parked his car in a public parking spot two hundred meters away from the school entrance.

He put his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely toward the gate.

The security guard at the gate glanced at Shen Yan's attire, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

At this school, a parent dressed like that was a rare sight.

"Sir, please present your pick-up card."

The guard stopped him.

His attitude wasn't exactly arrogant, but it clearly carried a scrutinizing tone.

Shen Yan pulled the pink card out of his pocket.

It had Shen Youyou's close-up photo printed on it, smiling with her eyes squinted into crescents.

"You may enter."

The guard let him pass.

The third-grade, second-class classroom was on the second floor.

As Shen Yan reached the doorway, he heard a commotion coming from inside.

Dozens of parents had already filled the classroom.

They were all exchanging business cards.

This wasn't a parent-teacher conference; it was clearly a low-budget business reception.

Shen Yan found Youyou's seat according to the seating chart on the blackboard.

Third row, by the window, a prime location.

The desk drawer was tidied up very cleanly, and the textbooks were stacked neatly in the upper right corner.

Shen Yan sat down.

The primary school chair was a bit too short for him.

He could only awkwardly tuck his long legs under the desk.

Next to him sat a woman wearing a Chanel suit, touching up her lipstick while looking in a compact mirror.

She glanced at Shen Yan, her brow furrowing slightly.

As if trying to determine the background of this man dressed casually.

"Are you Shen Youyou's father?"

The woman spoke, her tone carrying a hint of condescending probing.

Shen Yan nodded.

"I am."

"Oh."

The woman closed her compact mirror.

"I am Zhang Zixuan's mother. Zixuan mentioned that your Youyou got a perfect score in all subjects again in this midterm exam?"

"Just lucky."

Shen Yan replied casually.

The woman chuckled softly.

"Luck is also a form of strength. However, in an international school like this, just having good grades isn't enough; you also need to look at overall quality and family resources."

"My Zixuan is a bit weak in math, but that's so he can free up time to practice equestrianism and golf."

"After all, he's going to Eton College later; the network is very important."

Shen Yan offered a polite smile but didn't pick up the conversation.

He didn't want to waste time on this topic.

If this woman knew that the so-called 'network' she spoke of wasn't even fit to carry Shen Yan's shoes, he wondered what her expression would be.

Just then, the homeroom teacher walked in.

The classroom instantly quieted down.

The homeroom teacher was a young girl who had recently graduated, named Lin.

She wore her hair in a ponytail and black-rimmed glasses, looking very capable.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

Teacher Lin turned on the projector.

On the screen was a huge statistics table of the exam results.

Occupying the first position, surprisingly, was Shen Youyou.

Three perfect scores, dazzlingly red.

"For this exam, I want to give special commendation to student Shen Youyou."

Teacher Lin's gaze fell upon Shen Yan.

"Not only is she first in the class, but she is also the only student in the entire grade to achieve a perfect score."

"Furthermore, her essay, 'My Father,' was written with great depth and was selected as the lead piece for the school publication."

Various gazes turned toward him—envy, jealousy, and scrutiny.

The Zhang Zixuan's mother beside him had a slightly stiff expression.

Shen Yan sat there, his back straight.

That feeling of pride was even more intense than when he earned thirty billion.

This was his daughter.

She was the light that sustained him through countless desperate nights.