I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 240 - 239 Are you sure he’s only 22 years old?

"Bingying, what’s wrong?"

Zhong Lan was a sensitive woman, and all the more so when it came to her daughter, she quickly noticed that Luo Bingying’s mood had undergone some subtle change.

"It’s nothing."

Luo Bingying gently shook her head.

"I know these times have been hard on you, with your father in prison and my businesses not doing well, which is why I came up with this bad idea."

Zhong Lan pulled up a stool, sat next to Luo Bingying, and said tenderly, "Don’t blame Mom, everything I’m doing is for you and your brother."

Luo Bingying hummed in response, her face expressionless as she stared at the "Criminal Law" book before her.

"Things have turned out for the best like this, selling off all four yoga studios, and you’re still alright."

Zhong Lan smiled and said, "Besides, you and Fei Bing are quite a good match; he’s only a few years older than you, and his family’s condition is also very good. Of course, in the past I definitely wouldn’t have approved, but you know the current situation with our family."

"I know, Mom."

Luo Bingying replied flatly.

"Alright, you’ve grown up and having your own ideas is good."

Zhong Lan patted her daughter’s shoulder, then stood up, "Don’t read too late, get some rest early."

After Zhong Lan left, Luo Bingying took out her phone and opened QQ.

She didn’t have Shen Yuan’s WeChat, only the QQ she had added in junior high.

Her slender fingers opened the chat with Shen Yuan and typed a "Thank you."

She hadn’t pressed the send button when she thought better of it and changed it to "Thank you for everything."

Still feeling it inappropriate, she eventually backspaced and deleted everything.

Sending a thank you over QQ seemed too insincere...

The events of today had completely taken her by surprise; she had never expected the yoga studio matter could be resolved so easily.

She heard Zhong Lan say that other buyers were offering between 2 and 3 million, a price too low for Zhong Lan’s liking, which is why she hadn’t sold.

The fact that Fei Bing was willing to pay over 4 million was completely for her sake.

But now, though Fei Bing had bought it, he turned around and handed it over to Shen Yuan...

Even though she didn’t understand why Shen Yuan did what he did, Zhong Lan no longer had to worry about the yoga studio, and she herself didn’t need to deal with someone like Fei Bing anymore.

Therefore, both emotionally and rationally, Luo Bingying felt she should thank Shen Yuan.

But how?

Headache.

...

After witnessing Fei Bing’s more than 4 million vanish at Nanjing Restaurant, the Jin brothers headed straight to "Tipsy" for drinks.

Shen Yuan still had a 30% stake in this bar, but since he was more of a hands-off owner, he had only been there once when it opened, with Li Yuhang taking care of the actual business.

Ever since Tipsy’s opening, classmates like Jin Kangwen and Cherng Xian had regularly frequented the place, bringing along their numerous friends. Over time, Tipsy had become their base, where they would often come to drink.

At this moment, Jin Kangwen and his cousin sat in a corner booth, sipping on drinks and puffing on cigarettes, shrouded in a haze of smoke.

"Kangwen, I’m really curious to meet this classmate of yours now. Are you sure he’s only 22 years old?"

Jin Zhifa was still vividly recalling the events of the evening, and despite mentally putting himself in Fei Bing’s shoes, he still found the situation incomprehensible.

As soon as the video was sent and the conditions proposed, the other party did not give Fei Bing a chance to counteroffer, and Shen Yuan didn’t even show up from start to finish.

Knowing they couldn’t win a direct confrontation, they resorted to scheming instead, conveniently leveraging your vulnerabilities, and with just a bit of maneuvering... what could you possibly use to compete?

If it were their parents’ generation, those who had hustled in the business world for two or three decades, such a move wouldn’t have surprised them. But Shen Yuan hadn’t even graduated from university and was just 22 this year.

Jin Kangwen laughed and said, "How could that be false? He and I were junior high classmates for three years."

"Your classmate does seem to have some substance. Fei Bing didn’t lose unjustly to him."

Jin Zhifa lifted a glass from the table and took a sip, looking around and saying, "I heard he also has a share in this bar?"

Jin Kangwen hummed in acknowledgment: "He started it with another classmate, owning 30% of the shares."

"No wonder he’s not that interested in this bar. With his wealth, he really wouldn’t care for such small profits."

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Jin Zhifa looked at his cousin, "Some time when you have a chance, invite him out. I’d like to meet him too."

Jin Kangwen grinned, "He’s hard to get a hold of, I’ve invited him several times but he’s always busy, probably doesn’t like hanging with us."

"Oh right, he’s also from the International campus, so in a way, he’s your alumnus."

"The International campus?"

Jin Zhifa nearly spat out his drink in surprise, "That run-down second-tier university of ours can actually produce someone like him?"

Jin Kangwen found that amusing: "Didn’t they also produce you?"

"I didn’t learn a damn thing at International!"

Jin Zhifa cursed, "Just wasted a few years there, barely attended any classes. One time I tried to go, I couldn’t even find the classroom door."

"In a few days, Principal Yang from International has organized a graduate networking event. To be honest, in the four years I muddled through International, this networking event might be the only thing of value."

"What do you mean?" asked Jin Kangwen.

"Outstanding graduates from all of International’s history, those with credible names in both business and politics, are invited to the event. The goal is to expand one another’s networks and share resources."

Jin Zhifa explained, "I just got lucky and was haphazardly invited twice by Old Yang, probably thinks my family is well-off. But Shen Yuan hasn’t graduated yet, so he isn’t qualified to participate."

Jin Zhifa nodded in understanding, and then asked, "Are there any alumni there worth getting to know?"

