I confess, I am the Mr. Richest-Chapter 292: Big Shots Gathering, The Rude Young Master (Three More Updates)

Chapter 292: Chapter 292: Big Shots Gathering, The Rude Young Master (Three More Updates)

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Soon, the ad starring Chu Chen himself aired.

"Hmph, I thought Prada hired another celebrity."

"Turns out it’s just a kid wearing a mask?"

Pang Lingwen didn’t care. Who was this "back view god"? He paid no attention.

"Prada’s probably going to lose big this time."

In no time, the outcome left Pang Lingwen dumbfounded; the Prada endorsements by the "back view god" instantly topped all major trending lists.

Countless female fans started to take an interest in Prada, visiting its stores, and sales soared dramatically.

Prada’s market valuation began to rise as well, and it seemed only a matter of time before it would reach hundreds of billions.

That afternoon, Chu Chen received a call from Fang Yisong, a billionaire from Shanghai.

Fang Yisong invited Chu Chen to visit Lingfeng Manor the next day.

Lingfeng Manor, one of Shanghai’s top leisure resorts, offered golf, horse racing, fishing, shooting, and more.

It was a favorite spot for many wealthy businessmen in Shanghai.

Chu Chen had met Fang Yisong earlier in Hang City through Luo Yongning. Initially, Fang Yisong was deceived by an international conman and didn’t take note of Chu Chen.

But eventually, after learning about Chu Chen’s identity, he changed his attitude dramatically and personally went to Chu Chen’s company to apologize.

"Alright."

Tomorrow was the weekend. There were no college classes, which wouldn’t interfere with his tasks, so Chu Chen agreed.

Since he was going to stay in Shanghai for a while, expanding his network would be beneficial.

Without needing to drive, the next day, Fang Yisong personally came to pick up Chu Chen.

Fang Yisong’s Rolls-Royce stopped at Tomson Riviera, and Chu Chen got in.

"Impressive, Mr. Chu, you’ve only been in Shanghai for a few days, and already bought a place at Tomson Riviera. Such financial strength, I’m in awe," Fang Yisong exclaimed.

The luxury homes at Tomson Riviera were incredibly expensive, especially the top-tier ones, which could cost several billion.

Yet Mr. Chu arrived and casually purchased a mansion. How much liquidity did he have on hand?

Fang Yisong was truly shocked this time.

Finally, the two arrived at Lingfeng Manor together.

By now, three or four Shanghai bigwigs were already waiting there.

"This is Wei Jiantong, Chairman of Wei Group."

"This is Fan Ruisi, President of Tongfa Heavy Industry."

"This is Gao Zhengqi, a giant in Shanghai’s financial sector."

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Fang Yisong introduced them one by one.

"Hello, Mr. Chu."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Chu."

The Shanghai bigwigs exchanged greetings with Chu Chen. All of them held positions in companies with market values over a hundred billion, truly top-tier figures.

They played golf all morning.

In the afternoon, they headed to Lingfeng Manor’s equestrian area to ride horses.

The scenery at Lingfeng Manor was exceptionally beautiful, crafted by world-class designers, exquisitely refined; it was no wonder it attracted so many moguls for recreation.

Among these bigwigs, two didn’t know how to ride horses and, being older, weren’t interested in learning.

They couldn’t just leave, so they had some tables set up in a nice spot, arranged tea sets, and had some tea.

"Mr. Chu, your horse riding is impressive."

"Mr. Wei admits he’s no match."

"Mr. Chu, you’re young and talented, truly a standout among the younger generation."

After riding with Chu Chen for a while, the CEOs couldn’t help but express their amazement.

When they stopped, the group sat there, sipping tea and chatting, enjoying some peace.

But this rare tranquility was soon shattered.

In the distance, five or six fine horses galloped over, ridden by some richly dressed young men, flamboyantly stylish, each showcasing their bravado.

"Lin, your horse riding skills are getting better."

"Old Zhao, you little brat, wait for me!"

This group of young men joked and jeered, riding wildly around, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Before long, these flashy young men rode past Chu Chen and the others, kicking up a storm of dust.

The freshly poured tea was spoiled.

Seeing their tea filled with dust, the faces of the Shanghai moguls darkened.

Who were these reckless youths, daring to act so boldly in front of them?

Disturbing their peace was one thing, but even their tea was undrinkable now.

Yet given their dignified positions, they couldn’t just stand up and shout obscenities.

Just then, one of the young men suddenly halted his horse near Chu Chen and the group.

The young man approached Chu Chen and the others.

"Pour us some tea."

Unwilling to return for a drink, the young man commanded Chu Chen and the Shanghai bigwigs.

With that, he didn’t bother asking for Chu Chen’s or the moguls’ permission.

Being closest to Chu Chen, the young man grabbed Chu Chen’s teacup, only to find it full of dust.

"What is this?"

Looking disdainfully, the young man discarded the tea and the cup.

A few drops of tea spilled onto Chu Chen.

Seeing this, one of the moguls, financial bigwig Gao Zhengqi, looked incredibly displeased—it was his cup after all.

A bona fide official kiln piece, worth a fortune, one he used exclusively to serve guests, now tossed aside by some brat.

"Kid, you can stomach this kind of tea?"

Glancing at Chu Chen, the young man remarked with contempt.

Assertively, the young man picked up the teapot, along with a new cup, pouring himself another.

"Kid, get up. I need a break."

"Mind my horse for me."

The young man mistook Chu Chen for a servant at Lingfeng Manor.

Chu Chen was about to speak when a voice suddenly interrupted.

"Hold on."

Gao Zhengqi, unable to bear it any longer, spoke up first.

"Who are you to be so disrespectful to us and Mr. Chu?"

"Jiang Qilin, what about it?"

The young man responded fearlessly.

"Jiang Qilin, what a waste of a name," Chu Chen chimed in. This Jiang Qilin was being outrageously disrespectful.

"What the hell did you just say, punk?"

Jiang Qilin instantly flared up, insulted by someone nearly his age.

Unbearable, truly unbearable!

Seeing some conflict brewing around Jiang Qilin, the other young men gathered around to back him up.