From Wage Slave to Tycoon

"Cheap? Of course it’s cheap! A portion of top-grade snowflake beef is fifty-eight! And the other cuts are all around that price! Oh, and one portion is a full 350 grams!"

Su Chen’s words shut them right up. As regulars at high-end restaurants, they naturally knew the price of snowflake beef and wagyu steaks—they easily cost hundreds or even thousands of yuan, with some going for several thousand!

Even the Australian M12 wagyu steak they were currently eating cost 1,998 yuan per plate at Young Master Huang’s restaurant, and it wasn’t a 350-gram portion either—it was 250 grams at most.

The price difference between domestic and imported was nearly thirty-fold. The potential profit margin was terrifyingly huge.

In an instant, a shrewd glint appeared in the eyes of Sicong and the others. Each one of them was deep in thought.

Su Chen took in their expressions but didn’t say anything more. ’If their actions could bring a new kind of development to Qiqihar, that would be a good thing,’ he thought.

"Old Su, do you think this Qiqihar beef has any..."

Before Sicong could finish, he saw Su Chen raise his left hand. "Let’s just eat. No more talk about business!"

Well, Su Chen had spoken. The group had no choice but to suppress their excitement and go back to eating.

They occasionally shared amusing anecdotes, and when Su Chen found out Sicong had changed girlfriends again, he couldn’t help but shoot him a few extra glances. He muttered to himself, ’At the rate he’s swapping girlfriends, he’s going to wear himself out sooner or later!’

After dinner, Su Chen figured since they were already out, they might as well have some fun. He was about to ask Sicong and the others to find a place to go, but when he saw their preoccupied expressions, he knew they were all still fixated on the Qiqihar beef.

"I mean, can you guys even have fun anymore!" Su Chen said, exasperated.

Sicong looked at him with a playfully resentful gaze and said, "And whose fault is that? If you hadn’t mentioned the Qiqihar wagyu, it would have been fine. You made it so we couldn’t even enjoy our meal!"

Beside him, Qin Fen and the others nodded in agreement.

Su Chen was so exasperated by Sicong he couldn’t help but laugh. ’So I’m the bad guy in the end!’

He walked over to Chen He and held out his right hand...

Chen He looked at Su Chen, completely baffled. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he heard Sicong’s voice. "What are you staring for? Give him the car keys!"

Upon hearing this, Chen He quickly handed the Rolls-Royce keys from his pocket to Su Chen.

Snatching the keys, Su Chen didn’t even glance at the group. He strode to the Rolls-Royce, opened the door, and was about to get in when Sicong’s voice rang out again...

"Old Su, about that Qiqihar wagyu business..."

"Contact Zong Xinyao yourselves!" With that, he floored the accelerator and drove the Rolls-Royce away from Young Master Huang’s restaurant.

Watching the Rolls-Royce merge into the flow of traffic, Qin Fen walked up to Sicong and asked uneasily, "Is Young Master Su mad at us? He just drove off like that."

Even Hou Ting and Chen He looked over with concern.

"Mad? What’s there to be mad about? Didn’t you hear him just now? He told us to contact Zong Xinyao and figure it out ourselves!"

"Besides, he didn’t even want to come out tonight; he wanted to stay home and rest. Believe it or not, he’s probably thrilled right now!" Sicong said with absolute certainty.

"We don’t!" Qin Fen and the other two said in unison.

And at that very moment, just as Sicong had predicted, Su Chen was belting out a song along with the car’s stereo.

"Still free and true to myself, forever singing my song!"

"Traveling a thousand miles!"

"Forgive me for this life of uninhibited, wild love for freedom!"