From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Chapter 108: Chapter 97: You’re Not Dirty-Hearted, You’re Black-Hearted

Shanghai!

A top-tier private club!

The Qilin Club!

In VIP Room 888, Sicong was chatting with a young man about the LPL region’s recent disastrous loss in Paris.

"Man, you have no idea. The internet is in an absolute uproar. LGD’s official website was flamed so hard they had to shut it down!"

"Tell me about it. Even our team, IG, didn’t fare much better." Sicong flicked the ash from his cigarette, looking just as wistful. "Sigh, I just hope everyone pulls it together for the Spring Split next year."

"So, why did you ask me here today? It’s not just to chat about the LPL, is it?"

"Heh heh, Old Hou, your bro here only calls you when something good is up. Someone else is on their way, so remember to be on your best behavior!"

The "Old Hou" Sicong mentioned was none other than Hou Ting, the owner of the OMG club. He was also a quintessential second-generation heir who ran his own investment firm and had backed quite a few projects.

Hou Ting gave him a surprised look. "What kind of big shot are we talking about that you have to warn me like this? Don’t tell me someone from the Imperial Capital is in Shanghai?"

Sicong shook his head slightly but didn’t offer any specifics. He just repeated his warning that several more people were coming—all from their circle—and one of them was a major figure, so Hou Ting should be mindful of his expression.

Seeing how mysterious Sicong was being, Hou Ting, though intensely curious, suppressed his questions. As friends for many years, he knew Sicong must have his reasons for being so secretive.

The two chatted idly for a while before the door to the room was pushed open. Two figures entered, talking and laughing.

"Huh? Feiyu, Qin Fen, how did you two end up coming together?" Sicong stared at them, completely puzzled, never having imagined they knew each other.

The Feiyu that Sicong mentioned was Chen Feiyu of the Chen family, whom he had met earlier in Hong Kong. As for Qin Fen... well, his reputation preceded him.

"Hahaha! We just happened to run into each other in the parking lot," Chen Feiyu said with a laugh. "The Chen family has some business over in Macau, and we recently started collaborating with Qin Fen’s family, so we’ve gotten to know each other."

Sicong and Hou Ting understood the situation the moment they heard this. After all, both of them knew what Qin Fen’s family did for a living, so they naturally understood what kind of "business" Chen Feiyu was referring to.

"Now I’m the curious one. Sicong, how are you so familiar with Feiyu and the Chen family? I was quite surprised when I ran into him in the garage just now. We started chatting and realized we were both here to see you!"

Qin Fen was very curious as well. As far as he could recall, Sicong didn’t have many friends in Xiangjiang, let alone a friendship with a major clan like the Chen family.

Sicong and Chen Feiyu exchanged a glance, a meaningful smile playing on both their lips.

"I met Feiyu by chance when I was visiting Xiangjiang," Sicong explained briefly, not going into detail.

Qin Fen could tell there was more to the story, but since Sicong didn’t want to elaborate, he knew better than to ask.

Hou Ting and Qin Fen knew each other as well. The three of them, Sicong included, often hung out in Shanghai and frequently went out together.

After Chen Feiyu and Hou Ting were introduced to each other, the four of them settled onto the sofa and began to chat leisurely.

"Sicong, what are you playing at? You call us all here and then don’t get to the point. Are we just going to sit here making small talk and drinking tea?" Qin Fen, being the most straightforward of the group, couldn’t hold back any longer after a bit of idle chatter.

Sicong shot him an irritated look. "What’s the rush? Haste makes waste. There’s still one person who hasn’t arrived yet!"

As the saying goes: the speaker may be careless, but the listener pays close attention.

Something clicked for Chen Feiyu. He turned to Sicong and asked, his voice filled with anticipation, "The one you mentioned... it couldn’t be..."

"Mhm. He said he would come," Sicong confirmed with a smiling nod.

A look of delight spread across Chen Feiyu’s face.

Watching this exchange, Qin Fen and Hou Ting felt incredibly awkward.

"Alright, you two, stop beating around the bush. Who is this mystery big shot you’re talking about, important enough to have all of us waiting for him?" Qin Fen’s brows furrowed instantly.

Just then, the door opened again, and Su Chen appeared in the entrance.

Seeing the men in the room, Su Chen offered a faint smile and said, "Sorry, I got stuck in traffic. I’m late."

From where he sat, Qin Fen was angled toward the door. He saw that Su Chen was about his age, but he couldn’t recall ever seeing this person in their circles before.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Sicong and Chen Feiyu shoot to their feet, bowing their heads respectfully. "Young Master Su!"

When Su Chen saw them act this way, he knew at once they were just making his status clear to the other two. ’After all, we’re all friends and stopped using such formal titles long ago. Especially Sicong. He’s been around me for so long, he’s gotten completely casual. Doesn’t he just call me Old Su now?’

But this scene left the other two men completely stunned. In terms of wealth, Hou Ting was a notch below Sicong. In terms of background, Qin Fen was a notch below both Sicong and Chen Feiyu. For someone to make those two bow their heads respectfully and address him as "Young Master"—could his origins possibly be ordinary?

Qin Fen was practically dumbstruck. ’I was just about to throw a fit,’ he thought. ’Thank goodness Sicong and Chen Feiyu stood up when they did. Otherwise, I would’ve been in huge trouble this time.’

This all flashed through their minds in an instant. The two of them scrambled up from the sofa and, mimicking the others, called out, "A pleasure to meet you, Young Master Su!"

"Hey, no need to be so formal. We’re all friends here," Su Chen said amiably, but he strode confidently to the empty seat of honor at the head of the sofa and sat down.