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Half an hour later, the two arrived at the Shangrong Hotel.

The private room was quiet, and the night view of Shanghai could be seen from the window.

After all the dishes were served, Yu Yehua didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Mr. Shen, the industry generally doesn't have a high opinion of Youth Road."

"What made you so determined to take this deal today?"

Shen Ze picked up his teacup and said calmly, "The problems with Qingnian Road are obvious: poor transportation, outdated facilities, and long development cycles."

Yu Yehua nodded: "That's why most people don't touch it."

"But its location isn't bad."

Shen Ze continued, "There is less and less land available for development in the core urban area of ​​Shanghai, so the renewal of the old city is inevitable in the future."

"Youth Road is located between several areas and may seem inconspicuous, but once the transportation is improved, the value of the surrounding area will be revalued."

Yu Yehua's eyes flickered slightly: "Do you think the traffic will change?"

Shen Ze didn't rule out any possibility: "Urban development won't always bypass that area."

"In some places, what's lacking isn't value, but a catalyst."

"If future transportation planning is upgraded, the value of this land on Qingnian Road will not be a matter of two or three hundred million."

Yu Yehua tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

Shen Ze didn't say much, but every word he uttered hit the nail on the head.

He had already seen the potential in Qingnian Road, but he was unsure of the timing.

But the certainty in Shen Ze's tone surprised him: "You're very confident."

Shen Ze said, "Don't do things you're not sure about."

Yu Yehua smiled: "The young man has good judgment, courage, and composure. Not bad."

He meant it sincerely.

Net worth and assets only prove that Shen Ze is rich.

But today's auction proves that he has his own vision, a vision that is more valuable than money.

After the meal, the two did not leave immediately.

There is a snooker table in the private lounge area of ​​the Shangrong Hotel.

Upon seeing this, Yu Yehua felt a little itchy to play: "Mr. Shen, do you know how to play billiards?"

Shen Ze glanced at the pool table: "I know a little."

Yu Yehua laughed: "That's perfect, play a game with me."

"I practiced it for a while when I was younger. If you're not familiar with it, I can guide you."

Upon hearing this, the hotel manager immediately ordered the golf clubs to be prepared.

Yu Yehua picked up a stick with practiced ease and started the game.

His skill level is indeed quite good; his positioning is stable, his shots are clean, and he hit several balls beautifully.

The manager and service staff stood nearby, praising in hushed tones.

"Chairman Yu's skills are quite impressive."

"This shot isn't something an amateur would just casually play."

"Mr. Shen is probably going to get a lecture."

Yu Yehua potted a red ball and smiled at Shen Ze: "Snooker is about patience and control; you can't rush it."

Shen Ze nodded and picked up the golf club.

For his first shot, he was just testing the waters.

The white ball is gently pushed out, the red ball is pocketed, and the cue ball stops near the black ball at the perfect angle.

Yu Yehua raised an eyebrow: "That's good positioning."

Shen Ze didn't say much and bent down to continue.

Red ball, black ball.

Each pole is clean and neat.

The cue ball landed perfectly on the table, as if it had been precisely calculated.

At first, the people around him just thought he was playing steadily.

But after a dozen or so shots, everyone's expression changed.

"This isn't just a little bit, is it?"

"That movement was too exaggerated."

"Every shot he makes paves the way for the next one."

"Chairman Yu just said he would give him guidance..."

Yu Yehua fell silent, staring at the pool table, growing increasingly alarmed.

Shen Ze's cueing rhythm wasn't fast, but it was frighteningly steady.

His long shots are accurate, his thin shots are accurate, and his shots close to the cushion are accurate. The most terrifying thing is his positioning.

Many balls look like they can only go in once, but Shen Ze always manages to get the cue ball to take the most suitable path and stop it steadily in the attacking area of ​​the next red ball.

The basic form of Yigan Qingtai has emerged.

When the last red ball was pocketed, Shen Ze continued his attack around the colored balls.

Yellow ball, green ball, brown ball, blue ball, pink ball.

The final black ball.

Snapped.

The black ball is pocketed.

The scoreboard is now in place.

147.

A perfect score.

The rest area was completely quiet.

The hotel manager's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

The waiter next to him stared wide-eyed and even held his breath.

Yu Yehua, gripping the cue stick, froze on the spot.

He certainly knew what 147 meant; it wasn't a score that an ordinary amateur expert could achieve by bluffing.

Even top professional players can't just play whenever they want.

A shot of 147 requires extremely high levels of accuracy, positioning, mental fortitude, and rhythm.

Yu Yehua looked at Shen Ze, his expression completely changing: "You call this knowing a little bit?"

Shen Ze put down his cue: "I was lucky."

Yu Yehua laughed in exasperation: "Just lucky to score 147?"

"If I believed that, I would have wasted the last few decades of my life."

The manager next to him quickly said, "Chairman Yu, Mr. Shen's skill level is terrifying. I've seen professional matches abroad before, and there are very few that can be this stable."

The waiter couldn't help but whisper, "I was completely stunned just now. Every single one of them looked like it was pre-arranged."

Yu Yehua took a deep breath and played another game.

The result was even more decisive; before he could find his rhythm, Shen Ze had already scored several goals in a row.

After several rounds, Yu Yehua was completely defeated and had no chance to fight back.

He went from shock to helplessness, then to admiration, and finally only one thought remained.

This young man is hiding his true abilities very well.

With assets, vision, and composure, they can even excel at top-tier leisure activities within this niche circle.

The key is that they don't flaunt it.

If someone like that could become my son-in-law...

The moment the idea popped into Yu Yehua's mind, the more he thought about it, the more suitable it seemed.

Shen Ze and Bing Lan already knew each other.

He, as a father, could see his daughter's reaction clearly, but he was still unsure of how far their relationship had progressed.

After the break, the two exchanged contact information.

Yu Yehua took out his phone and said with a smile, "Mr. Shen, let's keep in touch when you have time."

Shen Ze nodded: "Definitely."

Yu Yehua paused, not mentioning Yu Binglan, but casually asked, "Mr. Shen is so outstanding, he must have no shortage of suitors, right?"

Shen Ze glanced at him.

Yu Yehua smiled naturally: "I know a few nice girls around me, with good family backgrounds, personalities, and looks."

As he spoke, he even prepared to open his phone's photo album.

Shen Ze immediately understood and quickly said, "Chairman Yu, there's no need to trouble yourself."

Yu Yehua paused, then asked, "You have someone you like?"

Shen Ze nodded: "I have a girlfriend."

Yu Yehua's smile froze slightly.

Do you have a girlfriend?

He immediately felt sorry for his daughter; such an outstanding young man, yet she was already taken.

Yu Yehua wasn't one to force people, so he quickly put away his phone and said with a smile, "I was being presumptuous."

"It's normal for a young man like you to have a girlfriend."

Shen Ze didn't explain further, and the two parted ways at the hotel entrance.

After getting into the car, Yu Yehua couldn't help but sigh.

The assistant asked, "Chairman Yu, what's wrong?"

Yu Yehua looked out the window: "What a pity."

"Such a nice young man, he already has a girlfriend."

The assistant didn't dare to respond.