After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

After half an hour.

Jiang Ye drove alone to a back alley in the old town of Hanzhou.

Push open the heavy wooden door with the neon sign that reads "Echo".

Seeing Jiang Ye walk in, Zhao Changjiang gave a wry smile.

"Yezi, you're here. Please make yourself at home. Look at this place, there are hardly any customers. Maybe I should just sell it. I'll pay you back the money you owed. Look, I can't even afford to treat you to a decent drink."

Jiang Ye remained silent.

He walked over, pulled out a reasonably intact chair, sat down, snatched the bottle of Erguotou from Zhao Changjiang's hand, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquor flowed down his throat, making him wince slightly.

"Yangtze."

Jiang Ye put down the wine bottle and stared intently at Zhao Changjiang's dejected face.

"Didn't I tell you last time to keep the band and preserve this bar?"

Zhao Changjiang paused for a moment, then shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Yezi, stop teasing me. My lousy band can't even afford a decent venue, where else can we go?"

"Let's go to Genting Town."

Jiang Ye spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone exuding an undeniable air of dominance.

"I'll rent you the most central and largest antique-style building in Cloud Top Town for free!"

"I want you to build the largest and most authentic livehouse in all of Hanju, and even the entire Gangnam province!"

"I want your music to become the soul of Genting Town!"

Upon hearing these words...

Zhao Changjiang suddenly raised his head, and his previously lifeless eyes instantly burst forth with an incredulous light!

"Yoko...you...you're not kidding, are you?!"

"Genting Town? That's a high-end resort area! Can it accommodate underground rock and folk music like ours?"

"If I say yes, then yes!"

Jiang Ye slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"That's the contrast I want! I want to break down those so-called high-end barriers and let truly soulful music reignite in this dead city!"

"Yangtze River, I have only one question for you."

"You, dare to go crazy with me?!"

Looking into Jiang Ye's eyes, which were filled with fervor and confidence.

At this moment, the passion within Zhao Changjiang was completely ignited!

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the table, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp!

"Let's do it!"

Zhao Changjiang smashed the empty wine bottle hard on the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

"Wild Child! Since you dare to entrust such a large venue to me, I, Zhao Changjiang, will risk my old life to ensure you don't lose face!"

"I'll move this bar!"

. . .

The time that follows.

After returning to Kunlun Capital headquarters.

Jiang Ye locked himself in his office and didn't go out for three days and three nights.

On the desk, various design drawings, financial statements, and investment plans for the Cloud Top Town were piled up. The cigarette butts in the ashtray had piled up into a small mountain, and the air was filled with the strong smell of nicotine and the bitterness of coffee.

Jiang Ye's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

Although bringing Zhao Changjiang's Livehouse to Genting Town was like throwing a stone into a stagnant pond, causing a few ripples.

But that's far from enough!

How could a single underground music bar possibly support a massive cultural and tourism complex that costs tens of billions of dollars and covers a huge area?

This is like opening a small shop in a huge empty city; it simply cannot create a strong customer flow siphon effect!

"What exactly is missing?"

Jiang Ye scratched his greasy, tangled hair in frustration, his eyes bloodshot.

He stared at the huge panoramic plan of Cloud Top Town on the wall, feeling as if his mind was a tangled mess, unable to make sense of it all.

There are countless eyes watching him right now!

Those competitors he once trampled underfoot, those business tycoons who watched him make a fool of himself at the land auction, and even the Wang family of Yanjing, were all waiting to see Jiang Ye suffer a major setback on this unfinished project!

If Yunding Town fails to thrive, Kunlun Capital's cash flow will be severely hampered, and Jiang Ye's reputation as the "God of Wealth of Hanzhou" will be completely ruined in his own hands!

"Damn it! Are we really going to end up like Xia Yu, importing all those cookie-cutter international brands and turning it into a high-end shopping mall with no unique features?"

Jiang Ye gritted his teeth and firmly rejected the idea in his heart.

Do not!

Absolutely not!

If that's done, Genting Town will completely lose its soul and become industrial waste on the capitalist assembly line!

Jiang Ye can't afford to lose face like this!

Just as Jiang Ye was working himself to the bone with the blueprints, on the verge of a breakdown.

"Click".

The heavy mahogany door of the office was gently pushed open from the outside.

Jiang Ye assumed it was Lei Heng delivering documents again, and without even looking up, he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Put it on the table! Don't bother me unless it's important!"

However, he was not met with Lei Heng's rough voice.

Instead, a crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground, accompanied by a familiar, faint scent of woody perfume and a rich, enticing aroma of chicken soup, quietly wafted into Jiang Ye's nostrils.

Jiang Ye was suddenly stunned.

This taste...

He looked up in disbelief, following the scent.

When Jiang Ye saw the figure standing at the door, his bloodshot eyes widened instantly!

Han Qingru!

It was actually the eldest sister, Han Qingru!

She was wearing a khaki casual trench coat over a simple white turtleneck sweater, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Having shed the ruthless and decisive queen-like aura she exudes in the international business world, she now appears like a gentle and considerate older sister next door.

In her hand, she was also carrying an exquisite stainless steel insulated bucket.

"Big...Big Sister?!"

Jiang Ye suddenly stood up from the boss's chair, almost knocking over the coffee cup on the table because he stood up so suddenly.

"What brings you here?! Weren't you busy with mergers and acquisitions overseas?"

Looking at Jiang Ye's disheveled, sunken-eyed, and haggard appearance, Han Qingru felt a pang of undisguised heartache flash in her eyes.

She walked briskly to the desk in her high heels and put down the thermos.

"I just happened to be back in Korea for an international jewelry exhibition, and I stopped by Hanju to see you."

As Han Qingru spoke, she walked around the desk and stood in front of Jiang Ye.

She didn't mind the strong smell of smoke and sweat on Jiang Ye, and simply opened her arms to give him a tight hug.

Feeling the soft and warm body in my arms, and smelling the comforting fragrance in her hair.

Jiang Ye's nerves, which had been taut for three days and three nights, seemed to be instantly released at this moment.

He wrapped his arms around Han Qingru tightly, rested his chin on her shoulder, and took a deep breath.

"Big sister, you've come at just the right time."

Jiang Ye's voice was somewhat muffled, carrying a rare hint of vulnerability.

After hugging for a while, Jiang Ye suddenly realized something.

He loosened his grip on Han Qingru slightly, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over her chest, a familiar wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"However, eldest sister..."

Jiang Ye leaned close to Han Qingru's ear, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of roguishness.

"It's been a while, and your legs seem to have gotten bigger again?"

"You hugged me so tightly I could hardly breathe."