Financial freedom starts with smiling at life

Jiang Beicheng's understanding of "Jianghu spirit" is different from others. It is a kind of friendliness and down-to-earth charm, and of course, it also includes the benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness that they pursue.

However, he doesn't possess such high moral character; he's not a saint and wouldn't constantly spout such lofty moral standards.

The Bugatti driver who just caught up with us had a very strong "thuggish" air about him.

Unlike the Jianghu circle created by Jiang Beicheng, even though the young man knew the name "Young Master Jiang," Jiang Beicheng did not get out of the car to attend his dinner party.

Seeing the young men relentlessly pursuing him, Shen Jun had the driver stop the car and went up to communicate with them, conveying President Jiang's message.

"OK, ma'am, I understand your job, but please understand us too, okay?"

We guys have all heard the legendary stories of Jiang Xiaoye. Here, in Los Angeles, or California, is our home turf.

We should do our best to be hospitable as hosts, and we hope you can help us convey our respect to Mr. Jiang.

OK?

The tattooed youth leading the group seemed to be under the influence of drugs, and his tone was somewhat arrogant.

"I will pass on your message, but please do not follow us anymore, otherwise you will need to consider your own safety," Shen Jun politely reminded you.

“OK, ma’am, we’re not going to chase after them,” the young man said, shrugging.

I guessed that there were probably Jiang Xiaoye's security personnel in the car, and that chasing after them might lead to a violent conflict.

The few people I brought today weren't enough.

If we're going to resort to force, we'll have to rely on our Mexican buddies.

"What is your surname?" Shen Jun asked as a final question.

"My surname is Ye," the young man said proudly. "You can search for 'AKA·General Manager Ye' online; that's me."

Shen Jun smiled inwardly.

No wonder Jiang Beicheng didn't want to get out of the car to see them; their thuggish and immature air didn't fit into Jiang Beicheng's social circle.

Shen Jun stopped them and got back into the car.

Upon arriving at Liu Yifei's mansion in Beverly Hills, before dinner, Shen Jun briefly reported on the matter of "AKA·General Manager Ye".

They also had someone investigate the young man's family background.

"AKA·President Ye?" Jiang Beichen chuckled as he read it.

Shen Jun said, "He is indeed a bit neurotic, but his father is very famous in mainland China and is involved in a 50 billion yuan case."

Jiang Beicheng frowned slightly, knowing about the case Shen Jun had mentioned.

"They're all self-taught," Jiang Beicheng waved his hand and said, "Keep your distance from these people."

Shen Jun understood and immediately declined "President Ye's" dinner invitation.

……

At 11 p.m., Jiang Beicheng was already sleeping with Liu Yifei in his arms.

AKA's CEO, Ms. Ye, got very drunk and started her Douyin (TikTok) live stream.

When he saw the live stream chat filled with messages like "Young Master Jiang is participating in the Yuanshitan Auto Show," he instantly became agitated.

"Stop spamming this name. This is the last warning. If you spam it again, I'll block you." President Ye pointed at the phone screen.

"Hahaha, so sensitive? This is admitting that you're inferior to Young Master Jiang."

"Even Mike, a big shot, respectfully calls him Young Master Jiang. Who do you think you are?"

"You're getting angry, haven't you been disciplined by Young Master Jiang before?"

"..."

Netizens, always eager for drama, continued their attacks and egged on President Ye as he became angry.

Mr. Ye tilted his head, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and returned to the camera. "Damn it, this 'Young Master Jiang' you guys are talking about is a jerk!"
I believed my friends in the car industry, who said that Jiang Xiaoye was down-to-earth, approachable, and very loyal...

It's all bullshit.

I ran into him today. I brought a few of my best buddies to say hello, but he had his secretary handle us.

We kept calling him "Young Master Jiang," and he didn't even turn his head once.

In the evening, we arranged to go to a Michelin three-star restaurant, using the table my dad had saved from years ago, and also found a few pretty girls to show our hospitality.

Not only did he not show up, but he also sent his secretary to deal with us. In the Los Angeles Chinese car circle, I, AKA Mr. Ye, am considered to have some influence.

What? I've already adopted this attitude, practically begging you to eat this meal on my knees, and you still don't appreciate it?

Face is something you give each other. These car enthusiasts in Los Angeles are giving you face, but if you don't appreciate it, then don't blame us for being sarcastic.

How many top-tier supercars do you own?
He brags about a Bugatti all day long on the internet. Don't fucking tell me to just buy it if you have the money. Go ahead and buy one.

If you don't have a car, what are you showing off in the car world for? Go to hell...

Before the national treasure could even be presented, the live stream was shut down.

Douyin (TikTok) tracked down the negative news about Jiangbei City and took decisive action.

No one in Jiangbei City knows about this.

Instead, when he opened his phone the next morning, he saw several WeChat screenshots sent to him by friends in the automotive industry.

That Mr. Ye (AKA) holds his own events in several supercar clubs.

It was all filthy and disgusting language.

Jiang Beicheng not only didn't get angry, but even smiled. Is this the reaction behavior of a canine?
It bites people randomly.

Having been involved in various circles for many years, this is the first time I've ever been invited to a meal in such a commanding manner.

If you host, I have to be there; if I'm not, you'll hold a special event for me—all sorts of moral blackmail?

You stupid piece of trash.

Jiang Beicheng didn't really care about such a minor character, but then a friend from the car industry sent him a screenshot of a chat.

Upon seeing Xiao Ye's arrogant words, Jiang Beicheng's expression turned serious.

"This is Los Angeles, this is California, not China. If he dares to come and confront me in person, I'll show him what a Mexican enclave is like."

"Does anyone know where he lives? Give me his location, and I'll go straight to his house."

"..."

These words were no longer just a kid's joke; they touched a nerve with Young Master Jiang.

"President Jiang, that Mr. Ye (aka Ye) wants to meet you at MacArthur Park tonight, otherwise he'll come to Jiangnan City and bang on your door," Shen Jun reported.

MacArthur Park is located in an area with a mix of Central American and Mexican communities.

Dilapidated and dirty.

It is also the place with the highest crime rate in California.

Jiang Beicheng understood the meaning behind Xiao Ye's arrogant and ignorant words.

Having navigated the underworld for so long, I've always been treated with respect and courtesy, and I've never seen such an arrogant young man.

They even dared to threaten to smash his door in Jiangnan City.

Is this utterly outrageous, or just pure boasting?

"I'll handle it; this mad dog is covered in filth," Shen Jun said.

Jiang Beicheng waved his hand and said, "I have two hobbies."

I like raising dogs, but I also like hitting them.

Obedient dogs are given a little meat, while rabid dogs that bite indiscriminately are punished with sticks—this is an insight gained from dog training centers.

Shen Jun: "I'll contact Chen Xingfu."

Jiang Beicheng waved his hand and said, "This is such a small matter, there's no need to make such a big fuss."

"I don't want to alert the enemy; I don't want these American politicians and capitalists to pay too much attention to me right now."

Shen Jun said worriedly, "That's an area where Mexicans and Central Americans live."

It's also the place in California that issues the most gun licenses.

Jiang Beicheng said, "If Xiao Ye tries to scare me with Mexicans, I'll just whip him with a Mexican whip in return."

Don't worry, Aunt Shen, there are plenty of people who will beat him up, I don't need to go there myself.

"A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall; do you think I don't understand this principle?" (End of Chapter)