From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Chapter 110: Chapter 97: Your Heart Isn’t Dirty, It’s Black

Seeing this, Hou Ting and Qin Fen, who were standing nearby, also chimed in, "Young Master Su, we..."

Before they could finish, Su Chen cut them off with a raised hand.

"Talk to Sicong. This whole thing is his to handle. I don’t know anything!"

After speaking, Su Chen shot a glance at Sicong. The latter, who had been reveling in his own cleverness, snapped to his senses with a jolt. ’Damn it,’ he cursed himself, ’I was getting so cocky I forgot who’s who.’

Having come to his senses, Sicong immediately pulled Chen Feiyu and Qin Fen aside to discuss the details. He figured discussing this in front of Su Chen would probably just bother him.

Watching the four of them sit down at the table, Su Chen’s eyes narrowed on Sicong as he muttered quietly to himself.

’You crafty devil, Wang Sicong. I knew there was a reason you invited me. Said it was just for dinner, but you clearly wanted to use me as a human shield!’

’I didn’t expect him to pull in people like Chen Feiyu and Qin Fen. He’s really played his hand well!’

’Chen Feiyu’s presence indirectly demonstrates my superior status, which will make Qin Fen and that Hou Ting fellow think twice before acting out. That way, Sicong can firmly control the conversation during the negotiations.’

’As for Chen Feiyu, after I said, "Sicong’s in charge," he’ll have to think twice even if he wants to fight for a larger cut.’

Su Chen wasn’t angry that Sicong was clearly using him. After all, it was for the good of their own business, and it would help them quickly crack open the domestic market.

The people Sicong picked were quite interesting, too.

Hou Ting’s family had businesses spread across the Southwest and Northwest regions. Chen Feiyu’s family was well-connected in Xiangjiang, Macau, and the southern coastal areas.

As for Qin Fen, he had a lot of clout around Shanghai.

And Sicong, needless to say, had the Imperial Capital and the northern market locked down. It looked like he’d carved up the entire domestic market.

With the combined power of these families, this wine would make a name for itself in less than half a month.

They negotiated for about half an hour. During that time, Sicong and the others argued several times, getting so loud that Su Chen had to clear his throat twice to remind them to keep their emotions in check.

Su Chen wasn’t entirely clear on the final outcome, but everyone wore a smug expression, as if they had each secured a huge slice of the cake for themselves.

At dinner that night, now united by a common interest, the group was in high spirits. Qin Fen and Hou Ting, in particular, toasted Su Chen relentlessly, like workers on an assembly line. As soon as one finished, the other would jump in.

Even with Sicong and Chen Feiyu running interference, Su Chen still ended up drinking nearly half a bottle of Maotai.

.......

When it was time to leave, Su Chen got into Sicong’s pink Rolls-Royce.

"Those two, Qin Fen and Hou Ting, they’re no good. Next time, I’ll have to give them a proper welcome," Su Chen said irritably, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Just thinking about all the excuses they’d come up with for toasts during dinner made his head buzz.

"Hahaha! It’s just because they were excited. Besides, I blocked plenty of those toasts for you!"

At that, Su Chen got annoyed. "You’ve got some nerve. Were your intentions for inviting me today pure? Tell me, hand on your heart!"

Sicong gave an awkward laugh, scratching his head. "Hey, I was just trying to get a better deal for us!"

"A better deal? What kind of scheme did you cook up this time?" Su Chen asked, looking at Sicong with suspicion.

This got Sicong excited. He pulled a bottle of Fiji water from the car’s mini-fridge, wet his throat, and said, "Hehe... I gave them the distribution rights. The entire domestic market, except for the Imperial Capital, is theirs. As for marketing and operations, that’s all on them. We’re only responsible for production and shipping!"

Su Chen was stunned by his maneuver. ’Aren’t they basically just three workhorses? And willing ones at that!’

Chen Feiyu and Qin Fen would definitely make money, but the lion’s share would be in the hands of Su Chen and Sicong.

"Tsk, tsk. I was going to say you were just dirty," Su Chen teased with a smile, "but now I see you clearly. You’re not dirty, you’re black-hearted!!"

"Old Su, that’s not fair! How can you call me black-hearted when it was a completely voluntary arrangement?!"

Seeing Sicong’s mock-serious expression, Su Chen just smiled, shook his head, and turned to look out the window.

"By the way, Old Su, Qin Fen invited you to hang out tomorrow. You going?"

Su Chen remembered Qin Fen’s invitation as they were leaving the club. After a moment of silence, he said, "Sure. It’s not like a day or two makes any difference."

Right now, the only thing on his mind was the system’s upcoming upgrade!