My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

Yu Yehua took it and glanced at it, his expression indifferent: "President Shen."

Shen Jianjun was delighted and immediately said, "It's a good thing that Chairman Yu is buying property in Shanghai. Jianjun Group has been deeply rooted in Shanghai for many years and has a certain understanding of local projects, land resources, and government planning."

"If Chairman Yu is interested, our group has several other high-quality cooperation projects in hand."

"Jianjun Group has a lot of experience, especially in urban renewal and commercial complex development."

Yu Yehua listened and simply nodded: "We'll talk about it another time."

He had heard those kinds of things far too often.

Wherever I go, people rush up to me with projects in hand, each one more eloquent than the last.

Very few things can truly move him.

Shen Jianjun noticed that Yu Yehua wasn't very interested, so he quickly added, "Chairman Yu, I know you don't like ordinary projects."

"But Jianjun Group's resources in Shanghai can indeed save you a lot of time."

"If you're willing, I can personally lead a team to develop a complete plan."

"We can provide assistance with funding, land, investment attraction, and operations."

Many people looked over in the sales center.

One is the chairman of Jianjun Group, who has recently been embroiled in controversy in Shanghai.

One is a top billionaire in Longdu with a net worth of 800 billion.

Everyone could see that Shen Jianjun was seeking an opportunity.

Yu Yehua remained calm: "President Shen, I'm just accompanying my daughter to look at houses today. We can discuss work matters later."

Shen Jianjun wanted to continue speaking.

Just then, Yu Binglan suddenly stopped and looked at him: "Are you Shen Cong's father?"

Shen Jianjun's heart skipped a beat. He forced a smile and said, "Does Mr. Yu know my son?"

Yu Binglan's face turned cold: "Of course I know him."

Shen Jianjun had a bad feeling.

The next second, Yu Binglan spoke coldly in front of everyone: "Shen Cong harassed me before."

The sales center fell silent instantly. The sales consultants looked at each other, not daring to even breathe.

Shen Jianjun's smile froze.

Yu Binglan continued, "They sent me a car, blocked my company, spread rumors that shouldn't have been spread, and even tried to use public opinion to force me to back down."

"Mr. Shen, if this is the family tradition of your Shen family, then there is no possibility of cooperation between us."

boom.

The last vestige of hope in Shen Jianjun's mind was shattered.

He originally thought that as long as he could get in touch with Yu Yehua, Jianjun Group would still have a glimmer of hope.

But he never expected that Shen Cong had already blocked this path, and blocked it so thoroughly.

Yu Yehua's face also darkened: "President Shen."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating pressure: "You heard what my daughter said."

"Chairman Yu, I..."

Shen Jianjun's lips were dry. He wanted to explain, but found that he couldn't utter a single useful word.

He couldn't deny what Shen Cong had done.

Yu Binglan's dislike for Shen Cong was not something he could erase with a few words.

Yu Yehua handed the business card back: "There's no need to mention the cooperation again."

Shen Jianjun was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to accept the offer or not; his face flushed red and then paled in turns.

The sales director next to him lowered his head, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The chairman of Jianjun Group was a prominent figure in Shanghai's business circles just a few months ago.

Now, however, he was publicly rejected here, and even his business card was returned.

The difference is too stark.

Shen Jianjun finally reached out and took the business card, his voice hoarse: "I apologize for bothering you."

As he turned to leave, his steps were unsteady. Once in the car, he slammed his fist on the seat: "Shen Cong! You beast!"

The multi-billion dollar cooperation was ruined by Shen Ze, and Shen Cong lost all of the 1.3 billion yuan.

Now, even the investment opportunities of billionaires worth 800 billion have been completely cut off because Shen Cong used to harass Yu Binglan.

Shen Jianjun was so angry that his chest ached, and he could hardly suppress his resentment towards Shen Cong.

Inside Huazhou Junting, Yu Yehua watched Shen Jianjun's disheveled departure, his expression still grim.

"Binglan, why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

Yu Binglan said softly, "It's all in the past."

"past?"

Yu Yehua frowned. "Someone harassed my daughter, and you call that the past?"

Yu Binglan glanced at him: "Brother Shen Ze has already taken care of it."

Upon hearing Shen Ze's name, Yu Yehua's expression softened slightly. He snorted, "That kid does know how to get things done."

Yu Binglan's ears burned slightly, but she didn't reply.

After viewing the apartment, she didn't have lunch with Yu Yehua, but instead went to Ziyuan ahead of time.

In the Bund Impression, Shen Ze was already busy in the kitchen.

As Yu Binglan entered, the housekeeper was about to greet her, but she gently waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to make a sound.

She stood by the restaurant, looking at the people in the kitchen, her heart melting completely.

Shen Ze was dressed in simple home clothes, with his sleeves rolled up, and his movements were clean and efficient.

The oil in the pan was at the perfect temperature, and the aroma immediately wafted out the moment the minced garlic was added.

Yu Binglan couldn't help but approach: "Brother Shen Ze, when did you learn to cook?"

Shen Ze turned to look at her: "You just learned it not long ago."

Yu Binglan looked at the dishes, clearly disbelieving: "You call this something you just learned?"

The butler, standing nearby, couldn't help but say, "Miss Yu, Mr. Shen's cooking skills are more reliable than many private chefs."

Shen Ze plated the last dish: "Try it before you praise it."

After the two sat down, Yu Binglan picked up a piece of tomato beef brisket first.

The beef brisket is stewed until tender, and the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes has completely permeated the meat. It's not greasy at all, and the broth is so delicious that you can't stop eating it when you mix it with rice.

Her eyes lit up immediately: "Delicious!"

Shen Ze laughed: "Slow down."

Yu Binglan then tried the shrimp. The shrimp meat was springy and cooked just right, and its sweet flavor was not masked by the seasoning at all.

The scallion oil chicken was even better; the skin was smooth and the meat was tender, and the aroma of the scallion oil made her unable to resist picking up two pieces.

"Brother Shen Ze".

Yu Binglan put down her chopsticks and looked at him seriously. "What you're doing is really unfair."

"What's wrong?"

"She's good-looking, has a stable personality, is wealthy, and now even her cooking is amazing."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but laugh, "My dad would probably be even more satisfied if he tasted your cooking."

Shen Ze paused, his hand still holding the food he was picking up: "Your dad?"

Yu Binglan rested her chin on her hand and looked at him, her tone slightly teasing: "Yeah, how about I arrange for you two to have a formal meeting?"

Shen Ze felt unusually awkward.

The formal meeting was temporarily postponed due to the auction of the land on Qingnian Road.

Two days later, at the Shanghai International Auction House.

Shen Ze changed into a well-tailored black suit, buttoned his white shirt all the way up, and neatly tied his tie.

As he stepped out of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, many people at the entrance instinctively looked over.

Those who were able to enter today were all prominent figures in Shanghai's business circles; ordinary wealthy people didn't even have the qualifications to register.

Although the Youth Road land plot was not viewed favorably by outsiders, it was, after all, an asset put up for auction by Jianjun Group, and the starting price was low, which still attracted many people to watch the spectacle.