The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Chapter 101: Peak Upon Debut

"What kind of look do you have?"

Chen Pingsheng waited downstairs for ten minutes before Chen An'an walked downstairs in a cool manner.

She was wearing a pair of black leather pants, with a string of fake bullets tied around her wide waist. In her left hand she held a gold hammer, and in her right hand she held a fake AK that was bigger than herself.

She wore a large straw hat, and her small face was complemented by large sunglasses.

This design... is it even readable?

Whoever taught her that must be dragged out and whipped for three days.

Chen An'an said earnestly, her little face full of concern, "Dad, please be serious. I am a cowboy from the South now."

"Aren't cowboys from the West? How come there's someone from the South here?"

Chen Pingsheng was dumbfounded. Chen An'an pulled her big sunglasses down a little and said, "Western cowboys are from abroad. Dad, we have to love our country."

Chen Pingsheng: "..."

He really raised a wonderful daughter.

"Chen An'an, even if you're going to dress up as a Southern cowboy, why are you wearing tight leather pants? I'm really afraid that your next fart will rip these pants open."

"Hmph." Chen An'an realized how bad her father was at speaking.

"Aren't all those chivalrous heroines on TV who like to fight for justice wearing leather pants?"

"You said it yourself, that's television, and the people on television are all slim and thin. Have you considered your own reality of eating eight bowls of rice a day?"

Chen Pingsheng pinched his nose, recalling how he used to see extremely overweight women wearing tight yoga pants and strutting around in front of him.

He felt an urge to rush up and punch someone.

Seeing my youngest daughter like this now is truly a tragedy.

Hmph… Chen An'an snorted at her father in dissatisfaction. Was she fat?
It's clearly just called "healthy," and it's gotten a little stronger.

There is a big difference between being healthy and being overweight.

Seeing the father and daughter looking somewhat helpless, Song Yanxi still offered a reminder.

"Pingsheng, go quickly, don't let Peiyao really get into any danger."

Alright, I can't be bothered with this brat. I need to get down to business.

Even though Chen Pingsheng was more afraid of the unexpected, he still called Gao Hu before setting off and asked him to bring a dozen or so burly chefs.

Anyway, there are still dozens of chefs being trained at the headquarters of Boiling Sheep. It's no problem to pull some people out in no time.

He set off first in his big Mercedes Bravo, and Chen An'an plopped down in the passenger seat, striking a cool pose before leaving.

Black King Kong traveled westward steadily and quickly.

……

the other side.

Inside a small, run-down factory located outside the Sixth Ring Road and near the Seventh Ring Road in Beijing.

Under the scorching sun, the boss couldn't even bear to turn on the air conditioning.

Jiang Peiyao, who was only eighteen years old, was indeed beautiful. She had come to the capital to stay with her older cousin.

Unfortunately, her phone was stolen on the train, along with the gift she had brought especially for her older cousin.

Jiang Peiyao burst into tears on the spot, but luckily she met a kind girl named Guo Wen who was standing nearby.

I brought her here and found her a temporary job, working sixteen hours a day, with a monthly salary of two thousand eight.

Jiang Peiyao was sweating profusely from the heat. She had very beautiful features; she looked especially alluring with makeup, but very innocent without it.

The boss wasn't bad to them, it's just that the wages were a bit low, the food was terrible, and the accommodation didn't even have a bathroom.

Putting all that aside, it's actually not bad.

"Peiyao, let's work harder. If we can surpass the other group, we can get an extra hundred yuan in bonus this month."

This place specializes in making cloth shoes, the purely handmade kind.

Jiang Peiyao and the girl next to her were both responsible for sewing shoe soles.

The boss was a fat woman who kept giving them pep talks. Jiang Peiyao thought she was right; once you're out in the world, you can't rely on your family.

She wants to buy a car and a house in Beijing with her own hard work.

Of course, she would prefer to use her monthly salary to buy a gift to visit her older cousin.

She felt embarrassed to show up empty-handed.

"By the way, Peiyao, didn't you come to the capital to find your cousin? Did you manage to contact her?"

Guo Wen, who was in the same group as her, was also only nineteen years old, but had been working for several years.

The most terrifying thing about being poor is not anything else, but having no way to arrange good jobs for your children.

That's just how she is; anyone with even a little bit of connections wouldn't be satisfied with just over three thousand a month.

They have to work more than ten hours a day.

Jiang Peiyao: "We got in touch with them and sent them an address."

Guo Wen: "I'll go with you to find her after I get paid."

"Well, my cousin's conditions should be pretty good."

Guo Wen, who was in the same group as her, was a really nice person, and Jiang Peiyao was very grateful to have met her.

Without her, I don't know what I would do.

Outside the factory gate.

The main gate opens to both sides, and there are no security guards in this small, run-down factory.

