The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Back home, younger sister Chen Qi and Hu Lin began to summarize the events.

She got into a fight with Hu Lin at school because he was determined to protect his wife's image.

This indicates further affirmation.

In addition, he was given a certain degree of criticism for his frequent reporting of other teachers at school.

Of course, this also affirms his sense of justice to some extent.

This completely baffled Hu Lin. If they affirmed his sense of justice but prevented him from making frequent reports, how could he maintain his sense of justice in the future?

Chen Qi's eyes darted around. The question was a bit too complicated, and she couldn't think of an answer right away.

It's just that her brother wasn't there, otherwise he could definitely have given her targeted advice.

As for herself, she felt she lacked the necessary skills in front of her brother, though that was what she thought inside, she couldn't say it outwardly.

"Focus on doing your own thing well, and try not to report others unless they have made any fundamental mistakes."

Chen Qi nodded twice, feeling that this suggestion was even more insightful than his brother's.

Hu Lin is the kind of person who lacks emotional intelligence, is a bit stubborn, and has very obvious flaws.

The advantages are the same: he is absolutely loyal to his wife and will always protect his family.

Regardless of what others think, Chen Qi is very satisfied.

She's not short of money, so what's the point of dating a playboy rich second-generation?

She liked honest men, and the two went to sleep.

After waking up, Hu Lin went to work at the school as usual.

Even the principal had to force a smile when he saw him and politely greet him, "Good afternoon, Teacher Hu."

He was very worried that he might have a conflict with this man surnamed Hu.

The higher-ups would probably rather deal with him than with this guy surnamed Hu.

It's so frustrating; I hate these people who get ahead through connections.

Oh, I almost forgot, he himself seems to be a person with connections.

Don't laugh at anyone.

……

Time flies, and April is here in the blink of an eye.

Comrade Chen's Red Star Hotel has opened with great success, and business is pretty good.

It's not like we'll make a profit, but it's not like we'll lose money either.

Chen Pingsheng himself opened a late-night bar in an alleyway along the Bund and Huangpu River.

It's not one of those high-energy bars, but a quiet bar where you just drink and chat.

The name is also quite good; it's called Worry-Free Tavern.

He operates from 6 p.m. to 1 a.m. every day, but he only comes over for a short while between 8 p.m. and 9 p.m.

Of course, the timing of their appearance is uncertain; they can go whenever they want, or someone else will take care of them if they don't.

Shanghai, a bustling metropolis that never sleeps, is teeming with bars, lounges, and cafes.

His Worry-Free Tavern isn't small; it's over 300 square meters in total.

If you want to talk about uniqueness, it's about telling your story, especially if the story is real and moving.

At best, you can get your order for free; at worst, you can receive a cash reward ranging from 100,000 to 500,000 yuan.

On the day the rules were announced, many people thought it was just a way to attract customers and make money in a different way.

If he really wanted to make money, would Chen Pingsheng need to open a bar?

The shop also hired a lot of employees, most of whom were relatives, such as Chen Qi, who didn't have much to do, and Jiang Peiyao, who did odd jobs here when she wasn't filming.

There's also the head waiter Chen An'an and the number one waiter Erpiya.

In addition, there are a few others who are serious about their work.

If all the households were relatives like Chen Qi, then the responsibility of cleaning would likely fall entirely on his little cousin.

"Dad, isn't this similar to the Worry-Free Restaurant you used to run?"

“They’re not the same either,” Chen Pingsheng explained.
"Worry-Free Restaurant is located in an urban village, while this one is located on the Bund, so the customer base is very different, and there are a lot of tourists from other places here."

"Oh... then what's the point of us doing this?"

"It doesn't need to have much meaning, I just did it because I wanted to." Indeed, it didn't have much meaning, it was just something Chen Pingsheng wanted to use to lower his profile.

By the way, let the two little ones at home experience the joys and sorrows of ordinary people.

Chen Pingsheng himself is the owner of the restaurant and is responsible for distributing bonuses throughout the store.

Big Pippa and Little Pippa can go around chatting with people, asking tourists from other places about their experiences and stories after visiting Shanghai.

If this were a regular quiet bar, they would probably have to close down within a few months if they disturbed their customers like this.

The Worry-Free Tavern naturally doesn't need to worry about this.

They're here to spend money, not to make money.

The bar's lights were rather dim at night. On its first day of opening, only a few people managed to get in, but they were all driven away by that troublemaker, Erpiya, who excitedly asked them questions.

When others asked her, "How much does it cost here?"

She asked, "How do you want to spend your money?"

The customer asked: What kind of wine do you have here?
Erpiya: Lafite at 50,000 a bottle, Romanée-Conti at 800,000 a bottle, how many dozen do you want?
The guest turned and left.

Erpiya is definitely here to cause trouble. Anyone she serves will run away within three minutes.

Before leaving, he even cursed her as a lunatic.

"Er Ya, can't you be a little more friendly?"

"Dad, I'm so cute, what's so endearing about me?"

Erpiya was originally doing a live stream at home, but he dragged her out of it.

The little guy is a bit unhappy about this situation.

That's a bit of a misjudgment of her. She's actually quite passionate; kids, after all, tend to lose interest quickly.

She's just not good at hosting, and besides, her family doesn't own any wine that costs less than tens of thousands of yuan a bottle.

Is wine priced below tens of thousands of yuan a bottle even meant for human consumption?

Erpiya was very confused.

Chen Pingsheng asked her a question seriously, "Er Ya, do you know what the average monthly income is in our country?"

"I do not know."

The second daughter asked curiously, "It can't be less than a million, right?"

"What are you thinking? Don't even mention a million, a monthly income of ten thousand is considered a high salary, you know?"

"how is this possible?"

Erpiya didn't believe it, "Even a monthly income of 10,000 yuan isn't enough for me to eat a big blue lobster."

"This little girl has such a big misunderstanding about money," Chen Pingsheng said bluntly. "Fine, your dad will let you know."

Chen Pingsheng told Jiang Peiyao to hang up a sign outside, telling her not to tell any stories, but simply to state her income and life situation, and she could get a free meal there.

They can also receive a bonus ranging from one hundred to one thousand yuan.

Erpiya was shocked. How could her father be so shameless as to give away such a small amount of money?

She thought no one would come, but the first person to arrive was a homeless man.

These can't really be called homeless people; it just means that even in bustling places, there are unseen corners.

And they are those who do not want to be exposed by the city, people who make a living by collecting recyclables.

He looks like he's in his fifties or sixties, but he's actually only a little over forty. People like that wouldn't even dare to come in.

He only dared to ask for a drink outside, so Chen An'an invited him in to sit for a while.

As soon as Erpiya arrived, she smelled a strange odor and almost threw up.

How long has this person not showered?

They don't even have a home, let alone a bath.

They often just set up a plank and either sleep under a bridge or in some deserted corner.

Such people's lives can't even be called living; they can only be described as existing.

They still live without any dignity.

(End of this chapter)