Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

57: Chapter 57 Holy crap... Batman?!The reply came almost instantly, from Lin Wan:

”Okay, Dad. But... a few classmates are coming along, so it’s best if the private room is a bit larger.”

Seeing his daughter reply so quickly and specifically mention her classmates, Lin Feng’s smile widened.

She was clearly feeling shy!

Young people in love liked to bring friends along as cover; he understood!

He immediately called the restaurant again to upgrade the private room.

”It’s too late to head to school now, so let’s just finish talking about business first.” Su Bai remained nonchalant about attending the sudden birthday banquet and quickly steered the conversation back to work.

”By the way, Uncle Lin, how is the progress on the mobile porting and development of the game?”

”The mobile side,” Lin Guohua rubbed his chin, his expression turning more serious.

”There are indeed some technical hurdles, mainly regarding the hardware performance and optimization for current phones. However, this bottleneck won’t last long, as mobile devices are iterating very rapidly now. Your father has already noticed this trend, and Su Tech began planning for next-generation mobile chips and graphics processing technology long ago. I believe they’ll be able to keep up with the demand soon.”

”My dad... does that too?” Su Bai was genuinely surprised this time.

He knew the Su Family’s industries were vast, but as a hands-off manager, he hadn’t really looked into the specific fields they were involved in.

Hearing this, Lin Guohua couldn’t help but chuckle, looking at Su Bai with a hint of envy and deep feeling. ”Su Bai, have you... ever actually cared about how large your family’s business really is?”

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat complex. ”Let’s put it this way: the Su Family’s business landscape has long since formed a near-perfect closed-loop ecosystem.”

”Closed-loop?” Su Bai arched an eyebrow. The use of this economic term here piqued his interest.

”Exactly.” Lin Guohua picked up his teacup and organized his thoughts, trying to explain it in the simplest way possible.

”For example: a small community shop buys stock from a food factory under your Su Family and sells it to local residents. The residents earn money and spend it—buying clothes, which might be from a clothing brand controlled by the Su Family; buying appliances, which might come from an electronics company invested in by the Su Family; even watching movies, buying houses, buying cars, or handling financial services... In the end, there’s a high probability that this money will flow back into the massive system of the Su Corporation through various channels in the form of profits, rent, interest, or investment returns. It’s like a giant cycle where capital, resources, and products circulate, and the hub and greatest beneficiary is always the Su Family.”

”What the... Batman.”

After hearing this, Su Bai was silent for a few seconds before uttering that line.

Previously, he only felt that spending money was satisfying and his family never restricted him. Now, he finally had a direct sense of just how deep the foundation behind this rich second-generation heir experience card truly was.

This wasn’t just being simple rich; it was the construction of a commercial empire.

With these conditions, why would those idiots who transmigrated here need to work hard?

And they still insist on sucking up to the female protagonist?

Why bother working hard at all!

”Batman?” Lin Guohua was taken aback by the strange metaphor, but then shook his head with a smile. ”But you’re still young; you don’t need to think about these things yet. Once you gradually take over the Su Family in the future, you’ll naturally understand everything.”

”Me? Take over?” As if he had heard something troublesome, Su Bai immediately shook his head like a rattle and waved his hand dismissively.

”Don’t! My dad is only in his early forties, in his prime, and has more energy than I do. At this rate, he can work until ninety and retire with honor without any pressure. Let the old man carry this heavy burden for a few more years.”

”Hahahaha!” Lin Guohua laughed heartily at Su Bai’s righteous attitude of living off his parents. ”You brat, I think you’re the one with the true ultimate capitalist mindset! You’ve even calculated your own father’s surplus value so clearly, planning to squeeze him dry to the end!”

Su Bai shrugged noncommittally. To him, how could managing a commercial empire be more interesting than playing games and enjoying life?

If you can spend money while lying down, why stand up and suffer?

Actually, earning hundreds of millions at every turn is quite painful. Su Bai doesn’t touch money; he has no interest in money~

In the afternoon, the Su Corporation Headquarters Building, the 500th floor! The top floor!

Sunlight streamed through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the spacious Chairman’s office.

Uncle Fu stood upright before the large mahogany desk, placing a thin folder on the polished surface with both hands. ”Master, regarding Miss Mu Xue, who is by the Young Master’s side, a new situation has arisen. A young man named Xiao Fan seems to be an old acquaintance of hers and has already transferred to the Young Master’s school. Based on preliminary observations, this person might... cause some unnecessary interference for the Young Master.”

Su Zheng looked up from a financial report, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes holding a hint of understanding and a touch of indifference. ”It’s perfectly normal for young people to have some emotional entanglements and competition. In the end, these things depend on one’s own ability. If he can’t hold his ground or win the competition, he can’t blame others.”

His tone was very flat.

”Master, this time might be... slightly different.” Uncle Fu bowed slightly and pushed the folder on the desk forward another half-inch. ”These are some basic details found on Xiao Fan so far. Please have a look.”

Hearing this, Su Zheng arched an eyebrow in slight surprise, reaching for the folder while glancing at Uncle Fu with a teasing tone. ”What, did that boy win you over with just one celebratory banquet? Now you’re even keeping an eye out and preparing files on his potential rivals?”

He was referring to the previous family banquet where Su Bai insisted on Uncle Fu eating at the same table.

A trace of warmth flashed quickly across Uncle Fu’s otherwise impassive face.

He bowed slightly and replied respectfully, ”Master, you’re joking. I simply feel that the Young Master has gradually gotten on the right track recently and has invested quite a bit of thought into serious matters, which is quite rare. At this stage, it’s best not to have his mood and rhythm disturbed by pointless conflicts.”

His words remained restrained, but his subtle attention to Su Bai’s recent situation and his faint sense of protection were already evident.

In fact, before Su Bai turned ten, Uncle Fu’s attitude toward him was entirely that of a standard professional butler—rigorous and thorough, but with clear boundaries, only executing the instructions of Su Zheng and Shang Hui without asking questions or getting emotionally involved.

However, as Su Bai grew up, especially over the past year or so, Uncle Fu truly watched how this young man, behind a facade of laziness, quietly accomplished one thing after another that made people look at him in a new light.

The more they interacted, the more that professional detachment in his heart unconsciously transformed into the relief and concern of an elder.