Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Chapter 479 A smile is the greatest insult to you
Apart from the women around Jiang Beicheng and his good brother Lao Pi, no one knew that Delphine gave him this shirt as a gift when he left Paris.

But Ms. B guessed that he was Jiang Beicheng just from this shirt, which shows her ability.

Firstly, the fact that Dior executives were willing to give away this artwork indicates that the person in question has a certain level of influence in the Chinese entertainment and fashion circles.

This year, the most visually striking magazine in the Chinese entertainment and fashion scene is undoubtedly the locally-founded "Shangcheng" magazine.

The investor behind Shangcheng is Jiang Beicheng, and those who follow this industry know that he has attended Shangcheng's events more than once.

Secondly, this person is also dedicated to promoting traditional Chinese culture, which inevitably reminds B of LV's Paris dinner, where Jiangbei City made a name for itself by bidding for national treasures and donating them to the country, and by giving interviews to European media to express its cultural confidence.

It pointed even more directly to him.

Dior CEO Delphine's decision to gift him this artwork, representing the exchange between Eastern and Western cultures, was absolutely the wisest one.

The Bugatti and Jaguar co-branded watch is also a detail that proves Jiang Beicheng's identity. He is a Bugatti owner and spent over 100 million yuan to acquire the Bugatti's swan song of the gasoline era.

Ami and Ye Xiaohui lacked understanding of the global fashion industry, had never personally experienced the major fashion weeks, and had never had contact or exchange with representatives of the global fashion industry.

So I didn't know about this Dior artwork.

They were so eager to learn things from the Western upper class that they neglected to study the country's traditional skills and intangible cultural heritage in depth, so they couldn't tell that the shirt was made using Suzhou embroidery, a Qing Dynasty court technique.

The most crucial issue is that they failed to recognize the rules of domestic society, fell into a cognitive bias, and became blindly arrogant, unable to imagine what the top leaders in China care about or how they create their own personas.

As a result, Ye Xiaohui, who prides herself on being "Shanghai's No. 1 kindergarten teacher," missed out on Jiang Beicheng, the young tycoon with the most investment value at the event that night.

Sister Ami exclaimed, "Has Xiao Zhou evolved to this level?"

"Xiao Zhou?" Mr. B looked puzzled.

“Zhou Yu, you’ve met her before, sister, the sister who dated President Tian last year,” Ami introduced. “The young man you danced with is Mr. Wang, a friend of Zhou Yu.”

When I went out to greet him, I recognized him as the owner of the Bugatti, so I didn't verify his identity.

Bugatti owner!
This was yet another piece of news that Ye Xiaohui deeply regretted.

It's understandable if you can't tell from other things, but if you can't even tell that someone is a Bugatti owner, then that's just rubbish.

It's just that my mind was completely focused on Zhou Yu at the time, and I was eager to show off in front of Zhou Yu and display my brilliance at tonight's banquet, so I neglected to carefully observe Mr. Wang.

Now I'm kicking myself.

“Mr. Wang?” Mrs. B smiled.

It seems that Jiang Beicheng, a rising star in the business world, knows how to play the game, giving himself the title of "Mr. Wang".

"Big sister?" Ami looked at Mrs. B in confusion.

B smiled, neither revealing his guess nor Jiang Beicheng's identity.

This is the rule of this industry.

"Xiaohui, you can go and ask Mr. Wang to dance for you now. Remember, try to keep your mouth shut and use more body language," Mrs. B reminded her.

Ye Xiaohui understood her master's meaning. Fearing that her words might reveal her secrets and make her seem unrefined, she communicated with Mr. Wang in the most primitive way.

but……

"I just rejected Mr. Wang." Ye Xiaohui lowered her head.

Sister Ami stared at Ye Xiaohui in shock.

B laughed instead.

The level of "Shanghai's top kindergarten teacher" is indeed not comparable to that of a wealthy person like Jiangbei City.

……

"Did you win?"

Jiang Beicheng looked at Da Leizhou, who was walking over with a smile on his face.

I suspect she has made some progress.

