I confess, I am the Mr. Richest-Chapter 289: The Villain Shows Off, Setting Up a Stall in a Bentley?

Chapter 289: Chapter 289: The Villain Shows Off, Setting Up a Stall in a Bentley?

That luxury mansion, known as the Supreme King’s Palace, was the most extravagant mansion in all of Tomson Riviera.

In all of Tomson Riviera, there were only two such mansions.

One of them was bought in 2015 by a mysterious super-rich businessman for 245 million.

Now, in Tomson Riviera, only the mansion they were in, with an area of 1206 square meters, remained.

Five years had passed, and the property prices had skyrocketed. No one knew exactly how much this one was worth now.

Even on a conservative estimate, it was at least 600 to 700 million or more.

It had already surpassed 99.9% of the villas in Shanghai, even the villa where Mo Aoqun lived wasn’t as valuable as this mansion.

And the apartment Chu Chen mentioned was this legendary mansion?

This wasn’t an apartment at all.

This was even more villa-like than a villa!

And was 1206 square meters small?

It was already very big, wasn’t it?

Mo Aoqun ridiculed in his heart.

Looking at this legendary most luxurious mansion in Tomson Riviera, Mo Aoqun couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

A luxury mansion could greatly reflect the owner’s identity, background, and strength.

This mansion had been eyed by many billionaires in Shanghai, but who would have thought that Chu Chen, who had just arrived in Shanghai recently, would directly take it?

How much money did he actually have?!

Mo Aoqun was immensely curious about how much liquid capital Chu Chen had.

Two billion, three billion, or how much?

You should know, even though Mo Aoqun was the chairman of Wanxiang Group, most of his assets were tied up in the company, and his liquid capital wasn’t much.

Looking at Chu Chen’s mansion, Mo Aoqun, who hadn’t even prepared to show off, was momentarily at a loss for words.

His villa at Sheshan Golf County in Shanghai was a famous villa area, ranking in the top ten in Shanghai.

But before he could brag, he discovered that Chu Chen actually lived in this legendary mansion.

How was he supposed to show off?

Show off what?

It was too embarrassing.

Luckily, Mo Aoqun didn’t know that a quarter of Tomson Riviera belonged to Chu Chen, otherwise, he would have been even more shocked.

Amazing, truly amazing.

After looking around the mansion, Mo Aoqun was filled with admiration—it was indeed the most luxurious mansion in Tomson Riviera, with world-class decor, design, and decoration.

"By the way, I also prepared a set for Yuwan downstairs."

Chu Chen added.

Originally, Chu Chen didn’t want to go through so much trouble. Since there were many rooms here and he was a decent person, he planned to let Mo Yuwan live here.

But considering it was in front of Mo Aoqun, it wouldn’t be appropriate to directly ask his daughter to stay here.

"That’s good."

Mo Aoqun breathed a sigh of relief, slightly relaxed.

"No need for such trouble. If Mr. Chu doesn’t mind, I can also live here, given there’s plenty of room."

Mo Yuwan unexpectedly spoke up.

It was unclear whether she said this to aggravate Mo Aoqun or if she had other intentions.

However, she trusted Chu Chen.

"You..."

Hearing Mo Yuwan’s words, Mo Aoqun’s nose was almost twisted with anger.

If it weren’t for the earlier incident that made the father-daughter relationship fragile, making Mo Aoqun afraid to act rashly, he probably would have already sent someone to forcefully bring Mo Yuwan home.

Mo Aoqun widened his eyes, trying to use his gaze to threaten Mo Yuwan not to do this.

However, Mo Yuwan didn’t look at him, rendering Mo Aoqun’s efforts in vain and leaving his eyes sore.

Finally, after saying goodbye to Chu Chen, Mo Aoqun reluctantly left.

Someone else’s daughter was better!

She wasn’t even married off yet and was already opposing him, siding with outsiders, sigh.

Mo Yuwan stayed here and found a guest room.

It wasn’t late; after dinner, Chu Chen and Mo Yuwan went downstairs for a walk outside the community, as nightlife was just beginning.

Recently, street culture was on the rise, and various stalls appeared in many places.

Along the way, Chu Chen saw many street stalls.

However, one stall was especially popular, attracting many passersby.

Chu Chen and Mo Yuwan happened to pass by and stopped to take a look.

There was a Bentley Continental worth over three million parked there, and in front of the Bentley, a young man about twenty-eight or twenty-nine was sitting, setting up a stall, selling some small trinkets.

"Hey, brother, is that Bentley back there yours?"

A passerby couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

"Yes, it’s mine."

The stall owner answered casually.

"Is it really his?"

"Driving a Bentley Continental worth over three million and still setting up a stall?"

"No wonder he’s rich. Even being so wealthy, he continues to hustle, admirable, admirable!"

"Brother, you’re awesome."

Hearing these words, the young stall owner felt incredibly smug.

Forget setting up a stall; he was just here to flaunt his wealth and show off.

Anyway, he was bored, so putting on a show, flaunting wealth, and welcoming the admiration and praise from these people felt so satisfying.

Of course, it also helped in picking up girls.

In just over half an hour, he had already added seven or eight good-looking women on WeChat.

Now, he was considering which one to approach.

Ah, having money can also be worrisome.

With so many girls, he didn’t know which one to choose?

The young man criticized in his mind.

After looking at his phone for a while, the young stall owner raised his head, stretching his neck.

"Huh?"

It was then that he suddenly noticed Mo Yuwan, who was about to leave with Chu Chen.

Stunning!

Absolutely a stunning beauty.

She was too perfect!

Be it looks, figure, or aura, she was at the top tier.

Compared with her, the so-called "beauties" he added were trash, not worth mentioning.

At this moment, the young stall owner felt his decision was truly right.

Thankfully, he came out to flaunt wealth at the stall this time; otherwise, he wouldn’t have encountered such a stunning beauty.

"Hey, beautiful, where are you headed?"

The young stall owner proactively struck up a conversation.

"If you don’t mind, you can ride in my car."

"Although it’s not a mansion, just a Bentley Continental worth over three million."

Looking at his car, the young stall owner showed off.

"No need."

Mo Yuwan declined immediately.

"Don’t like Bentley, no problem, if you’re willing, I have Lamborghinis and Ferraris too."

"Beautiful, what kind of car do you like? I can have it brought over right away."

The young stall owner persisted.

"What?"

"Not just a Bentley, but also Lamborghini and Ferrari?"

"Richer than rich!"

"That’s so much money; these cars combined must be worth tens of millions."

Hearing the young stall owner’s words, several passersby repeatedly exclaimed in shock.

"Not interested."

Mo Yuwan shook her head again.

The young stall owner was momentarily awkward, not knowing what more to say.

Bentley, Lamborghini, and Ferrari weren’t appealing?

"Beautiful, I am the financial director of Carey Financial Company..."

Finally, the young stall owner sought to impress with his job and income.

With income and work, he could beat out 99% of people in Shanghai!