Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 347 Hoping to regain face from Young Master Jiang?
"Jiamin went to the music festival?"

Jiang Beicheng woke up around noon and found the room empty.

Knowing that Zheng Jiamin had woken up in the morning, she whispered "I love you" in his ear.

But I really did expend too much energy last night.

We teach step by step.

I attended three classes, and it was past midnight by the time I finished.

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

"I walked out of that door happily," Shen Jun said with a smile.

The lunch prepared by the hotel for Jiang Beicheng was also brought up and served to him.

Jiang Beicheng had a slight smile on his lips, and he could still taste a sweet flavor on his mouth.

The sweet scent of a young girl.

"What are your plans for this afternoon, Mr. Jiang? Are you going to the music festival?" Shen Jun was about to make the arrangements.

Jiang Beicheng shook his head: "Let's stroll around and find a seafood restaurant tonight to experience Qingdao's food and beer culture."

I'll also take some footage of everyday life and post it as a short video.

He's not as interested in open-air music festivals anymore.

The key issue is that it's too energy-consuming.

If you arrive too early, you'll have to wait on site the whole time. By the time Zheng Jiamin appears, it will already be evening. Standing for seven or eight hours with diapers on is torture for Jiang Beicheng.

If you arrive late, you'll likely not be able to get in.

That's how music festival enthusiasts are; they arrive early in the morning wearing diapers to grab a good spot, and then stand there for seven or eight hours straight, unable to get out once they're inside.

Rather than participating in youth-oriented carnivals, he now prefers to wander through the streets and alleys, experiencing the local culture of Qingdao.

Reflect on the stories you left behind here.

Shen Jun said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Aunt Shen, don't dress too sexily," Jiang Beichen said, glancing at her outfit.

So eye-catching.

"I'll go change in a bit."

After Jiang Beicheng finished eating, Shen Jun changed into sportswear and went out with him.

Just browsing around.

If you're tired, find a coffee shop or ice cream parlor by the sea to sit down.

Feel the cool sea breeze and watch people come and go.

Jiangbei City is currently only influential in certain industries and has not yet reached the level of "national" fame. It is perfectly acceptable to stroll around as an ordinary tourist.

Even if a few tourists recognize him, it won't cause a big impact, such as crowds gathering or congestion.

He still enjoys a relatively high degree of freedom.

After sitting in the coffee shop for a while, Jiang Beicheng and Shen Jun went to the nearby seafood market.

"When you come to Qingdao, I highly recommend two dishes: sea cucumber rice and seafood dumplings." Jiang Beicheng took Shen Jun to the seafood market and introduced her to Qingdao's delicacies.

Shen Jun used a DJI action camera to film some of President Jiang's daily life.

Jiang's personal account needs to be updated frequently, and she is currently managing and in charge of it.

This is also the greatest trust Jiang Beicheng has placed in her.

She privately sought advice from Li Xingying, Jiang Beicheng's mistress, on how to shoot good short videos.

President Jiang's videos don't need flashy or elaborate scripts, nor do they need special effects; they're just simple everyday moments.

Focus on elements like "approachable" and "down-to-earth" when making your films.

The goal is to create a "national-level" entrepreneur IP that is accepted by the general public.

After selecting the seafood, we randomly chose a beer house to have it cooked.

"Unfiltered beer or draft beer?" Jiang Beicheng asked Shen Jun.

"It will be all right."

"Two jin of each, please." Jiang Beicheng bought two jin of unpolished beer and fresh beer, took them over, and sat down.

The boss came out to pack cigarettes.

It's still early today, and there aren't many customers yet.

Jiang Beicheng took it and lit it.

I chatted with the boss for a while.

Listen to his stories about the food industry, and hear what local residents say about Qingdao.

Once the seafood was cooked and served, the owner left.

Jiang Beicheng decided to invite him to stay for a drink and continue his boasting. As the market's customer traffic gradually increased, he didn't disturb them from making money.

"Handsome, what kind of filling would you like for your dumplings?" the waiter asked as he came out.

Jiangbei City: "Family photo".

"Okay, just a moment." The waiter responded and went to attend to his work.

Shen Jun put away his action camera and had a proper meal with Jiang Beicheng.

“My son video-called me last night. They went to the next county to watch a bullfight. They were dancing and very excited. We’re going to pick him up to go back to school in two weeks. I’m afraid he’ll get so carried away that he won’t want to go back home,” Shen Jun said while eating.

"My godson is still young. It's more important for him to enjoy his childhood. Do you see me worrying about my younger brother's studies?"

He didn't think much about the future of his two little ones, or even his own future children, and planned to adopt a laissez-faire approach to parenting.

Let the child find his own path.

Liking something is more important than anything else.

As the head of the Jiang family, he only needs to be responsible for covering the losses.

"By recognizing Jinhao as your godson, our family has gotten a great deal out of you," Shen Jun said with a smile.

