From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Ye Feng put himself in Su Chen’s shoes. If his own father had been beaten bloody, he would probably be even more aggressive than Su Chen.

After a long silence, Ye Feng slowly said, "I understand. I’ll take care of this within a week."

"Alright. Just give me an address when the time comes." After saying that, Su Chen hung up the phone.

Staring at the disconnected call, Ye Feng was filled with anger. Following the shift in domestic trends, his Ye Group had actively answered the call to action, acquiring several small and medium-sized international trade companies with the intention of getting a piece of the China-Europe Railway Express pie.

He never expected something like this to happen right at the start. He was also glad that Su Chen had called to ask him about it first. If Su Chen had just taken direct action against Hongda International Trade, Ye Feng would have been in a world of trouble.

’People always have to pay for their mistakes!’

Having figured things out, Ye Feng didn’t delay. He immediately called his secretary in and delegated the task.

After Ye Feng returned from the Imperial Capital, his family had arranged for him to take a senior management position in the Ye Group, which was more or less the start of his path as the heir of the Ye Clan.

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"Sir, let me go to Africa when the time comes," Chen Fei said respectfully, standing by Su Chen’s side.

He had seen the video Yin Zheng showed them before and could deeply relate to that feeling of rage. After all, he had experienced something similar in his childhood, except his father hadn’t been so lucky and had died on the spot.

Back then, a person’s life wasn’t worth much. The compensation would only be a few tens of thousands of yuan, maybe even less...

Su Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, shot him a look. When he had called Ye Feng just now, he hadn’t asked Chen Fei to leave the room. His loyalty was trustworthy.

"You? What would you go for? Don’t you think it’d dirty your hands?"

"There will be professionals to handle this matter. You don’t need to get involved."

"Uh... Understood, Sir!" A flash of surprise passed through Chen Fei’s eyes. ’There’s a lot packed into what Su Chen just said.’

’Could it be that my boss has connections even in Africa?’ Recalling what had happened to Wu Jing in Africa, Chen Fei guessed that Su Chen must have forces there. Otherwise, Wu Jing’s problem wouldn’t have been resolved so quickly.

Combining this with what Su Chen had just said, Chen Fei was now almost certain of his guess.

"Alright, let’s go out and eat. I’m starving." He had only eaten a little on the plane this morning, and now that the matter was settled, Su Chen felt a wave of hunger wash over him.

Fortunately, Wudu was a city with no shortage of good food. After leaving the hotel, they found a nearby hot pot restaurant that wasn’t too busy.

"Why are there so many people outside today?" Su Chen remarked, looking out the window at the many men and women, most of whom were in pairs.

"They’re probably out for New Year’s Eve," Chen Fei replied casually.

For single guys like them, New Year’s Eve was just another day—the start of a new year.

But for couples, it was different. It was a milestone to show off their love!

An idea struck Su Chen. He had seen reports about it online before: the bells of the Jiefangbei clock tower ringing at midnight, thousands of balloons released into the air. The spectacular scene had left a deep impression on him.

"Let’s go check it out after we eat," Su Chen said. He didn’t have any other reason; he just wanted to experience the atmosphere.

Hearing this, Chen Fei nodded silently. ’Su Chen has spoken. How could I possibly refuse?’

It was still quite a while until midnight, so Su Chen and Chen Fei weren’t in a hurry. They ate at a leisurely pace.

What could have been a one-hour meal was dragged out for more than two hours.

Even the restaurant’s servers came over to check on them a few times.

When Su Chen and Chen Fei arrived at Jiefangbei, they were stunned by the scene before them.

As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of people. The air was filled with all sorts of balloons, a sight even more astounding than the pictures Su Chen had seen online.

Chen Fei somehow managed to get a few balloons, and they each took two or three.

As time passed, it was soon midnight.

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Happy New Year!"

As the midnight bells rang out, tens of thousands of balloons, carrying the hopes of countless people, slowly drifted up into the sky.