From Wage Slave to Tycoon

You have to understand, Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Dahongpao tea is exclusively supplied to the highest echelons. Even if any trickles onto the market, it’s sold by the gram.

A few taels... What did that even mean?

Liu Qiao’s gaze was also fixed firmly on Su Chen.

After a person achieves financial freedom, they tend to take up hobbies. Some enjoy fishing and camping, while others naturally develop a taste for tea.

Liu Qiao was also a tea enthusiast. In fact, this shared hobby was the very reason he and Zhang Yiming were on such good terms. Otherwise, he never would have invited him to be an instructor for this session’s advanced training course.

Su Chen acted as if he didn’t notice their gazes. He calmly took a sip of tea before nodding and saying, "That’s right. You should come over to my place sometime. We can drink tea and chat."

"Deal! Just don’t feel the sting when the time comes, Mr. Su!" There was no way Liu Qiao was going to miss this chance to connect with Su Chen. And tasting the tea was, of course, also very important.

’Someone who can just pull out a few taels of Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Dahongpao couldn’t possibly be an ordinary person.’

Noon arrived in the blink of an eye. Su Chen had planned on heading home, but Liu Qiao insisted he stay for lunch at the university, with Zhang Yiming backing him up.

Seeing this, Su Chen could only resignedly agree. In truth, he also wanted to experience the cafeteria at Peking University, which would be a perfect way to cap off his visit.

’After all... who knew when he would be back at Peking University again.’

He had assumed they were heading to a large, student-style dining hall, but it turned out to be a smaller one exclusively for faculty.

It was all cooked-to-order stir-fries. To Su Chen’s surprise, the menu actually covered the Eight Great Cuisines of China.

Barring extremely time-consuming dishes like Boiled Cabbage in Supreme Broth or Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, they could prepare just about anything you could name.

This completely changed Su Chen’s perception of Peking University’s dining halls.

"The chefs in your university’s dining hall could all be head chefs at a five-star hotel!"

Su Chen couldn’t help but marvel after he took a bite.

"Hahaha! We’re honored by your high praise, Mr. Su. If you like the food, I’ll have the dining hall issue you a card later. You can come whenever you want!"

"Let’s skip the card. From now on, if I want to eat here, I’ll just come find you, Dean Liu!" Su Chen said teasingly.

Hearing this, a flash of delight sparked in Dean Liu’s eyes. He laughed heartily and said, "You’re welcome to come find me anytime, Mr. Su!"

After chatting for a while longer, Su Chen said his goodbyes.

Both Zhang Yiming and Liu Qiao offered to see him off, but Su Chen refused without a second thought.

’If he let those two human spotlights escort him, he’d be the center of attention the second he walked out the door.’

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Su Chen gave a parting wave and strode out of the dining hall.

Watching Su Chen’s receding figure, Liu Qiao asked, "Yi Ming, what in the world is this Mr. Su’s background?"

"Hah... Believe it or not, I’m not entirely sure myself." Zhang Yiming took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, stuck one in his own mouth, and then offered one to Liu Qiao.

Liu Qiao glanced around. Seeing they were alone, he took it and lit up.

"I only know that he’s Byte’s biggest shareholder and someone who can freely come and go from the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse, where he stays in Villa No. 7. Beyond that, I know nothing."

Liu Qiao nodded silently at his words, saying nothing. But the cigarette between his fingers burned noticeably faster, betraying his turbulent thoughts.

Meanwhile, not long after Su Chen left the dining hall, he was stopped by two young female university students.

"Senior, could we interview you for a moment?"

Looking at the microphone in front of him and the DSLR camera to the side, Su Chen nodded, a little taken aback.