Jiang Beicheng joked, "I also took advantage of Aunt Shen."

"When it comes to love between men and women, there's no such thing as one person taking advantage of the other, since you're not the only one who's enjoying it."

She did go to Jiang Beicheng's bed with a transactional mindset because she was in a hurry to find a backer for herself and her son.

But now my thinking has completely changed.

It's not just because Jiang Beicheng recognized Sun Jinhao as his godson; women her age also need sex.

Sleeping with Jiang Beichen was a normal need for both of them.

“Sometimes I just like Aunt Shen’s straightforwardness, hahaha,” Jiang Beichen laughed.

"The dumplings are here!" the waiter called out as he brought them out.

"Try it." Jiang Beicheng invited Shen Jun to try the Qingdao cuisine he recommended.

"I like this yellow croaker filling," Shen Jun said, savoring the flavor.

Jiang Beicheng: "I personally prefer mackerel filling."

One bite of sea cucumber rice is absolutely addictive.

Shen Jun smiled along.

In the workplace, President Jiang's CEO aura is captivating.

In life, President Jiang's optimistic attitude is infectious.

In bed, President Jiang's exceptional abilities are unforgettable.

Even when he's just casually out for a meal, President Jiang's down-to-earth demeanor reveals his personal charm.

Shen Jun felt that the young girls around Jiang Beicheng were very happy; President Jiang was too perfect.

Jiang Beicheng was drinking beer and scrolling through his phone when he suddenly came across a video about Wei Cong, the "Emperor of the North".

His failed attempt to show off at Hisense Plaza was actually posted online.

Netizens are now making fun of him in various ways.

"Emperor Kitakami, are your luxury cars held by a nominee?"

"Hahaha, the Emperor of the North suffered a Waterloo in Qingdao, I'm dying of laughter."

"He can't even afford five million, yet he wants to pick up girls."

"Your Majesty, would you like to listen to a song?"

"Hahaha, you guys are so wicked."

On Douyin, five million is nothing to netizens, even though they themselves don't have that much.

At least a small goal is needed to earn the respect of the majority of netizens.

Bearing the title of "Emperor of the North," yet unwilling to even play the battle song at Hisense Plaza, what a failed attempt at pretense.

Not only netizens joked about it, but some second-generation rich kids who are into cars and watches also came after hearing about it.

Wouldn't this cause everyone to push the wall when it's already crumbling, making the Northern Emperor lose face completely?

That's just how the network environment is.

Many people gain traffic by criticizing others; the more they criticize, the more traffic they get.

Wei Cong is going to be heavily criticized by netizens for the next few days.

Shen Jun also saw a similar video and laughed, "A rich second-generation from Beijing has really ruined himself like this."

Jiang Beicheng gestured with his phone, saying, "Young Master Wei is so petty. After seeing the video online, he'll definitely hold it against me." "Go back to Jiangnan City? He wouldn't dare do anything to you there." Shen Jun was still worried that Wei Cong's father, Wei Hua, would cause unnecessary trouble for Jiang Beicheng.

Jiang Beicheng waved his hand: "What would he dare to do to me in the capital?"

"To deal with a dog that likes to bark excessively, you have to discipline it once and for all, make it fear you, otherwise it will bark every time it sees you."

Shen Jun smiled and said, "President Jiang's analogy is very apt."

……

Miami Club at Beijing Workers' Stadium.

Having suffered a setback in Qingdao yesterday and feeling he had no chance to make a move against Zheng Jiamin, Wei Cong returned to Beijing last night.

Tonight, like any other night, I went to a bar near the Workers' Stadium.

I booked a private room with the bar manager and called a friend who works for an MCN agency, asking him to bring a few of the company's female live streamers over for a chat.

"Young Master Wei!"

The bar manager, barely suppressing a laugh, came out to greet them warmly.

When you're at work, you still need to show some professionalism.

Wei Cong nodded and followed him to the private room.

The manager smiled as he closed the door.

Wei Cong's lackey noticed the manager's smile and went up to whisper something in Wei Cong's ear.

"Can't you even let others laugh?" Wei Cong didn't take it seriously.

"Young Master Wei!"

"Your Majesty, we meet again."

Several female anchors stood up and greeted them.

Wei Cong raised his hand, preparing to land on the female anchor's shoulder, but she skillfully dodged and missed.

"You're so immature," Wei Cong teased.

"Will the Emperor buy me a bag?" one of the female anchors suddenly asked.

Everyone in the private room burst out laughing.

"Buy it!" Wei Cong replied readily without thinking.

The female anchor said, "A little house in the night from Hermès, the kind that can play war songs."

"Hahahaha~"

The people in one of the private rooms burst out laughing.

Wei Cong's face darkened. His first thought was, how did they know about what happened at Hisense Plaza yesterday?
"Young Master Wei, take a look at your short video account," one of his friends reminded him.

