The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

By the time Changfu arrived, it was already 8:30 p.m.

This isn't the busiest time at the bar yet, and the most beautiful DJ hasn't taken the stage.

However, quite a few beautiful women had already entered the bar.

"Old Chen, you're a real blessing! If you hadn't called, Yang Qian definitely wouldn't have let me out."

Changfu has gained a lot of weight; he's almost a 200-pound fat man now.

"I just decided to come and have some fun on a whim."

Yang Changwen, Hu Lin, brother-in-law Xiao Pingan, Peng Yu, Yang Kang and the others also came.

Everyone found a seat and sat down.

In the 1990s, bars were actually karaoke rooms, also known as dance halls.

Karaoke has been phased out and replaced by more lively bars.

Fan Xiuqi came over again and asked if they should call some girls over.

What's the point of a bar if it's just a bunch of grown men? The main thing is to have beautiful women.

This is really unnecessary, whether it's Chang Fu or Yang Changwen and his sister-in-law's influencer agency.

There are tons of beautiful internet celebrities.

Of course, you can't call yourself a company employee here. If you're so capable, go flirt in the middle of the dance floor yourself.

When the beautiful DJ took the stage, the atmosphere reached its peak.

Even his cousin Peng Yu was thrilled. It wasn't because the milk chestnut was particularly pretty, but because he thought she was a suitable spokesperson for him.

Imagine having a beautiful female DJ endorse your sexy lingerie.

Flight attendant uniforms, Black Cat Detective, whip-wielding heroines—his lingerie must sell like hotcakes!

Peng Yu loudly shared his idea, and even Chang Fu praised him for his creativity.

Everyone comes here to see beautiful women, and you're here to take pictures of sexy lingerie?
You deserve to make money!

"If you have an idea, just do it."

Changfu patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him to make a date with DJ Milk Chestnut.

This guy wants to hire an online influencer to shoot lingerie photos, he could just tell Lao Chen.

Old Chen is the original internet celebrity.

Who knows, this milk chestnut might be a product of Tengyou Media.

Peng Yu actually mustered up the courage to ask her out, but unfortunately, she's a real heartthrob. With her pure and innocent image, she's standing on the DJ stage and doing a sexy dance for you. How could anyone refuse?

Peng Yu could only squeeze to the back of the crowd. If he wanted to talk to Nai Li alone, he would have to buy at least a few bottles of Ace of Spades.

At that moment, several dazzling words appeared on the screen of the entire bar.

Young Master Wang, who was in charge of covering for others, opened twelve bottles of Ace of Spades in a row.

More than a dozen young women in black stockings held up signs for him, giving the impression that Mr. Zhao was footing the bill for everything.

"Old Chen, you should have met this Young Master Wang before, right?"

"Of course I've met him! He was my classmate in the CEO training program in Beijing. That guy is as flamboyant as ever!"

"He's quite wealthy!"

"His father is Lao Wang. Even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. His family still has a hundred or two hundred billion."

"No wonder!"

It's hard to even comment on Chang Fu anymore. As for Lao Wang, everyone knows him. Over the years, he's been constantly selling off assets to cut his losses and survive.

Even though the old man is like this, his only son is still so carefree.

Fan Xiuqi wanted to run upstairs to see what was going on. Young Master Wang was the most famous person in the nightclub.

Without exception, every time she comes, she brings a few minor internet celebrities.

He's very handsome; you could say that wherever he goes, business will be booming.

The cost of living is also exceptionally high.

Peng Yu returned looking disappointed. He hadn't managed to invite the beautiful DJ; instead, someone had opened a dozen bottles of Ace of Spades and called him upstairs for drinks.

He's a poor guy, so all he can do is sit down and watch people in miniskirts.

Yang Changwen chuckled, "Hey cousin, why are you still looking so down? They've gone upstairs, why don't you go and invite them for a couple of drinks?"

"I don't have that kind of spending power."

“You don’t have it, but Old Chen does.”

Yang Changwen took him to find Milk Chestnut. What Prince Wang? He's just a rich kid at best.

When his father came, he could sit at the same table as Old Chen, but he himself was a bit less prestigious.

Peng Yu wasn't about to listen to his nonsense; he'd rather wait downstairs than go and offend him.

Deep down, he is cautious and wary, and doesn't want to cause trouble.

When he couldn't hold it in any longer and went to the bathroom, he rushed over and accidentally bumped into someone.

