The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Chapter 777 Socialite Party
An'an always comes by riding a beat-up bicycle.

Her eldest son, Sun Sile, is almost six years old and will be starting first grade in September.

The two brothers rarely get together now. They will not officially bring their son, Xiao Jiye, back to his wealthy family until he turns twelve.

With Liu Qingqing, a poor college graduate from Tsinghua or Peking University, helping him with his studies, and Chen Pingsheng protecting and supporting his growth all the way.

In this situation, it's very difficult for it to grow crooked.

Situations like Song Chaoqun's are more likely to produce scoundrels from wealthy families. The main reason is that when something goes wrong, the family will clean up the mess. After one or two incidents, they become arrogant and reckless.

The Chen family now has more than just Song Chaoqun as a descendant relative; he simply can't manage them all and doesn't really want to.

The next day, after having breakfast with Xiao Jiye, he went to work.

Xiao Jiye stood at the door and said, "Grandpa, keep going!"

"Hmm... Don't worry, Jiye, Grandpa will definitely work hard to earn money."

"Then I'll wait at home for Grandpa to come back."

"Okay..." Little Jiye is so sensible, he doesn't cause us any worry. Speaking of which, that fat mom who bullied him last time got a really bad beating from An'an.

The chubby boy's father was a manager in a small family business. As a result of a single sentence from An'an, the company boss investigated his accounts overnight and discovered that he had embezzled more than ten million yuan of public funds during his tenure.

He's already been taken in, and as for the chubby boy's mother, that arrogant woman who complained about him for four or five days in a row, no luxury store dares to hire her anymore.

Now I've only managed to get a job as a sales clerk in a regular market. There's nothing I can do about it; my husband embezzled company funds, and all his bank cards have been frozen.

I have to pay my mortgage every month.

The feeling of falling from the sky to the ground is just that fast.

If her husband, who was arrested, knew that it was all because his wife had verbally abused a middle-aged security guard in the community, he would probably be so angry that he would die inside.

When An An talked about these things, she was gloating. She is kind, but not to everyone.

If you dare offend her, she'll make sure you have nowhere to run for your life.

Not to mention bullying her youngest son, Chen Jiye.

Chen Pingsheng wouldn't get involved in such matters, mainly because of their different statuses. If he were to use the group's resources to punish someone just because he was a security guard and suffered some mistreatment, it would seem petty of him.

The company I joined claims to be a listed technology company, but it doesn't actually have much to do with technology.

The reason why Old Sun's eldest granddaughter was able to make hundreds of millions and run a successful business was mainly because she used some of her grandfather's connections and resources.

After all, he was once a village chief, and in a place like Shenzhen.

I helped many people when I was young.

And those people are now his eldest granddaughter's elders; the kindness of the older generation is enjoyed by the next.

Guangdong has always been like this, placing great emphasis on cause and effect.

Furthermore, they also emphasize the common development of ancestral halls, which means that people from the same place unite together.

You can often see all sorts of local news from Guangdong, such as how entrepreneurs from a certain place return to their hometown at a fixed time every year to pay respects to their ancestors.

This is not an exaggeration, but simply a local custom.

The Guangdong families are exceptionally united, and their influence extends both domestically and internationally, all while maintaining a remarkably low profile.

On his first day at the company, he was surprised to find that while Old Sun wasn't particularly good-looking, his eldest granddaughter was quite elegant.

He's only twenty-five years old, and the company's development relies entirely on the connections and support of his grandfather's generation.

Even if you don't earn a lot, you can still steadily make 20 to 30 million a year.

That's almost half of all listed companies.

The company has only a little over a hundred employees, and the projects they work on are all over the place, with no fixed main business.

Anyway, there are good money-making projects here, and the elders are willing to help her, so she asked the company to evaluate them and find a way to invest some money.

There are good projects over there, and those who attend cocktail parties can get some investment shares.

This is common for second- or third-generation entrepreneurs.

Coincidentally, on his first day at work, there was a business cocktail party in the afternoon.

Sun Jiahui said bluntly, "Master Chen, you were personally introduced by my grandfather, so his judgment must be good. You can come with me to the party this afternoon. If you can drink, you can help me fend off some drinks. If you can't, then you can wait for me outside."

It's unrealistic to think you can close a deal at a dinner party without drinking; you'd need an extremely powerful background.

Let's not even talk about the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry; some things are actually prevalent in high-end circles as well.

Many bosses also cultivate a large group of beautiful women around them, mainly for use in social gatherings and banquets.

To put it simply, it's about signing a contract.