"Even if you have them, it’s useless these days. What matters is the equivalent exchange of resources. It’s not enough to just think someone’s resources are good, you also need to make them think your resources are good."

Jin Zhifa sighed, "Don’t look at me being all that in this kind of bar. In those small exchange meetings, I’m just a bottom feeder."

Jin Kangwen suddenly felt some sympathy for him, "Bro, it breaks my heart to hear you talk about yourself like that."

"Get lost!"

The two brothers laughed and cursed at each other for a bit, then Jin Zhifa asked, "Do you think Shen Yuan taking over the yoga studio has anything to do with Luo Bingying? Isn’t Luo Bingying his first love?"

Jin Kangwen shook his head, "I wouldn’t know about that. I think it was mainly to teach Fei Bing a lesson. The yoga studio was simply taken for nothing."

"Is that girl pretty?"

Jin Zhifa had never seen her, but considering Fei Bing was coveting her, she probably wasn’t lacking in any aspect.

"Yeah."

Speaking of her, Jin Kangwen’s mind wandered for a moment: "At least half of the boys in our class had a crush on her, not to mention the boys from other classes."

"But Shen Yuan isn’t lacking for women. Last time at Tipsy, he walked off with a very innocent-looking girl right in front of us."

Jin Kangwen laughed, "Then there was that time at Sunset Camp. There was also a woman with both looks and figure who could find no fault with her by his side."

"It’s not surprising for a guy like him to have many women."

Among the men in their circle, it was not strange for one to have 2-3 women by his side, and that was even considered few.

Men, after all, definitely want to treat themselves better once they have money.

Jin Zhifa, getting a bit drunk, grumbled, "Speaking of which, Luo Bingying’s mother isn’t any good either. What kind of mother sells her daughter for money?"

Jin Kangwen probably knew some inside information. He exhaled a puff of smoke: "She has a younger brother studying abroad. Now that her father has been put away, the family has no money. They want to continue financing his studies, so of course, they’ll have to sell off these stores."

"But you can’t just put your daughter on the shelf to get a good price."

Jin Zhifa picked up his glass and took another gulp, "But this way, not only did Shen Yuan end up with four yoga studios, but he also saved Luo Bingying from an unwarranted disaster. Who knows, maybe the two of them might even rekindle their old love."

Jin Kangwen smiled and said nothing, thinking that the two had been mismatched in the past, and it was still the same now.

...

At this moment, Shen Yuan was in the executive suite of the St. Regis Hotel, getting up close and personal with the class belle.

He was unaware that he had become the center of discussion for the Jin brothers.

Like an outsider, he made phone calls here and there and sent WeChats, getting things done directly.

Mo Zhenwang was eagerly claiming credit via WeChat: "Mr. Shen, the situation is settled, mission accomplished without disgracing your trust!"

This damn guy had bet on... Shen Yuan scoffed inwardly as he read the WeChat.

If Mo Zhenwang were in 503, he would have plenty to talk about with Old Huang.

Both love rap, both love to show off; he just didn’t know if he was as sycophantic as Old Huang.

It was the first time Shen Yuan used Mo Zhenwang’s... ah, no, the social media influencer, and it worked pretty well.

Such a talented individual, just running a fried snack shop seemed like a waste of potential.

Just as Shen Yuan was thinking of finding some side jobs for Little Mo, Fang Minhui’s eyebrows furrowed, and with her eyes closed, she seemed to have dreamt of something unpleasant.

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She suddenly turned over, shifting from leaning on Shen Yuan’s chest to turning her back on him.

The woman Knight was also exhausted today; despite her dance background, she couldn’t handle the back-to-back activities.

Shen Yuan slipped his hand from underneath her slender neck, freeing his own arm that had gone stiff from being pressed.

He noticed that Fang Minhui and Teacher Lih shared many similarities, not only in breast size but also in habits. They both liked to sleep with his arm as their pillow.

So the pillows aren’t soft enough?

Speaking of which, by "blackmailing" Fei Bing out of four yoga studios, his assets had expanded a bit as well.

Though these yoga studios were only modestly profitable, it depended on whose hands they were in.

Shen Yuan created a group and invited Zhong Yu who managed human resources, Liu Lan who managed finances, and the yoga studio manager Tong Wen into it.

He sent information about the newly acquired yoga studios to the group, then typed with both hands, "The company has acquired four yoga studios. Arrange for people to do the handover tomorrow. No changes to personnel for now, but ensure detailed accounts and profit margins are properly compiled."

It was already past midnight; likely everyone was asleep. Shen Yuan wasn’t the type of ruthless businessman to wake up his employees in the middle of the night to work, but he wanted to make sure everything was set up in case he overslept.

To his surprise, none of the others replied, but Zhong Yu’s WeChat popped up: "Mr. Shen, received!"

This night owl...

Shen Yuan shook his head helplessly, didn’t reply, and after putting down his phone, he reached under the blankets, pulling the plump figure into his arms.

"Hmm..."

The movement woke Fang Minhui, who sleepily opened her eyes, "Yuan Babe, aren’t you asleep yet?"

"Yeah, going to sleep now."

"Can you be a little gentler... it hurts."

Fang Minhui’s eyebrows knitted slightly.

"Sorry about that."

Shen Yuan eased his grip, treating her with the softness due to a fine piece of art.

The half-round shape, the warm touch, the spongy feel—it made him almost reluctant to let go.

Fang Minhui involuntarily bit her lip...

Feeling the class belle’s change, Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows, preparing to increase the frequency of his ’jungling’.

But at that moment, Fang Minhui suddenly turned around, "Yuan Babe... I need to talk about something."