"I left my contact information." Zhou Yu asked the bartender for a mojito, clinked glasses with Jiang Beichen, and said, "Rushing to throw yourself into someone else's arms is beneath you; you're just handing over the initiative to someone else."

Making a good first impression is enough for a first meeting.

Jiang Beicheng smiled and nodded, "You're better than that top kindergarten teacher in Shanghai."

"Her? Hahaha, Honey, comparing me to her is an insult, isn't it?" Zhou Yu said, driving. "Her understanding of socializing is probably just sex and intercourse!"

Damn it!
Jiang Beichen almost spat out his drink; the car had caught him completely off guard.

But there's some truth to it.

Zhou Yu smiled and took out her silk handkerchief to wipe the wine stains from Jiang Beicheng's mouth.

"Do you know Mrs. B?" Zhou Yu asked curiously.

It's quite normal for someone like President Jiang to know about Mrs. B.

She felt that the two must be acquaintances, since they had just danced together very skillfully.

"Mrs. B, that silver-haired old lady?" Jiang Beicheng looked toward the booth.

At this moment, Ami and Ye Xiaohui were also watching him and Zhou Yu.

Ami felt that Zhou Yu had already completed her apprenticeship and was no less capable than her.

Ye Xiaohui's feelings were a mix of emotions.

Why is Zhou Yu able to know so many powerful and wealthy people?

"You don't know her?" Zhou Yu introduced, "She's a big sister in the industry. Sister Ami was trained by her. She can be regarded as a titan in our industry."

However, she is no longer in that industry and is now a veritable social butterfly in the Chinese community.

He frequently travels to the United States.

She is my target.

She should shed the facade of a fake socialite as soon as possible.

Jiang Beicheng raised an eyebrow; he had indeed never heard of this person.

However, it proved his earlier judgment that the silver-haired old woman was no ordinary person.

While chatting with Zhou Yu, Ye Xiaohui walked over nervously. Her steps were light, but her swaying wasn't as charming as it had been at the beginning, and her slender legs looked disproportionate.

The viewing experience was greatly diminished.

"Mr. Wang, I was captivated by your dance. Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" Ye Xiaohui mustered her courage and tried to make contact with Jiang Beicheng again.

Sitting in the booth, Mrs. B shook her head as she saw this scene. "The stupidest way to make amends is to shamelessly go up and lick her boots."

If I were Mr. Wang, I definitely wouldn't be interested in her.

Or perhaps they're just doing it for fun, getting it for free.

He stated Ye Xiaohui's problem very directly.

Ami's face stung from the slap she'd received from her prized student, whom she'd trained for two years.

However, the older sister is right; Ye Xiaohui is too impatient.

Jiang Beicheng looked at Ye Xiaohui, who was eager to act like a dog, and exchanged a smile with Zhou Yu.

Without saying a word, that laugh was an insult to Ye Xiaohui.

"Mr. Wang, shall we go inside for tea? The club has prepared some ancient tree Lao Ban Zhang tea from Bulang Mountain." Mrs. B came over and warmly invited Jiang Beicheng, while gently tugging at Ye Xiaohui's arm, signaling her to stop there and not embarrass herself further, lest she ruin Ami's reputation and the business.

She still liked Ami, her prized student, and stepped in to salvage the situation.

As Jiang Beicheng and Zhou Yu laughed and drank together, Zhou Yu noticed the tea stains on Jiang Beicheng's tooth enamel. These stains were similar to coffee stains, and people who drink tea regularly would develop this tea pigment. Pu'er tea, especially ripe Pu'er tea, produces the most severe tea pigment.

It seems that Mr. Jiang hasn't had his teeth cleaned or maintained for a while.

However, ordinary people don't pay attention to this point, let alone have such common sense.

Jiang Beicheng smiled; this guy was really something else.

"Please!" Jiang Beicheng said, extending his hand.

On their way to the tea house, B and his wife passed by Zhou Yu's "prey," He Wenxing, the son of Secretary-General He of the Municipal Party Committee. B greeted him, "Mr. He, Mr. Jiang has invited you to have tea together."

Jiang Beicheng and He Wenxing were both stunned.

(End of this chapter)