Peng Yu looked up and saw that it was indeed the beautiful DJ.
"You are Milk Chestnut, and my name is Peng Yu. I would like to ask you to take some photos of my sexy lingerie."

"are you crazy!"

Milk Chestnut couldn't possibly pay him any attention; his words sounded more like those of a lecherous man.

It was as if it were saying, "You're quite beautiful, I'll give you a chance, just take the initiative and take your clothes off." Peng Yu scratched his head; he was genuinely looking for a spokesperson.

He didn't think much of the rejection and waited until he finished using the restroom and returned to his table.

Two bodyguards in black arrived and, with expressionless faces, ordered him to go upstairs, their tone almost commanding.

"Who are you?"

"Didn't you know you just hit someone? Our young master Wang requests your presence upstairs."

"Young Master Wang?" Peng Yu knew who it was, and of course the others knew too.

Since they knew each other after all, Chen Pingsheng didn't want to make a fool of himself in a nightclub, so he simply gave a few instructions:
“Wang Yanfeng is still as arrogant as ever. You guys go up and tell him that I, Chen Pingsheng, am here. See if he wants to come down for a drink.”

"You..." One of the men in black was about to get angry when another man stopped him.

They are indeed bodyguards who practice martial arts, but they also need to be smart.

Since they're calling him by his first name, they must know their boss.

The correct course of action at this point is to go up and report, and listen to the boss's opinion.

The two bodyguards went upstairs. The reason they had invited Peng Yu up was because Nai Li had vividly recounted the incident of being bumped in the bathroom.

Although there are many perverts in bars, this is the first time someone has openly and righteously invited her to shoot lingerie photos outside.

She never expected that Wang Yanfeng would have his bodyguard directly call the person over to apologize.

The key point is, they didn't even come.

Judging from Wang Yanfeng's furrowed brows, he must have encountered something bad.

"Young Master Wang, what's troubling you so much?"

Wang Yanfeng completely ignored the alluring internet celebrity next to him; he just stared intently at the two bodyguards and asked, "Are you sure he said his name is Chen Pingsheng?"

"I'm quite sure, he even asked you, young master, if you would like to go down for a drink."

"Let's go."

Wang Yanfeng got up without saying anything; it's true that he's a top-tier rich second-generation.

It's true that you don't care how much money someone has when making friends, but he still respects Chen Pingsheng quite a bit.

I used to be able to swagger around in front of him.

They mocked him for being uncultured and never having been abroad.

It was just a humble business that started by selling durians on the street.

Now, he doesn't even have the right to sit at the same table with others.

This is someone even his old man would come knocking on his door to ask for cooperation. If he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to show any disrespect to Chen Pingsheng again.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

They all followed behind to join in the fun, probably wanting to see who could make someone like Young Master Wang lower himself to such a high position.

Wang Yanfeng's arrogance depends on the person he's dealing with.

In Chen Pingsheng's eyes, he was nothing more than a spoiled brat.

They run a small, unremarkable business.

Back then, the Panda TV project we organized in the CEO training program was such a great opportunity, and this guy easily secured billions in funding.

It's clear that Lao Wang's background made things much smoother for him in the capital market.

Unfortunately, in the end, they lost everything, even their underwear.

If it weren't for Lao Wang cleaning up his messes, he wouldn't be able to go to any high-end places.

They will definitely be blacklisted and have all high-end spending restricted.

"Brother Chen."

"You should call me Uncle Chen. Your father and I are from the same generation."

"Uncle Chen."

Wang Yanfeng had no temper at all.

Time will tell. The peasant who was looked down upon back then is now at the point where even his old Wang is asking to cooperate with him.

As for the big projects he himself was so enthusiastic about, they all failed one by one.

He used to laugh at people who sold milk tea and coffee, saying they were only involved in low-end, unsophisticated industries.

Now he doesn't even have the right to laugh.

Chen Pingsheng nodded: "Your dad and I are friends, after all. I wasn't planning on meeting you. Your people wanted to invite my cousin up for a couple of drinks, so I asked you to come down and chat. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"No way, it's all a misunderstanding."

Wang Yanfeng sat obediently below him, downed three drinks in a row as an apology, and ordered twenty-four Aces of Spades as a token of remorse.

Fan Xiuqi was dumbfounded.

Who is this driver? He actually managed to get someone like Young Master Wang to come down and apologize so respectfully.

The girls from before were right.

Driving a Mercedes-Benz G-Class doesn't necessarily mean you're rich, but driving a Volkswagen Phaeton almost certainly means you're rich.

This is a real big brother.

(End of this chapter)