We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

Ye Chen's slender fingers began to edit the information.

Outside the car window, the night view of Shanghai was like a surging tide.

The neon lights swept across the glass, casting flickering light on his young and handsome face.

"Consultant Zhang, I dare to use people that others dare not use."

"If she's capable enough, have her come to the company to see me at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

"Also, let me remind her in advance."

Ye Chen paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm not afraid of troublemakers here, I'm only afraid of useless people."

The message has been sent.

The phone screen went dark.

Ye Chen casually tossed his phone aside, leaned back in the spacious leather seat of the Mercedes-Benz S600, his posture relaxed yet exuding an indescribable sense of control.

Having spent over a decade working at a major internet company in his previous life, he knew all too well that a company's truly terrifying vulnerabilities were never in its code.

And in the account book.

Where does the money go?

How should the contract be signed?

How should the tax be handled?

How to set up a capital pool?

These things are incomprehensible to laymen, but experts can easily devour a startup company without leaving a trace by simply manipulating the system.

Therefore, rules must be established for the finance department from the very beginning.

In the eyes of those shady bosses, someone like Su Ya is a ticking time bomb.

But in Ye Chen's case...

She is a knife.

The sharper the blade, the better.

As long as the person holding the knife is steady enough, there is no fear of the knife injuring someone.

the other side.

In the office building of Ruichi Talent.

Zhang Bo sat at his workstation, staring at the reply on his phone screen, stunned for a full half minute.

The air conditioning in the office was on full blast, but he inexplicably felt a burning sensation in his back.

Having worked in the industry for so many years, Zhang Bo has seen too many entrepreneurs.

Some people dare to value a company at 100 million yuan based on just a few pages of business plan.

Some offices haven't even been rented yet, but they've already started making grand promises about going public.

Some bosses claim to respect talent, but when it comes to salary negotiations, they practically want to slash candidates' wages to the bone.

But he had never seen anyone like Ye Chen.

Eighteen years old.

The company was just registered.

They immediately offered high salaries to poach talent.

Hearing the words "industry-wide ban" not only didn't frighten them, but it was as if they were delighted.

This goes beyond just being bold.

This shows that they have a strong foundation.

Zhang Bo took a deep breath and quickly replied with "Received".

After replying to the message, he stared at Ye Chen's profile picture for a few more seconds.

A strong premonition grew clearer and clearer in his mind.

This 18-year-old boy named Ye Chen is definitely not just an inconspicuous one among the many entrepreneurs in Zhangjiang.

He is likely to stir up a real storm in Shanghai, and even in the entire mobile internet industry.

And right now, I might be standing on the edge of a storm.

Half an hour later.

The black Mercedes-Benz S600 smoothly drove onto Nanjing West Road.

Nanjing West Road is brightly lit and bustling with traffic at night.

The glass curtain walls of the tall buildings on both sides of the road reflect the city's neon lights, like a flowing golden river.

The Mercedes slowly pulled up in front of the Ji Hotel.

The long body exudes a calm and dignified aura, and the paint finish gleams with a cool and sophisticated texture under the lights.

The security guard at the hotel entrance was leaning to the side, yawning.

Upon seeing the car stop, he immediately stood up straight, even subconsciously adjusting the brim of his hat.

Cars of this caliber aren't exactly common on Nanjing West Road.

Moreover, the car was parked extremely steadily.

There was none of the ostentatious, nouveau riche-like behavior of deliberately revving the engine.

It possesses only a quiet nobility.

Inside the hotel lobby.

Su Xiaowan was standing at the front desk on night shift.

She was still wearing the hotel's standard black business suit today.

The clean, fitted white shirt accentuated her beautiful figure, making her look even more slender. Her waistline was very slim, and the black skirt suit outlined her mature and well-proportioned curves, making her look tall and refreshing.

Beneath the knee-length skirt were a pair of long, straight legs, clad in mid-heeled leather shoes. Her posture was impeccable, and her gentle demeanor carried a touch of professional competence.

Hearing the noise outside the door, she instinctively looked up.

A black, top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz sedan was parked at the bottom of the steps.

Su Xiaowan works on Nanjing West Road and has seen quite a few luxury cars.

But the aura emanating from the car in front of her still made her heart skip a beat.

She recognized it at a glance as the top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

More than two million.

Even higher.

She immediately stood up straight, adjusted her name tag, and gently pursed her lips.

At this time of day, the person driving this kind of car to the hotel is most likely a big boss.

She had her standard professional smile ready.

The car door opened.

A tall and imposing figure stepped out of the car.

The smile that had just appeared on Su Xiaowan's face froze on the spot the next second.

Ye Chen.

It was Ye Chen.

The eighteen-year-old boy who, just two days ago, was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, carrying an old backpack, and asked to rent a double room for a week.

At the time, she only thought that the boy was clean-cut, had a more composed demeanor than the average student, and swiped his card readily.

But she never expected it.

After only a few days apart, the other party returned in a Mercedes worth over two million yuan.

Moreover, Ye Chen had completely changed his appearance at this moment.

A well-tailored dark-colored high-end casual suit accentuated his tall and slender shoulders and back.

It lacks the stiffness and old-fashioned feel of traditional formal wear, instead exuding a youthful freshness and composure.

He had one hand in his pocket and casually closed the car door with the other.

The movements were not deliberate.

But as the cuffs moved up slightly, the Vacheron Constantin watch on her wrist gleamed with a cold and understated metallic luster under the light.

Su Xiaowan doesn't know much about watches.

But she had seen many wealthy guests' watches at the hotel reception.

Some things, even if you don't know the price, you can tell from their quality that they are not ordinary.

For a moment, her mind went almost blank.

Eighteen years old.

Looks like a student.

He drives a Mercedes worth over two million yuan.

Wearing a luxury watch worth hundreds of thousands.

Staying at the Ji Hotel felt like just a temporary stopover.

Who exactly is this son of a reclusive tycoon, out experiencing life?

There were two other guests checking in in the lobby.

They were talking in hushed tones when they saw Ye Chen get out of the car, and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

The security guard immediately stepped forward and respectfully opened the hotel glass door for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen stepped into the lobby.

The automatic doors slide open to both sides.

A cool breeze swept over me.

He saw Su Xiaowan standing at the front desk in a daze, a bright and cheerful smile appeared on his lips, and he walked straight over.

Good evening, Ms. Su.

His voice was gentle and natural.

There was absolutely no nouveau riche arrogance about him.

Instead, it felt like a greeting from an acquaintance—clean, refreshing, and with a touch of youthful relaxation.

Su Xiaowan suddenly came to her senses.

A faint blush instantly spread across her cheeks.

She lowered her head in a panic, her voice even softer than usual.

"Good evening, Mr. Ye."

After saying that, she realized she had been a bit out of line and quickly added a sentence.

"You're back."

Su Xiaowan was stunned for a moment after she said those words.

They were clearly just hotel guests.

But her words, "You're back," carried an inexplicable sense of closeness.