Brilliant Years 1991

Chapter 52: A Peaceful Banquet at Hongmen (Please read on!)

The Dali Palace is indeed magnificent.

In fact, the whole road where it is located has a feeling of grandeur - it is somewhat similar to the decoration style of Lao Shang Beach during the Republic of China period in film and television dramas, with colorful neon lights flashing.

Cao Yukun was a bumpkin again, listening to Xu Delu spreading knowledge, "Everyone says that Mr. Jin has shares here, but who knows what's going on? Anyway, the seats are expensive, the second-floor private rooms are even more expensive, and the third-floor private rooms are even more expensive! As for private room number one, I'm sorry, it's not open! It's only for Mr. Jin to entertain guests here. If you don't have a net worth of millions, you can't get in!"

“Shanghai Beach, the best place to eat is the most beautiful!”

As I was listening, I walked in and a waiter came up to me immediately. After asking clearly that I was Mr. Jin's guest, he immediately became respectful and looked very well-trained. He took me up to the third floor politely.

So, as expected, he entered box number one.

It’s so fucking big!
Although Cao Yukun considered himself a poor middle-class person in his previous life, he had accompanied clients and spent the company's reception fees. He had also been to some luxurious places a few times, but he had never seen such a large private room - it felt like it was more than 100 square meters!
"Mr. Kun is so kind and will do what he says!"

"My pleasure! Of course I'll come!"

There were many sofas arranged in an orderly manner around the large private room, with many people already sitting on them, but the huge dining table in the middle was still empty. The waiter led us in, and soon some people stood up from the sofa area on the inside of the box. In addition to Jin Zhiqiang who I met that night, there were two others.

They are all relatively young, including Jin Zhiqiang, who looks to be around 27, 28 or 30 years old.

"Let me introduce you to my friend, Mr. Su, Su Jianshan, who is in foreign trade and also trades stocks. This is Mr. Ming, Sun A Ming, who also used to do import and export and now also likes to trade stocks!"

"This is our little brother, young and promising, with extraordinary courage! Cao Yukun, President Kun!"

"Hello, President Su! Hello, President Ming!"

"Boss Kun holds 30,000 subscription certificates. I'm so jealous!"

"That's right! For the subscription in the next year, there will be 30 to 50 stocks, and each one will increase several times. Among those sitting in the room today, no one can earn more than you, Mr. Kun!"

"Don't flatter me, my two elder brothers!"

"Hahaha……"

Fortunately, there was no tension at all, and it should have been a peaceful Hongmen Banquet.

Su Jianshan was probably from the capital, and although his Mandarin was extremely standard, there was still a hint of Beijing dialect in his occasional syllables. As for Sun Amin, his accent was mixed and hard to tell, it seemed like he had a Shanghai accent, but also some tones of Ningbo and Zhoushan.

As soon as Cao Yukun arrived, Jin Zhiqiang immediately ordered the dishes to be served.

After sitting down and chatting for only a few minutes, and before he had even finished smoking a cigarette, the man who had taken out his wallet and paid at Ah Hong Tea Restaurant that night came over and whispered, "Boss Jin, it's time to start."

So Jin Zhiqiang stood up and said, "Come on, please!"

So, the four of them sat down.

At this moment, Cao Yukun suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He turned around to look for Huang Jiaying and Xu Delu, and found that they seemed a little confused as well.

So when Jin Zhiqiang said he wanted to treat us to a meal, only four of us would be allowed to sit together?
Such a big table of food is already full!

However, they were obviously overthinking it, because as soon as the meal was about to begin and they sat down, the two tables in the corner of the room were quickly set aside and the dishes were served in a continuous stream. In just a minute or two, the tables, chairs, cups, plates and delicious food were already in place - Cao Yukun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the waiters coming in one after another but quietly and orderly to set up the table and serve the dishes.

What a big rule!
He turned around and saw the other three people at the table looking at him. Although their expressions were different, they all showed some contempt and ridicule. He decisively laughed at himself, "Excuse me, you country bumpkin. I've never seen such a big scene!"

Su Jianshan lowered his head and sneered, as if with disdain.

Sun A Ming nodded in understanding and laughed.

As for Jin Zhiqiang, he seemed very satisfied with Cao Yukun's performance. "It's not a big event, but we should at least let the guests eat and drink well."

Having said this, he stood up with his glass in hand and looked around proudly.

"Today, we are blessed with a good thing. New stocks have soared since the opening. I have specially invited you to come for a drink! The dishes are bland and the hospitality is not good enough, but fortunately, we have some foreign wine, which is enough for us to get drunk together! You all..."

He glanced around and everyone had no choice but to stand up.

