My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

With the completion of the second-floor renovation, "Storm Computer Room" ushered in its first large-scale expansion.

Chen Feng specially widened the stairwell that had been opened up and even put up the most popular "Young and Dangerous" posters on the wall, giving off a strong sense of gangster atmosphere.

The second floor was much more spacious than the first floor. Chen Feng had tables arranged in a circle along the wall, and two rows were placed back-to-back in the middle, which could fit eighteen new computers and still leave a wide passageway.

Sun Qian indeed came in person on the day of delivery.

This time, she seemed to be wearing a tight white T-shirt and light blue denim shorts for ease of work.

The hot pants were incredibly short, completely exposing her two fair thighs to the air. Her legs were well-proportioned and firm, and without the embellishment of any stockings, her skin's natural smoothness and luster were even more apparent.

Although it was a T-shirt, it was too small and clung tightly to her body, making her breasts look distinct.

The hem of the T-shirt was tied at the waist, revealing a section of flat, fair abdomen, with a sparkling rhinestone stuck to the navel.

"Brother Chen, this batch of goods is all fresh from the factory. I specially picked them out for you."

Sun Qian directed the workers to carry the computer case up to the second floor, and she herself was not idle either, taking a rag to wipe Chen Feng's table.

The second floor doesn't have a fan yet, so it's a bit stuffy.

After working for a while, Sun Qian's face flushed, and sweat dripped down her neck into the neckline of her T-shirt, soaking a small patch of fabric at her chest and revealing the lace outline of her underwear.

Chen Feng had a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes burning with desire.

Sun Qian seemed to sense something, straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and gave Chen Feng a flirtatious wink: "Brother Chen, this second floor will be your gold mine from now on. If you make a fortune, don't forget the credit for my hard work."

She took a few steps closer, and the smell of sweat and perfume wafted into Chen Feng's nose.

She didn't stop, but instead moved closer to Chen Feng, gently bumping his arm with her shoulder, her voice so soft it could melt your heart: "Tonight... how about Brother Chen lets me try out the new machine? I can type really fast."

Chen Feng looked down at her watery, peach-blossom eyes and felt a surge of heat in his heart.

That woman is a real enchantress.

"Sure, I'll reserve a seat for you tonight." Chen Feng patted her smooth back, "But you have to finish your work first."

Sun Qian chuckled and swayed her hips as she continued working, her back view exuding charm.

Chen Xiaotian, who was squatting at the top of the stairs eating an ice pop, witnessed this whole scene.

[Tsk tsk, Sun Qian really understands the meaning of "salesperson" perfectly.]

[But her figure is undeniably stunning, especially her legs—straight and white. My dad's a highly eligible bachelor now; he's not going to pass up someone who's practically throwing themselves at him.]

But business is business. Once the eighteen machines arrive, plus the ones downstairs, making a total of thirty, our cash flow will double!

[Furthermore, the second floor offers good privacy, so we can add some "special" services later, like private rooms, to cater to wealthy young men. They'd be happy to double the price.]

Chen Feng listened to his son's thoughts and pondered them.

A private room? Good idea.

Once we've made this money, we'll partition off a few more private rooms on the second floor.

......

At 7 p.m., the second floor of "Storm Computer Room" officially opened.

The news spread like wildfire to several nearby schools and billiard halls.

In less than half an hour, all thirty machines were full, and there was a line of people waiting in line behind them.

Upstairs and downstairs, the sounds of keyboards clicking and shouting filled the air, making it even more lively than a vegetable market.

Chen Feng sat at the bar, collecting money until his hands were sore.

Previously, we collected them one by one; now we collect them in stacks.

Many regular customers simply toss down 100 yuan: "Boss, top up your card! Put it on your tab!"

Chen Feng made a small notebook to keep accounts, which can be considered the earliest prototype of the membership system.

Just then, a man and a woman passed by outside the door.

The man was in his forties, bald, carrying a briefcase, and his face was greasy.

The woman, wearing a red dress, was Chen Feng's ex-wife, Su Yun.

Su Yun was holding Boss Liu's arm as they headed to the restaurant in front for dinner.

As I passed by, I was drawn in by the noisy sounds inside and instinctively glanced inside.

That one glance stunned her.

There she saw her former good-for-nothing ex-husband, Chen Feng, sitting behind the tall counter, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a wad of cash in his hand, expertly giving change to customers.

He was wearing a brand-new leather jacket, his hair was neatly combed, and his face was radiant. There was no trace of the dejected look of a laid-off worker.

Beside him, Sun Qian was leaning on the counter, chatting and laughing with him, her body practically pressed against his.

"This...this is Chen Feng?" Su Yun could hardly believe her eyes.

How long has it been since the divorce? Just a month?

Where did he get the money to open such a big store?

Looking at the bustling crowd inside, anyone with a modicum of common sense would know just how popular this business is.

"What? Did you run into someone you know?"

The bald-headed boss, Mr. Liu, followed her gaze and snorted disdainfully, "Just a shady internet cafe owner, making a meager living. What's so interesting about that? Come on, I'll take you to eat seafood."

Su Yun was pulled away, but she couldn't help turning back several times.

A strange, indescribable feeling began to spread through my heart.

The man who used to have to spend ages calculating even the price of a pack of cigarettes is now living such a glamorous life?

And he was surrounded by young and beautiful women?

That woman was younger than me, had longer legs than me, and was dressed so...

At this moment, Chen Feng didn't notice Su Yun outside at all.

He was listening to his son's "supreme instructions".

"Dad, things are really picking up now. Thirty machines, making at least two thousand a day, that's sixty or seventy thousand a month!"

[But that's not enough. Look at the number of people; there are still many who can't play.]

[Besides, relying on just a few dozen computers is too limited. We need to build a chain! We need to create a brand!]

I remember there was a large shopping mall in the city center pedestrian street that was renting out the first floor. It was a prime location; if I could open a branch there with a hundred machines… that would be a real money-maker!

However, the rent there is expensive, and we're currently short on funds. We need to find a way to raise more money, or... perhaps find someone to invest?

Chen Feng's eyes lit up.

A pedestrian street? One hundred units?

This kid's appetite is really getting bigger and bigger.

But I like it!

"Boss, are there any more machines?" A young man with blond hair who had just come in interrupted Chen Feng's thoughts.

"It's full, get in line." Li Zhicheng stood like an iron tower in front, pointing to the small stools by the wall.

Chen Feng grinned as he watched this scene.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

Around 3 a.m., the number of customers decreased slightly, with most of those staying overnight engrossed in games.

Sun Qian had already left; after all, she wasn't a real "salesperson" and needed to go back to sleep.

After Chen Feng finished tallying up the accounts for the day, his heart skipped a beat as he looked at the final figures.

Including the pre-paid money, today's total income has exceeded three thousand!

He took two bottles of beer from under the counter and tossed one to Li Zhicheng.

"Zhicheng, have a drink."

"Thanks, bro!" Li Zhicheng bit open the bottle cap and gulped down a big mouthful.

Chen Feng gazed at the night outside the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

The snowball has finally started rolling.