I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 170, 169 "Hey, Mr. Song, you should call him Mr. Fang now."

"you?!"

Song Qingdong froze, holding his teacup and looking at Fang Qingye in astonishment: "Xiao Ye, are you kidding me? You have 25 million?"

“I’m not joking.” Fang Qingye put down his teacup. “I set up a company in Shanghai, mainly for investment projects. I currently have 25 million in my account. If you don’t believe me, I can verify the funds for you.”

"Wait a minute, Xiao Ye, where did you get 25 million?!" Song Qingdong exclaimed incredulously.

"Stocks and futures trading? Don't worry, the funds are completely legal." After saying that, Fang Qingye took out her phone and showed the other party a text message.

The account balance is 32285489.08 yuan, belonging to a company called Tuofang Commerce & Technology Investment Co., Ltd.

Song Qingdong stared at him blankly, seemingly still processing the news.

Fang Qingye was not in a hurry and quietly sipped her tea.

After a while, Song Qingdong came to his senses and said, "I need to discuss this with Lao Qian."

“Okay.” Fang Qingye readily agreed: “However, Uncle Song, if you are not willing to cooperate, please keep today’s conversation confidential.”

"I understand," Song Qingdong thought to himself.

He was only in his early twenties, yet the company had over 3000 million yuan in its accounts.

When I was his age, I was probably working as a laborer on a construction site.
"Uncle Song, I'll be going now." Fang Qingye said and stood up.

"Wait, take the tea away." Song Qingdong stood up and picked up a small can of tea from the coffee table. Suddenly, he thought of something: "Xiao Ye, you are now a multi-millionaire. It's really not appropriate to give you opened tea."

"Hehe, it's alright, I quite like this tea." Fang Qingye smiled, took the can of tea in her hand, and stepped out of the room, only to find that Song Dahai was actually outside.

"Hey, Ye Zi, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with my dad," Song Dahai hurriedly explained. "I originally wanted to come in."

"It's alright, I heard it, so I heard it," Fang Qingye said with a smile.

The two then walked downstairs together.

As Song Dahai walked along the seaside, he kept glancing at Fang Qingye.

"What's wrong? Haven't you seen me before?"

"I've never seen anything like it before. I originally thought that only big cities like Shanghai and Shenzhen had such millionaires. I never expected that a small county like Nanxin would have one!" Song Dahai exclaimed.

"You're not, are you?"

“Me? I’m considered rich, but I didn’t earn it myself. At most, I’m a rich kid. Unlike you, you earned it with your own hands. That feels different,” Song Dahai said.

"Look at you, Versailles. I want to be a rich kid, but the problem is my dad doesn't have the ability," Fang Qingye said with a smile.

The two chatted and laughed as they went downstairs, and Fang Qingye prepared to retrieve her small scooter to go back.

Seeing this, Song Dahai sighed, "He's a multi-millionaire, yet he rides a scooter all day long. What a show-off! Why even bother going to work?!"

Fang Qingye was speechless upon hearing this.

"Aren't you still going to work? You don't even earn enough to cover your gas money."

“I’m not quite like you, Ye Zi. You started your own company, so I guess you can’t work at the bank anymore,” Song Dahai said.

"I used the identity of Bai Ou to drive it. We'll talk about the rest later." Fang Qingye said, riding her little scooter.

"Let's go!" With a tap on the gas, the small pedal sprang out of the gate and wobbled onto the road.

Song Qingdong didn't hesitate. Just two days later, he called Fang Qingye and said that Qian Weimin also agreed in principle to cooperate, but they needed to talk in person.

“Okay, when and where?” Fang Qingye asked.

"Old Qian originally planned to have drinks and chat at 7:30 tonight, but I told him you can't hold your liquor and prefer tea. Let's meet at Yunshan Teahouse, which is his property." "Okay, I'll be there on time."

In the evening, Fang Qingye rode her little scooter towards Cultural Street again.

Almost all the teahouses in Nanxin County are concentrated on both sides of Tanxiang Road, west of Longyou Lake. Although the storefronts of each shop are not spacious, the decorations are absolutely exquisite and sophisticated. Many of the teahouse owners are senior tea merchants from Zhejiang, Fujian, Sichuan and other places. They have lived and worked in Nanxin for a long time and have substantial capital.

As the sun sets and dusk deepens, the colorful lights on both sides of the teahouse entrance become exceptionally vibrant.

The men in suits who frequented this place were always surrounded by groups of "tea-making girls" dressed in jeweled makeup and short clothes, coming and going.

Yunshan Tea House is also located here, but it is an enterprise under Qian Weimin's Tenglong Industrial Group.

Unlike Song Qingdong's Kerry Group, which mainly focuses on real estate, Qian Weimin's businesses are very diverse, including commerce, logistics, and building materials, making him a typical example of diversification.

However, in the past two years, Song Qingdong's industries have gradually diversified, and investing in a gas company is an important step in this process.

As soon as Fang Qingye entered the teahouse, a tall, beautiful woman wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam with the slit up to her waist greeted him with a smile: "President Fang, please come upstairs. President Qian and President Song are waiting for you."

"You know me?" Fang Qingye asked, somewhat curious.

There are teahouses on both sides of Sandalwood Road, and he likes to drink tea, but he never comes here.

This place is too improper.

We drink vegetarian tea, not meat-based tea.

However, I've heard that Qian Weimin's teahouse is quite reputable. I guess it's because he's a large and established business, and he doesn't rely on shady practices to attract customers and make money.
It's just a place to drink tea.

The beautiful woman paused for a moment before whispering, "I was your elementary school classmate. My name is Zhao Qiong, and I was in the class next to yours."

Zhao Qiong?!
Fang Qingye looked at her, and suddenly the image of a chubby girl popped into her mind.

Girls really change a lot when they grow up.

Led by Zhao Qiong, Fang Qingye went up to a private room on the second floor, where Song Qingdong and Qian Weimin were sitting, and a tea master was carefully brewing tea for them.

Upon seeing Fang Qingye enter, Song Qingdong immediately greeted her, "Little Ye, come and sit down."

"Hey, Mr. Song, you should call him Mr. Fang now," Qian Weimin said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Haha, yes, Mr. Fang." Song Qingdong laughed.

"Uncle Song, Mr. Qian, you're too kind. Just call me Xiao Ye." Fang Qingye sat down, and the tea master immediately brought her a cup.

"Try this, it's our tea shop's newly launched Chaozhou Phoenix Dancong tea," Qian Weimin said with a smile.

Phoenix Dancong tea, also known as Guangdong Narcissus or Chao'an Narcissus, is a type of oolong tea. Fang Qingye rarely drinks this tea.

He picked it up and looked at it. The soup was clear and bright. He smelled it and found that it had a faint fragrance of orchids.

"What kind of variety is this? It even smells like orchids!" Fang Qingye exclaimed in surprise.

"This is called Songzhong Zhilanxiang, and the tea has a hint of orchid fragrance," Qian Weimin explained.

Fang Qingye took another sip after hearing this: "Hmm, it tastes pretty good too."

"Hehe. If Mr. Fang likes them, you can take some back with you when you leave," Qian Weimin said with a smile.

"Haha, I went to Uncle Song's house a couple of days ago to ask for some Da Hong Pao tea, and today I went to Boss Qian's teahouse to take some Phoenix Dancong tea, so I won't be polite."

The three chatted and laughed for a while before getting down to business.

(End of this chapter)