Then they had to raise their glasses together and listen to him continue, "I wish our motherland prosperity, and I wish Shanghai's stock market will always rise! Rise! Rise! I wish you and I will get rich! Cheers!"

As early as when he said the second paragraph, Cao Yukun had keenly noticed that two people who were originally sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up, holding cameras in their hands!
At this moment, the four of them raised their glasses together, and the glasses clinked together with a sound.

At the same time, the flash light suddenly lit up, accompanied by the clicking sound of the shutter, which made Cao Yukun almost unable to help but turn his head to look several times - what the hell does this mean?
But his mind raced and he restrained himself.

The time of traveling through time was not long, less than half a year. Even in November last year, Cao Yukun was so nervous when he was going to meet Song Yuhuai and the managers of the beverage factory with him. His hands kept sweating!

But now, I don’t know if it’s because of the various pressures in recent months that have really been tempering him. In short, he is still a little nervous, but at least it is not noticeable.

Even in a complex and inexplicable situation like today!

Drink it all in one gulp.

When he put down his wine glass, Cao Yukun noticed that the people holding cameras had been asked to sit at a table in the corner.

"Come, take a seat and try the food."

Eat and chat.

Cao Yukun was a man of few words, and would hardly speak unless asked. He would just listen to them chatting about the romantic gossip of Shanghai Beach.

I was halfway through my second glass of wine when the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open and a young woman in a cheongsam walked in. She was straight and slender with her hair in a bun. She looked very young, fashionable and elegant. She smiled even when she was silent, and her brows were even more beaming when she spoke. "Hello, Mr. Jin, hello, all the bosses!"

Jin Zhiqiang stood up almost immediately, smiling, "Tingfang, you're late!"

It turns out that this is the owner of Dali Palace, named Wang Tingfang, from Taiwan.

Of course, according to Xu Delu...

Toasting and being polite, Ms. Wang Tingfang, with one hand held by Jin Zhiqiang and the other holding a wine glass, was really graceful and had a strong aura. And when you looked at her up close, this woman was really stunningly beautiful, especially her eyes, which were sparkling and seemed to be looking at everyone with affection, but at the same time made you feel that she was elegant and beautiful, and you would not feel that she had any worldly air at all.

To be honest, this was the first time Cao Yukun had seen a woman like this.

If Song Yuhua dressed up carefully and learned how to smile from others, maybe she could have some of this woman's charm - but it wouldn't work, because that woman had a cold and hard temperament, and it was probably impossible to learn that from her.

Song Yuqian is not suitable, she is too pure and too honest.

Huang Jiaying is not good enough, her facial features show the sense of life that she has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

Hu Zihong is not good enough either. She is charming enough but lacks charisma. She is too feminine.

I inexplicably felt that her facial features were a bit like a celebrity from my previous life - but of course, that was impossible! In 92, she had already opened the most luxurious hotel in Shanghai, and was associated with the country's top wealthy businessmen. Her personal wealth was inestimable. If she didn't fall in years, I don't know how rich she would be. How could she work so hard to act?

When she turned to Cao Yukun to toast, she smiled brightly, her eyes full of curiosity, "Mr. Kun looks so young! So handsome!"

Cao Yukun smiled, "I am a little younger."

Jin Zhiqiang said, "Mr. Kun is really young. He was born in 73 and is less than years old this year!"

Hearing this, Cao Yukun's heart couldn't help but jump.

When he turned his head, Jin Zhiqiang didn't seem to notice anything. He was looking at the beauty beside him with a smile on his face, with an infatuated look on his face, as if what he said just now was purely to show his powerful information ability in front of the beauty.

But Cao Yukun even subconsciously slowed down his breathing.

"Wow, nineteen years old!"

Wang Tingfang seemed to be really frightened. "At the age of 19, he went to Shanghai alone, fought in the stock market, and earned tens of millions of dollars! It really makes people admire him! President Kun, I salute you!"

"Mr. Wang, you're too polite! Actually, what Mr. Jin saw was a fake ID!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Tingfang's wine glass had already touched his lips, but then stopped, and Jin Zhiqiang turned his head to look at him in surprise - the news could not be wrong, but they did not estimate the problem of fake IDs!
However, nowadays, fake ID cards are not something surprising and can be avoided.

This made him feel quite embarrassed, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the companions.

But then Cao Yukun said: "Actually, I am 32 years old this year!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then Su Jianshan was the first to burst into laughter.

Even Wang Tingfang understood it quickly, and couldn't help but glance at Cao Yukun with a charming look, "Then I should call you Brother Kun. Brother Kun, let me toast to you!"

It was not until this time that Jin Zhiqiang suddenly came to his senses - it turned out that he had been fooled!

(End of this chapter)