Sun Jiahui doesn't need to do that because she has her grandfather's connections, and besides, she's not greedy.

I won't force myself into circles that I don't belong in.

"I really don't drink alcohol."

"That's a pity. If you could drink, I wouldn't need to invite anyone else."

There's a reward for helping her fend off drinks, and it's not a small one.

Since Chen Pingsheng was unwilling, she naturally had to bring one more person with her.

However, the companions vary depending on the situation. If it's a male client, then bring a female companion; if it's a wealthy woman, then naturally bring a male companion.

Sun Jiahui also drives a Maybach, the top-of-the-line model, which costs over six million yuan.

The reception was held at a five-star hotel, and quite a few people were able to attend.

However, most of them are young second-generation individuals, mainly because Sun Jiahui herself is also young.

If Chen Pingsheng were to host a cocktail party, only top billionaires or well-known domestic and international entrepreneurs would be able to attend.

People at this level of wealth are generally over forty years old; fifty is considered young.

As for people her age, they are only brought by their elders to broaden their horizons, and younger people like her are not allowed to speak much at the party.

Gatherings among the younger generation are often much more casual.

Besides the rich second-generation, there were also quite a few fake socialites who came.

Since Chen Pingsheng couldn't drink with others, he naturally wouldn't go to Sun Jiahui's table.

He didn't need to worry about that fat woman's attitude anymore; he just leisurely ate something outside.

I happened to run into a pretty young woman taking pictures everywhere. She was using her phone to photograph food and wine, and her dress was quite beautiful.

Moreover, they are quite valuable, at least tens of thousands of yuan each.

These dresses are all available for rent. After all, a pseudo-socialite needs some things to make a good impression.

"Hey pretty girl, you've photographed the wrong thing. These foods aren't worth much. See that bottle of wine? That's the real value."

The young girl was startled when a middle-aged man suddenly approached her, as if he had discovered her fake socialite identity. How could she not be nervous?

She had meticulously prepared for this gathering for several months.

"Uncle, what...what are you doing?"

As she spoke, she crossed her arms over her chest.

Chen Pingsheng chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous, pretty girl. I'm actually here to eat, just like you."

"Who...who is like you? Don't accuse me wrongly. I live in Pengcheng Bay No. 1."

"You live over there? I'd like to visit that place to take some photos, but I haven't had a good opportunity yet."

"...Uncle, you're this old, why are you still in this industry?"

A few words were enough for the young girl to discover a fellow socialite. There were quite a few fake socialites attending the banquet; some knew each other, while others were complete strangers.

The world of fake socialites is a circle; once someone gets in, they'll try every means to bring others in.

It also emphasizes mutual help and support.

Of course, everyone also tacitly abides by a common rule, which is that they will never split up each other.

"You can't stay in the industry when you get too old, right? I feel like I can still work hard for another twenty years."

Song Yaoyao: "..." "Uncle, I admire your spirit! Who are you targeting tonight?"

"I don't have a specific target; I just want to cast a wide net."

Song Yaoyao was speechless; she had come prepared tonight.

Because she knew that a very important person would be attending the party tonight.

Rumors are circulating in the industry that that person has a close relationship with a top-tier wealthy family in Shanghai.

Although they belong to a collateral branch, as long as they can be related to that family, it is enough to drive countless socialites crazy.

Not to mention those fake socialites.

Song Yaoyao said to Chen Pingsheng in a serious tone, "Uncle, this won't do. We can't fight a battle we can't win. Look, this is Peng Zewen, the person I'm going to win over today. His father is that person's cousin."

Peng Yu's mother and Peng Ying are sisters, so he is Peng Yu's cousin.

"Hey girl, with so many of you vying for him, do you think you can possibly win him over?"

"So we need to prepare."

Song Yaoyao said confidently, "You see, although Peng Zewen is not old, he is a playboy and loves beautiful women the most."

"Knowing he's a playboy, you still set your sights on him?"

"Uncle, how many rich people don't spend money? We lowly people have worked so hard to get into this circle. I'll sacrifice myself for the happiness of my family. As long as we can get married, I don't care what he does outside."

"You have a great attitude."

For ordinary people at the bottom of society, marriage is undoubtedly the fastest way to change their fate.

Song Yaoyao was just a poor college girl who had recently graduated. Apart from being pretty and having a good figure, it was hard to say that she had any other advantages.

Today is also her first battle in the industry after several months. What she is most confident about is not anything else, but that she still has many firsts in her life.

Peng Zewen has a very serious obsession with virginity, and this alone is enough to make her stand out from over 90% of beautiful women.

