From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Chapter 109: Chapter 97: Your Heart Isn’t Dirty, It’s Black

Only after Su Chen sat down did Si Cong and the others follow suit.

Qin Fen and Hou Ting both looked at Su Chen curiously, wondering to themselves, ’What’s this guy’s story? For Si Cong and Chen Feiyu to treat him this way... We’re familiar with every notable second-generation heir in the country.’

Plus, Si Cong had just said he wasn’t from the Imperial Capital, which made it all the more baffling.

Su Chen noticed all four of them staring at him and said to Si Cong, "Why is everyone looking at me? Get to the point. I want to go back and catch up on my sleep when we’re done."

Hearing this, Si Cong cleared his throat, drawing the gazes of Chen Feiyu and the other two toward him. He then said, "I’ve called you all here today to talk about a project that’s going to make a killing!"

"Make a killing? If it were really that profitable, would you be including us? You’d probably have secretly invested in it yourself by now!" Qin Fen blurted out without thinking.

The room instantly fell silent. Seeing this, Qin Fen seemed to realize he had misspoken.

Fortunately, Chen Feiyu, who was beside him, quickly saved the situation, preventing the awkwardness from lingering.

"Si Cong, what’s this project you’re talking about?"

"I’m also curious about what this profitable project is!" Hou Ting chimed in.

Si Cong didn’t answer right away. Instead, he got up, walked to the door of the private room, and said a few words to the staff waiting outside.

A moment later, two lovely waitresses came in carrying three decanters of wine and several glasses.

The waitresses placed a wine glass in front of each person. One of them then took the rightmost decanter and poured a small amount into every glass.

"Have a taste, see what you think!" Si Cong gestured for them to begin, then leisurely picked up his own glass to savor it.

Chen Feiyu didn’t hesitate. ’I get it now,’ he thought. ’It seems Su Chen is the real boss here, and Si Cong is just the point man leading the charge.’

He picked up his glass and gave it a gentle swirl, noticing the wine was incredibly smooth, leaving no streaks on the glass.

He took a large gulp, letting it wash over his palate in several small swallows.

When the pure, rich flavor rushed from his mouth straight to his head, Chen Feiyu couldn’t help but down the rest of the wine in his glass.

"This wine is incredible! It’s so much better than anything I’ve had before!"

Hearing Chen Feiyu’s praise, Qin Fen and Hou Ting exchanged a look and immediately picked up their own glasses to taste the wine.

For a moment, everyone was lost in the wine’s lingering aftertaste.

"This one was produced last year," Si Cong said casually. "The other two decanters are aged ten and twenty years, respectively. You can try them all."

Hearing this, the three of them immediately fixed their eyes on the other two decanters. Qin Fen, being the quickest, poured himself a large glass and began to drink with relish.

Soon, the other two decanters had been drunk completely dry, without a single drop left!

"Si Cong, you didn’t just bring us here to drink this wine, did you? I admit, the quality is fantastic. It could easily rank in the top three in the entire wine world!"

"Especially the aged ones. They could compete with a 1974 Romanée-Conti, or even a 1945 estate-grade vintage. The business you mentioned... it’s not selling this wine, is it?"

Aside from Qin Fen, whose business achievements were slightly less impressive, the other two were seasoned veterans who had been immersed in the business world for years. Although they had drunk a fair amount, it didn’t affect their thinking in the slightest, and they quickly figured out what was going on.

"Hmm... If this wine were to enter the domestic market, do you think there’d be a huge business opportunity?" Si Cong said, leaning back on the sofa with his arms crossed.

Meanwhile, Su Chen, still holding his unfinished glass of wine, watched Si Cong’s performance with no intention of interjecting. He took a sip from time to time, as if no one else was there.

The gazes of the three men instantly grew feverish. Chen Feiyu even glanced at Su Chen, but seeing that he wasn’t being acknowledged, he could only turn his eyes back to Si Cong.

"None of us here are outsiders. Since you called us all here, you must have a plan. Just say it directly!" Hou Ting had a bold and direct personality; he didn’t like beating around the bush.

Si Cong nodded at his words. "Alright, I won’t beat around the bush. Young Master Su has a vineyard in Paris, a full 300 mu, with a minimum annual grape yield of 400 tons. The wine you just drank was produced by the vineyard itself!"

Qin Fen and Hou Ting, who only drank wine, didn’t understand the significance of 400 tons. But Chen Feiyu was different. The Chen family had started out in commercial real estate, so they were naturally knowledgeable about many products, and wine was one of them...

’One ton of grapes can produce about 720 standard bottles of wine,’ he calculated. ’Four hundred tons means nearly 290,000 bottles. I know that over a billion bottles of red wine are consumed in the country every year, and the vast majority are low- to mid-range products.’

’Even if high-end wine only accounts for one percent, that’s still tens of millions of bottles consumed a year. That alone shows how massive the market is.’

They had just tasted several different vintages and were completely confident in the wine’s quality.

It was good enough to compete with world-class top-tier wines. The potential was staggering. Even at a thousand yuan a bottle, that would mean nearly three hundred million in sales. After costs, the profit margin could be at least eighty percent—a profit of over two hundred million!

At this thought, everyone’s expressions grew even more excited.

"Young Master Su, just tell us what to do. I’ll follow your lead completely!" Chen Feiyu was quite cunning; knowing this was Su Chen’s enterprise, he was the first to declare his allegiance.