Wei Cong immediately took out his phone.

The number of comments under the video increased by thousands.

Click to take a look.

Just stupid.

"Emperor Kitakami, is the Triumphal March any good?"

"It must be good. The Emperor of the North has listened to it six times. How could it not be good? [Laughs while covering mouth]"

"Is this the strength of the Northern Emperor?"

"Let me tell you a joke: This girl has her eye on a bag, and I, the Emperor of the North, will pay for it."

"..."

After reading the comments, I opened the search bar and prepared to search for Hisense Plaza.

As soon as I typed in "Hisense Plaza," the AI ​​recommended message: "Hisense Plaza's battle anthem was played six times yesterday."

"Hisense Plaza's attempt to show off northward failed."

"The Hisense Plaza Beishanghuang was insulted."

"..."

He didn't even dare to click on it.

When he returned, the platform pushed videos of others criticizing him.

They trampled it so thoroughly that it was utterly worthless.

Wei Cong looked up at his friends in the private room.

This time, everyone laughed very quietly.

He turned around and left the private room.

He had only one thought in his mind: he had to regain face from Jiang Beicheng.

The lackey suggested, "Young Master Wei, why don't we have Uncle put pressure on them?"

"If he finds out, he'll only think I've embarrassed him."

Wei Cong knew his father's personality well and wouldn't ask him to save face for him.

He went straight home, grabbed two bottles of good wine, and went to visit Uncle Bao, a veteran in Beijing.

The family will not use Rongkai Capital's influence to compete with Jiang Beicheng. This President Jiang is also very powerful. Wei Hua never does anything that harms his own interests, let alone something that is just a joke.

Wei Cong felt that Uncle Bao could help him regain his face.

If something can't be resolved openly, handle it behind the scenes.

Uncle Bao's status in Beijing's social circles is self-evident.

In Mexico in the last century, he fought his way through with an AK, making a name for himself and gaining fame. In the 1990s, big shots from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan would come to visit him.

He made a name for himself in the country at the beginning of the millennium, but was later forced to return to Mexico.

He has been active mainly in California for the past few years. California is adjacent to Mexico and has a large Mexican population.

Mexican is also the second most spoken language in California.

Uncle Bao also returned to China after wearing a mask.

We're now in a state of retirement and complacency.

However, he still enjoys high prestige in the capital.

Wei Cong knocked on the door of Uncle Bao's courtyard house.

"What wind blew my nephew here so late?" Uncle Bao joked.

"I missed Uncle Bao, so I came over to have a couple of drinks with you," Wei Cong said ingratiatingly.

His father, Wei Hua, was friends with Uncle Bao. When Wei Hua was making investments in California, he encountered many obstacles, and it was Uncle Bao who helped him find the necessary channels.

"You little rascal, you've definitely not gotten anything good out of you," Uncle Bao said with a chuckle, shaking his finger.

After sitting down in the living room, I asked directly, "Get to the point."

He guessed that Wei Cong, that playboy, must have offended someone again.

"Uncle Bao, I'd like to ask you to help me salvage my image," Wei Cong said.

"What kind of imposing image do you have now?" Uncle Bao laughed.

Wei Cong said, "I was slapped, and it hurt a lot."

Uncle Bao held his chin with his thumb and forefinger, turning his head left and right to check for handprints on his face.

"Uncle Bao." Wei Cong showed him the video online.

After reading it, Uncle Bao shook his head and laughed, "This hurts much more than being slapped in the face."

You, the emperor who went north, have become a laughing stock on the internet.

"Jiangbei City?" Uncle Bao muttered to himself, "Is it still in the capital?"

"Here's what you do: you organize a gathering and invite him over."

"Mhm." Wei Cong nodded.

……

After finishing his seafood meal in Jiangbei City, on his way back to the hotel, he received a call from Ishikawa.

"President Jiang, you're not in Beijing right now, are you?" Ishikawa asked, his voice trembling with urgency.

"In Qingdao."

“President Jiang, please don’t come to Beijing for the time being.” Shi Chuan said truthfully, “I just received a call from Wei Cong, he invited you to dinner.”

I heard he went to invite Uncle Bao.

"Uncle Bao?" Jiang Beicheng frowned slightly; the name sounded somewhat familiar.

Reminisced about it.

Some impression.

When he was in middle school, strange tales about these old-timers in Beijing were everywhere, their truth or falsehood unknown. At the time, he was engrossed in them, as if they were novels.

If this Uncle Bao is really as I heard him before, then his reputation as a seasoned veteran is even higher than that of Master Wei from Jiangnan City and Uncle Wen from Shanghai.

“Give me the address,” Jiang Beicheng replied.

If he doesn't attend this trap, he'll probably end up like Wei Cong now, being ridiculed in various ways.

However, he won't go alone.

(End of this chapter)