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

Time flew by and it was April 1999. The weather in Linjiang City warmed up, and the girls on the street put on light spring clothes.

In the past six months, Chen Feng's "Storm Computer Room" has stirred up a storm in this area, just like its name suggests.

The thirty machines on the second floor, plus those on the first floor, make a total of forty-two, running day and night, generating an astonishing cash flow for Chen Feng every day.

The amount in Chen Feng's bankbook had grown to a dizzying six-figure sum.

But instead of depositing it, he withdrew it all and put it in a black handbag.

Today, he stands in the most bustling center of Linjiang City—the pedestrian street.

Chen Xiaotian was being led by the hand, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, but his eyes were scanning the surrounding shops.

[This pedestrian street is the heart of Linjiang City's foot traffic; opening a flagship store here would be the real way to make money effortlessly.]

[My dad's eye for quality is getting better and better; he's got his eye on the third floor of this commercial building. It's a bit high up, but the space is huge—over 300 square meters! Even if you put a hundred computers on this floor, it would still feel spacious.]

Chen Feng took his son up to the third floor.

This used to be a gym, but it has been empty since it closed down. The floor is covered with wooden flooring, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are large and bright, facing the bustling pedestrian street downstairs.

"Boss Chen, what do you think? This place is a feng shui treasure."

The speaker was the landlady, a wealthy woman in her forties, known as Sister Hong.

Although Sister Hong is not young, she is very well-maintained.

She had a trendy perm with big, wavy hair, exquisite makeup, and wore a tight-fitting dark purple velvet cheongsam.

The cheongsam has a very high slit, extending all the way up to the upper thigh.

She stood by the window with her arms crossed, her voluptuous figure filling out the cheongsam, especially the chest area, which trembled slightly with her breath, as if the buttons on it might burst open at any moment.

With her arms crossed, her deep cleavage became even more prominent, dazzlingly white.

"The location is nice." Chen Feng looked away, lit a cigarette, "but the rent, Sister Hong, you asked for seven thousand, that's an astronomical price in Linjiang."

"Boss Chen, you get what you pay for."

Sister Hong chuckled and walked over in her high heels.

As she moved, the hem of her cheongsam fluttered, revealing glimpses of her plump thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings.

She walked up to Chen Feng, and a strong, high-end perfume scent wafted towards her.

"Look at this location, this lighting. I'm only offering you this price because you look energetic and you're in big business. I wouldn't rent it to anyone else for eight thousand."

As she spoke, Sister Hong extended her finger, painted with bright red nail polish, and lightly flicked the cigarette ash off Chen Feng's collar, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

Men of this age, with money in their hands and a ruthless streak, are most attractive to wealthy women.

Chen Feng looked at Sister Hong, who was so close to him. If he lowered his gaze slightly, he could see the snow-white scenery deep inside her neckline.

It was a kind of ripe charm, like a plump, juicy peach.

"Okay, seven thousand it is." Chen Feng didn't hesitate and made the decision directly. "But the contract has to be long, at least five years, with rent paid annually."

"Wow, Boss Chen is so straightforward!"

Hongjie's eyes lit up, and she laughed so hard that her breasts heaved.

After signing the contract, Chen Feng took out 84,000 yuan in cash from his bag.

This is a year's rent.

Looking at the stacks of brand-new 100-yuan bills, Sister Hong's smile deepened.

"Boss Chen, now that we're in a cooperative relationship, there's something I'd like to ask you for a favor."

After collecting the money, Sister Hong moved closer to Chen Feng, her thigh almost touching his pants.

"Go ahead," Chen Feng said, calmly feeling the warmth beside his legs.

"Well, I have a distant nephew who just graduated from university and hasn't found a job yet. I think your internet cafe... probably needs a computer technician, right?"

"I was thinking, could we let him try working for you? I can pay him whatever salary you want, the main thing is that he has something decent to do, instead of just loafing around at home all day."

Chen Feng was taken aback: "Graduated from university? Which university?"

These days, college students are a rare commodity; there aren't even enough to go around with job assignments. How did they end up in internet cafes?

Sister Hong covered her mouth and chuckled: "Hey, it's from our Linjiang Vocational and Technical College. But it's a junior college, a proper university! I think they study something like computer applications."

Chen Feng's lips twitched slightly.

Vocational and technical colleges...

However, Chen Xiaotian's eyes lit up, and he started to complain in his heart.

[A vocational college? That's a great place!]

Don't let the name fool you; vocational school students these days truly learn technical skills. Unlike those who just coast through life in later generations, these people are incredibly handy. Installing operating systems, repairing motherboards, and making network cables are all basic skills for them.

The internet cafe has grown significantly; relying solely on Uncle Zhicheng, that brute who only knows how to reboot, is definitely not enough. With more machines, system maintenance and network failures become major problems; a professional network administrator is essential!

Moreover, these "respectable" college graduates don't have high salary expectations, and they care about their image. Give them a "technical director" title, and they'll work their ass off!

[Dad, say yes! She's practically offering you cheap labor!]

Hearing his son say this, Chen Feng felt reassured.

He looked at Sister Hong's expectant eyes, especially when she deliberately puffed out her chest to show her sincerity, displaying her proud curves to the fullest. Chen Feng smiled.

"Sure, since he's Sister Hong's nephew, he must be good. Have him come to me tomorrow. As long as his skills are up to par, I happen to need a network administrator team leader."

"Oh, thank you so much, Boss Chen!"

Overjoyed, Sister Hong grabbed Chen Feng's hand in her excitement.

"Tonight... to thank Boss Chen, I'd like to treat you to dinner? It's at the Western restaurant downstairs." Sister Hong's eyes were narrowed, and her voice was so low that only the two of them could hear her.

Chen Feng felt a secret thrill as he enjoyed the soft touch on his arm.

"Let's do it another day. I still need to buy a computer today. These hundreds of square meters are just sitting empty anyway, we need to fill them up quickly."

Chen Feng withdrew his hand and patted Hong Jie's smooth hand as a gesture of reassurance.

Although Sister Hong was somewhat disappointed, her admiration for Chen Feng grew even stronger as she watched his decisive figure disappear into the distance.

This man is destined for great things; he won't let beauty cloud his judgment!

......

Stepping out of the building, Chen Feng took a deep breath of the fresh air.

"Xiao Tian, ​​what do you think of Sister Hong's nephew?"

"That's reliable!" Chen Xiaotian said, licking his lollipop and speaking indistinctly, "College students these days are so precious. It's a waste of their talent for them to come here as internet cafe administrators."

The most crucial point is that we're about to set up a large facility with a hundred machines, and without someone who understands local area networks and servers, it's really impossible to manage.

[Next comes the main event: a 300-square-meter space that can hold at least 100 computers—that's a huge sum of money.]

After paying rent and renovations, Dad probably only has enough money to buy thirty or forty units. He'll have to figure out the bulk of the cost later.

[That computer saleswoman, Sun Qian, hasn't she always wanted to win over my dad? This is a perfect opportunity for her to "show off."]

[Buy on credit! Pay in installments! Use future money to do things now! Her store would definitely be willing to do that to boost sales.]

As Chen Feng listened to his son's plan, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Buying on credit?

He likes this word.

In the past six months, he has bought more than forty computers from Sun Qian, and has long been a top VIP in the store.

It's time to make use of this VIP privilege.

Chen Feng hailed a taxi and headed straight for the computer mall.

"Driver, to the Technology Building."

Sitting in the car, Chen Feng stroked his chin.

A large internet cafe with one hundred computers... in Linjiang City in 1999, it was absolutely a behemoth-level existence.

This time, he not only wants to make money, but also to make a name for himself!