Chapter 1 Chaos KTV

  A small table, two chairs. Qian Qi Yun smiled and gestured for Yi Jun to sit down, with a warm smile. Yi Jun also didn't stand on ceremony, greeted him briefly and sat down with a smile.

  Qian Qi Yun glanced at Yi Jun's outfit and smiled: "Young people should pay attention to their appearance, because this is a society where people look down on others. However, your car is a bit of a loss, go back to my garage and pick one out first, open whichever one you like, and when you're tired of it, come back and exchange it."

  One mouthful and he's already offering to send the car over, and among Qizhong Yun's collection of cars, there isn't a single one that doesn't look good on stage. Yi Jun smiled and shook his head: "Thanks, Third Master. But recently things haven't been peaceful, I'm waiting for someone to smash my car, so this second-hand Jetta worth over 30,000 is just right."

  This was a polite decline, and Qian Qi Yun didn't force the issue. Someone who could be bought with just one car wasn't worth his attention, not even if that car was a Bugatti Veyron. Qian Qi Yun gazed out at the river flowing eastward, as if he saw himself as a wave flower being pushed forward by the waves behind him, unable to control its own movement. "I heard you're opening a KTV with Bai Jingchu and Qin Lan?"

  "Small business, hard to enter San Ye's eyes, nothing more than mixing a meal to eat." Yi Jun smiled.

  "Your starting point is too low, it's a waste of your talent." Qian Qi Yun smiled, "At your age, this is the golden period for venturing out and doing business. Time is more precious than money. Although I think highly of your talents, as the saying goes, 'you can't get fat from just one bite'. Even if your KTV business doubles in a year, within ten years you still won't be able to catch up with Lao Qi (Seventh Brother) and Qiang Ye. Such a good age is being wasted on a low starting point, delaying your heroic endeavors."

  This sentence has a strong impact on young people with ambitions.

  Qian Qi Yun's tone suddenly changed, and he smiled: "Look at those ships on the river, if you're willing to take over, I'll give you the management of 80 Jiang wheels. Within half a year, your reputation and prestige will surpass Lao Qi and others. And three years later, your worth won't be lower than his. Lao Qi and Qiang Zhiqiang's level, their worth is only around 30-50 million, actually not much."

  Qī Gē and Tuò Yá Qiáng, after all, are already considered successful in this circle. Being able to stand out among the countless mixed-race people is not easy, and luck has always been good. Even so, it takes ten years of hard work. But Qian Qi Yun's one sentence can make Yi Jun surpass him within three years.

  This is a great opportunity, a great blessing.

  Even if it's not for the fame and prestige, just for those tens of millions, it's worth it. Even if you work in a large international company and become CEO, it's rare to get this number. Hundreds of millions per year, what concept is this?

  However, good meat is delicious, but it's hard to pay back the debt. Yi Jun himself was also clear that he didn't know how many times he had to be a killer and get struck by lightning for Qian Yun's sake in order to earn this wealth. Because there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

  "Thanks for the help, Third Master, but I still want to make my own way." Yi Jun chuckled and said, "I'm a stubborn donkey. If I don't knock against something until it's bloody, I won't know that the pot is made of iron."

  "Since we can ascend to power peacefully, why bother with bloodshed."

  Yi Jun smiled and said, "Life is short like a white horse passing through a gap. If one's own hands haven't struggled or fought, if this life hasn't been tough or difficult, I'm afraid that before death, looking back will bring regret."

  Although they chatted and laughed, their determination was firm. Qian Qi Yun, with his piercing gaze, could see at a glance that it was almost impossible to recruit Yi Jun today. But this old man had long since polished his temperament until it shone like a goose egg, of course, he wouldn't show any emotions on his face, and only smiled calmly: "You have backbone, good for you. I'm just casually saying this, and you can take it as just casually listening. If there's a new idea in the future, feel free to come find me anytime. Today I invited you over for a family dinner, to taste my chef's skills."

  Raising a famous chef is far more elegant than what Gao Longsheng did with his bodyguards, it's a matter of taste and style. Qian Qi Yun may have come from humble beginnings, but he has a broader vision than ordinary people, so he stands taller and walks further.

  The people Qian Qi Yun invited to join him for dinner were also very particular, not those rascals under his command, but genuine professional managers. This kind of cultured person seemed more dignified and made Qian San Ye appear as a legitimate businessman.

  Accompanying him for dinner was Zhuang Wanqiu, the general manager of Qian Qi Yun's catering company.

  This woman, Zhuang Wanqiu, has always been a gentle and elegant but outstanding figure. Her reputation is not small, she is a well-known figure in the entire Jiangning City. From high-ranking officials to ordinary vendors, this woman can smile and respond with courtesy and kindness. Business people value harmony and wealth, and Zhuang Wanqiu's harmonious and clever approach has brought great financial benefits to Money Three Ye. From the original traditional hotel to the current seven branches, each of which is a four-star or higher high-end store, Zhuang Wanqiu's contributions are undeniable.

  As Qian Sanye's important right-hand man, even if it was Seventh Brother, a big mix of that level, when he saw her, he had to honestly call out "Ms. Zhuang" or even "Sister Zhuang".

  A hundred meters below the villa, a small parking lot, a red BMW slowly drove in. Many people in Jiangning knew that this was Zhuang Wanqiu's ride, which seemed to be out of tune with her usual elegant style. After the red BMW stopped, Zhuang Wanqiu looked at the old Jetta next to her with some confusion - was there such a car in San Ye's small parking lot?

  Zhuang Wanqiu suddenly thought of the person San Ye was going to invite tonight, and immediately guessed that this Jetta was probably for that "distinguished guest". He couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking to himself, is this kind of person worthy of entering San Ye's eyes?

  Zhuang Wanqiu was elegant and refined, but it was all superficial. Even if someone was just an ordinary commoner, as long as they were a guest at my hotel, I would still greet them with a smile. All guests are equal, even one dollar is profit. However, deep down, she was more fastidious than most women.

  So after seeing this broken Jetta, Zhuang Wanqiu was really afraid. She was afraid that the Yi Jun invited by San Ye would be a rough and uncouth person, or even a poor and rough person. Because San Ye arranged for her to have another task besides the dinner table - to seduce Yi Jun!

  Heroes are hard to pass through the beauty pass, this is a phrase that has been used too much. But precisely because it has been used too much, it proves that it is true, and it is an elixir that works everywhere.

  Qian Qi Yun offered Yi Jun a temptation of power that could reach the level of Seventh Brother within half a year, but Yi Jun was unmoved.

  He was offered a fortune of three to five hundred million within three years, but Yi Jun remained unmoved.

  Then, with the emergence of Zhuang Wanqiu's stunning beauty, can Yi Jun still remain as calm and stable as Mount Tai?

  Qian Qi Yun himself didn't have a clue either, but this old hand wanted to try one last time.

  But Qian Sanye's idea of trying it out brought no small trouble to Zhuang Wanqiu at this time. When she answered the phone, Zhuang Wanqiu still thought that Yi Jun was a young and talented hero. Even in the first moment, her mind conjured up images of Jin Ma Chao and Zhao Zilong. Rolling in bed with such a man would be both romantic and exciting.

  But now, seeing this broken Jetta, Zhuang Wanqiu's heart sank. However, she couldn't disobey San Ye's orders and could only walk towards the villa with a stiff upper lip. The short hundred-meter mountain road seemed very long, and now Zhuang Wanqiu's mind was filled with the image of a burly man with a lewd expression. Just thinking about being pressed under his belly made this beautiful young woman's scalp feel numb.