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

The car drove smoothly on the overpass.

The carriage was quiet, shut out from the hustle and bustle of the traffic outside.

Zhao Peng sat in the back row with his hands on his knees, his whole body taut and straight.

He secretly touched the edge of the leather seat; the smooth texture made him hesitant to apply pressure.

The dazzling skyscrapers outside the window kept receding into the distance, their glass curtain walls reflecting the sunlight and making him dizzy.

"Chenzi, where are we going?"

Zhao Peng swallowed hard, breaking the silence in the car.

"Let's have dinner. I promised to treat you to dinner."

Ye Chen gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze fixed ahead, his tone relaxed.

"I can't possibly take you to eat at a roadside stall after you've come all this way."

"Street stalls are quite affordable."

Zhao Peng muttered something, looking at the prominent Mercedes-Benz logo in front of him.

"This place looks expensive. You just bought a car, are you short on cash?"

Ye Chen smiled and tapped the steering wheel lightly with his finger.

"Don't worry, I'm paying today, just ask."

"Shanghai has a lot of great things to offer; let me show you around."

Half an hour later, the Mercedes stopped in front of a top-notch private restaurant on the Bund.

The doorman immediately jogged forward and respectfully opened the car door.

When Zhao Peng got out of the car, his legs felt a little unsteady on the smooth marble floor.

Led by waiters in traditional Chinese jacket uniforms, the two entered the innermost luxury private room.

The private room faces the Huangpu River directly, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the Oriental Pearl Tower and cruise ships on the river.

The river water lapped against the embankment, and the buildings on the opposite bank were magnificent.

Zhao Peng carefully pulled out a mahogany chair and sat down. The waiter handed him a menu with gold trim.

He opened the first page, glanced at it, and immediately closed it. His hand trembled, and he almost knocked over the bone china teacup in front of him.

"Two hundred and eighty for a dish of green vegetables?"

He moved closer to Ye Chen and lowered his voice.

Ye Chen didn't even look at the menu; he directly addressed the manager next to him.

"One serving each of the signature grouper, Australian lobster, and premium abalone."

"Add a few of your signature side dishes as well."

"The soup should be thicker."

The manager respectfully noted it down, bowed, and left the private room.

Zhao Peng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he gripped the edge of the table with both hands.

"Chenzi, are you crazy?"

"Won't this meal cost me a year's living expenses?"

"Let's go somewhere else; we can still leave now."

"Money is a bastard; you can earn it back after you spend it."

Ye Chen picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Now that you're in Shanghai, don't use the same way of thinking you have back home."

The dishes were served quickly.

The top-quality ingredients exude an enticing aroma, and the presentation is exquisite.

Zhao Peng initially held back, but after a few bites, he completely let loose and ate heartily.

He had never eaten such tender shrimp meat in his life.

Ye Chen watched him eat, slowly peeling a shrimp.

"Fatty, don't just focus on playing games in college."

"Learn as much as you can in finance, management, and interpersonal skills."

With his mouth full of lobster meat, Zhao Peng asked indistinctly.

"Why bother learning those things?"

"I'd be lucky if I could even graduate with these grades."

Ye Chen put the peeled shrimp meat into a plate and wiped his hands with a towel.

"My company will grow bigger and bigger in the future, and I will reserve the core positions for my own people."

"If you learn more now, you'll have plenty of opportunities to make money if you follow me in the future."

"Stop thinking about spending all night in internet cafes."

Zhao Peng stopped moving.

Looking at the composed Ye Chen in front of him, he suddenly felt that he had wasted all these years of knowing him.

In just a few months, Ye Chen had undergone a complete transformation.

His tone of voice and his methods of handling affairs were completely different from before.

"Chenzi, what are you doing right now?"

"Make a few small games, and maybe make some investments along the way."

Ye Chen picked up the glass of red wine and swirled it.

"Don't ask so many questions, just eat."

"I'll show you around this afternoon."

Zhao Peng shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth and said in a muffled voice.

"What if I really can't learn it?"

Ye Chen glanced at him and smiled easily.

"If you're willing to learn, I'm confident I can teach you."

Zhao Peng lowered his head and ate his rice, his nose inexplicably feeling sore.

"OK."

I'll play fewer games in the future.

"Give it a little less?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Fatty, your determination is too conservative."

Zhao Peng immediately changed his tune.

"Then I'll try to play as little as possible."

Ye Chen laughed and scolded.

There has been progress, but not much.

In the afternoon, Ye Chen drove Zhao Peng around Lujiazui to experience the bustling metropolis.

Zhao Peng kept his mouth open the whole time, looking up at the towering office buildings, finding everything new and exciting.

As night falls and the city lights come on, Shanghai enters a different kind of bustling atmosphere.

Ye Chen drove Zhao Peng to Platinum Mansion, a top-tier business KTV in Shanghai.

The facade here is luxurious, with crystal chandeliers hanging down from a height of three stories.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume.

The lobby manager was already waiting at the door.

Upon seeing the Vacheron Constantin on Ye Chen's wrist and noticing his relaxed demeanor, the manager immediately greeted him with a broad smile.

"Good evening, boss. Please come in."

How many of you are there today?

"Gentlemen, please arrange a nice private room."

Ye Chen's tone was indifferent.

"No problem, please come with me."

Zhao Peng followed behind Ye Chen, his palms sweating as he looked at the magnificent lobby and the two rows of greeters wearing high-slit cheongsams that revealed their long, fair legs.

He didn't even dare to glance around, and he walked with his legs wobbly.

The two were led into the most luxurious presidential suite.

The leather sofa is large and soft, and the crystal coffee table is filled with fine wines and fruit platters.

The huge screen was playing soothing music, and the lights were dimmed.

Not long after we sat down, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Mommy walked in with a row of more than a dozen girls.

They stand in a row, each with its own style, and all are quite attractive.

The private room was immediately filled with a fragrant aroma.

"Boss, is there anything you like?"

Mommy gave a warm introduction.

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and turned his head to look at Zhao Peng.

"Pick one."

Zhao Peng stammered, unsure where to look, his hands gripping his trouser leg tightly.

"I...I don't know how..."

"Chenzi, why don't you help me choose?"

Ye Chen chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the girls, and casually picked out two with clean and neat appearances.

"You, and you, stay."

The two girls who were chosen immediately stepped forward.

The one on the left is Lulu, wearing a dark, tight-fitting bodycon dress with fabric clinging to her body.

She had a full bust and a slender waist, and her walk exuded the charm of a mature woman.

The one on the right is Nana, wearing a black short skirt that accentuates her shapely hips.

A pair of long, fair legs in high heels, her figure alluring, and her smile playful.

The two girls took their seats.

At first, they thought they were just accompanying two ordinary rich second-generation students, so they maintained a proper attitude and their smiles were professional.

But Lulu, with her sharp eyes, noticed the Mercedes car keys casually placed on the table.

Upon seeing the valuable Vacheron Constantin "The World's Most Valuable Jewel" on Ye Chen's wrist, her attitude immediately warmed up.

This age, this level of spending, this kind of presence.

He is definitely not an ordinary student.

Lulu picked up her wine glass and moved closer to the table.

She was voluptuous, her long legs crossed beneath her skirt, and her voice was soft.

"Boss, let me toast you."

"You look so young, are you still in school?"