It's a pity that when Peng Zewen came in, a bunch of beautiful women seemed to be competing with each other, vying to show off.

Peng Zewen's father, Peng Yu, had previously taken a different path and started a business in the sex industry when he was running the family business fund.

He later married a super beautiful internet celebrity.

Over the decades, things have changed drastically. Peng Zewen can no longer be considered a top-tier second-generation heir, and he is not even remotely related to the term "top-tier."

His father's net worth is at most a billion or so.

Compared to Song Jun and Zhang Sitong, he was far inferior, not to mention his immediate family members.

Such a status alone is enough to attract countless pseudo-socialites.

In fact, although Song Yaoyao had been preparing for several months, the actual situation was even more exaggerated than she had imagined.

Before she could even say a word, the two women squeezed the wine from their glasses onto her.

This is a classic case of a man who's no good; he even has to pay for an expensive suit instead.

It's a bit of a disaster.

The expenses of a pseudo-socialite are also very high. Not only do they have to pay tuition fees, but they also have to frequently visit various high-end places.

Whenever there's an event, they have to rent top-tier designer brands to make it look impressive.

This is all money! She was just a lowly worker who had finally managed to save up some savings, and this whole thing wiped it all out.

"Uncle... I shouldn't have taught you. Look at myself, I've made myself into this stupid mess."

Song Yaoyao was very angry, but she was also very cute when she was angry. She was the typical girl next door, so weak that she couldn't take care of herself.

delicate and charming.

"You're in a bit too much of a rush. But I'm afraid you can't return this outfit, right?"

"Hmm... this dress is stained with red wine, so it definitely can't be returned, and I don't even know how much I'll have to pay in compensation."

I'm almost in tears. He's really both incompetent and pretentious.

"It's alright, I have a dress like that. It was left by that rich woman last time. I'll give it to you another day."

"Uncle, you're awesome..."

Song Yaoyao did not refuse. She was genuinely in need of help, and most fake socialites have some tricks up their sleeves.

If they can't seduce the high-end men, they'll turn to ordinary men who are attracted to their beauty.

Using these ordinary men's bank cards to pay for themselves.

Song Yaoyao wanted to use her virginity, which she had maintained for over twenty years, to make a big gamble.

Sleeping with a woman for the first time will bring you good luck for the whole year.

This saying is very popular throughout Guangdong, and top wealthy families also value it highly.

Song Yaoyao was also skeptical, but she even took the initiative to leave Chen Pingsheng her contact information.

Perhaps it was out of a sense of camaraderie between two fellow novices.

Although Peng Zewen had to call him his cousin, he had rarely seen him in reality, not to mention that he always stayed in a corner and never went to crowded places.

Since Song Yaoyao didn't get a chance to speak to him, she either had to wait for another opportunity or change her target.

There are basically only these two options.

Sun Jiahui's drinking party ended at 6 p.m.

Chen Pingsheng was responsible for taking her back; there were three of them when they arrived.

There were only two people when they left. The handsome young man who was responsible for shielding her from drinks caught the eye of the rich woman.

He had a room key with him, so naturally he wouldn't be able to come back that night.

If Chen Pingsheng had gone to shield her from the drinks, this definitely wouldn't have happened.

After all, he's quite old.

Whether he goes or not, Sun Jiahui is going to hire a top male model because that rich woman likes him.

This time, they invited a male actor who was already somewhat famous for short dramas.

She was immediately noticed by that rich woman, and her project naturally went smoothly.

In high society, everyone is trying to please others.

Everyone makes various choices when faced with self-interest.

Material desires run rampant, and people indulge in a life of extravagance and debauchery.

Sun Jiahui actually has a very high alcohol tolerance, but she will start to pretend to be drunk after drinking half of it.

They're all shrewd people; they can only pretend to be drunk, not actually get themselves drunk.

The project she secured this time was still related to government departments, and she was just a small part of it.

Even so, you can still earn several million.

The next day, Chen Pingsheng actually had someone send a dress to Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao is quite principled; she took the initiative to write down an IOU for him.

There's no one else who's ended up as miserable as this fake socialite.

In fact, Song Yaoyao used to be an excellent student with good character and academic performance. Not long after graduation, her mother became seriously ill and her father had a major accident at the construction site.

Their fate was also full of twists and turns.

Unfortunately, Chen Pingsheng didn't even have the interest to investigate her.

Otherwise, it wouldn't just be a dress; they would just casually throw her millions.

I, Old Chen, am serious about rescuing a down-on-her-luck girl.

He had no interest in Song Yaoyao's messages and hadn't replied for several days, essentially blocking her.

(End of this chapter)