The big black car with the red "B" logo charged in headfirst, even pulling off a pretty little drift.

Black King Kong side parking.

With sunglasses on, Chen An'an looked like she didn't care about anyone, and her posture as she got out of the car with her hands behind her back, carrying a fake Ak, was incredibly cool.

The chassis was too high, and she almost twisted her ankle when she jumped. "Django, we're here to save you!"

The fat chicken waddled forward with its rear end swaying, and Chen An'an's posture was incredibly exaggerated.

Jiang Peiyao recognized the voice.

Isn't that my cousin's daughter, Chen An'an?
People in the factory, unaware of what was happening, came out to see what was going on.

Just then, Gao Hu arrived in his black and gold Maybach S680.

Stop behind him.

Among the vehicles that came in were a convertible Bentley, a Porsche Cayenne, and a super cool Ferrari F12.

Just one row of them.

A dozen or so burly chefs came down from inside; the contrast was just too adorable.

It made Chen An'an in front of them look like a gangster's daughter, not in a cool way, but in a way that made her clueless.

"An'an."

Jiang Peiyao came over to greet her in disbelief; this was still the same adorable Chen An'an.

What kind of look is this? And what kind of style is this?

Chen An'an beckoned her over, and pointed very seriously at the row of factory workers in front of her:
"With me, Chen An'an, here, you won't be able to touch a hair on my Jiang Gu's head."

"Clap~"

Chen Pingsheng slapped her hard on the back of the head and said with dissatisfaction, "It's a hair, not a leg hair. Do you even know how to do it?"

"Ah? Is that so?"

Realizing she had made a small mistake, Chen An'an rearranged her pose and said, "Everyone, stand still and don't move. I need to reorganize my words."

With a cute yet fierce expression, Chen An'an said, "With me, Chen An'an, here, you won't dare to lay a finger on Aunt Jiang."

"Make way for the labor and management to stand at the back."

Chen Pingsheng interrupted the little brat who was acting like a drama queen. He looked at Jiang Peiyao and asked, "You've come to the capital, why didn't you come to find us sooner?"

Look at her outfit; this pretty young girl has managed to make herself look all dirty.

It was all over my face.

Two strands of bangs fell down, giving them a very broken look.

"Brother-in-law."

Jiang Peiyao obediently walked to his side, but Guo Wen, who was on good terms with her, tugged at her sleeve and asked, "What's going on?"

"This is my cousin-in-law in Beijing."

"Huh?" Guo Wen looked at the group of people in disbelief, mainly because it was too exaggerated.

Although the girl in front of me doesn't seem very bright, she's dressed head-to-toe in designer brands.

Although the people behind them didn't look like much, they had probably only seen these cars on TV.

Normally, there's no chance to observe this up close.

Furthermore, beneath her cousin-in-law's unassuming demeanor lies the nonchalant air of a wealthy person.

The real big shot has arrived.

"Tsk... I never expected that Xiao Yao would have such a powerful relative in the capital."

How many tops?

"You're just all talk and no action. Look at that car with the letter 'B' on it! Do you even know what brand it is?"

A group of people were discussing it behind them.

"Isn't that BYD?"

“Look closely, you’re telling me this is a BYD, the ceiling of this SUV.”

"Isn't the ceiling a Mercedes-Benz G-Class?"

"Kid, take a good look. This is the upgraded version of the G-Class, the Mercedes Brabus G-Class, which starts at seven million."

"So exaggerated?"

The group of factory workers were quite intimidated by this knowledgeable team leader.

Suddenly, someone nearby started pounding their chest and stamping their feet.
"My God, I once had an opportunity in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. Looking back, I missed the chance to marry into a wealthy Japanese family."

That's crazy, so dramatic.

The other one was even more dramatic; tears streamed down her face.

"Brother, that's nothing. Pei Yao likes my good looks, but unfortunately I'm too dashing, she can't handle me."

A group of people looked at him with strange eyes, all knowing that he was responsible for receiving Jiang Peiyao when she entered the factory.

The key question is, with only five hairs left on your head, how do you think you're handsome and dashing?

Is it because he only takes a shower once every two weeks?

The female boss also came out, her legs still trembling slightly. "Brother, why didn't you say Pei Yao was your sister earlier? I haven't treated her badly."

She runs this small, run-down factory through thick and thin, supporting her eighty-year-old mother and her twenty-year-old husband.

She can't let hiring the wrong person ruin the factory.

Chen Pingsheng didn't waste any more words with her. "Settle my sister's wages for this period of time. Make sure it's reasonable, understand?"

"I understand, I understand, I must understand."

He then handed over five thousand to Jiang Peiyao. A talent like that would be worth at least ten thousand.

"Go help Peiyao pack her things in the dormitory. You're coming home with me today."

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