Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group-Chapter 261 - 258: Uncle Ye (One more subscription requested)

Chapter 261: Chapter 258: Uncle Ye (One more subscription requested)

Originally, he thought that hiring Hua Country’s top motorcycle racer would easily defeat an amateur racer.

Unexpectedly, his racer was completely dominated by Ye Chen.

Seeing Ye Chen’s victory, Wang Congcong looked happy.

"Ding Bo, weren’t you very arrogant? Why aren’t you anymore?"

"What are you so proud of? It’s not like you were the one who won."

"Even though I didn’t win, seeing you get crushed makes me happy. What, you angry?"

Sister Hua then said, "The race is over, Ye Chen won. According to the rules, fifty million will be transferred to Ye Chen’s bank account."

Hearing Sister Hua’s words, Ding Bo felt a pang in his heart.

A year’s allowance gone.

After all, with so many people watching, it would be hard for Ding Bo to squirm his way out. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Kid, just you wait. Our business isn’t finished. I’ll make you spit out everything you won from me today!"

Ye Chen replied indifferently, "Alright, I’m waiting. I love it when someone like you has more money than sense."

Ding Bo gritted his teeth, preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Chen suddenly called out to Ding Bo.

Ding Bo looked at Ye Chen resentfully, "What do you want?"

Ye Chen sneered, "Did you forget something? Aren’t you supposed to call me Uncle?"

Ding Bo’s eyes turned cold.

Having just lost fifty million, he was already very angry, and now being asked to call him Uncle? That was too brazen.

At this point, Ding Bo’s group of lackeys also gathered around.

Ye Chen sneered, "What, can’t take a loss?"

Sister Hua walked over and said, "Enough, Ye Chen, give Sister Hua some face and let the Uncle thing slide. And Ding Bo, you should know when to stop. If this blows up, it won’t be good for you either."

Ye Chen nodded, "Since Sister Hua said it, I’ll give her some face today."

Ding Bo gave Ye Chen a fierce glare before turning to leave.

Sister Hua directly asked Ye Chen for his account to transfer the money to him.

Ye Chen said, "Transfer twenty million to Wang Congcong; I’m on fairly good terms with his dad."

Wang Congcong was stunned, "You know my dad?"

Ye Chen nodded, "Yeah, I’m a shareholder of your Yida Group."

Wang Congcong was dumbfounded, "You’re Uncle Ye Chen?"

"Let’s just address each other in our own ways. You can still call me Brother Ye."

Being addressed as Uncle by someone of the same age felt awkward for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen returned to the lounge, and by then Zhao Ying had already recovered.

Wang Congcong then dialed Wang Mu’s number.

"Dad, I just ran into Mr. Ye."

"What? You rascal, you didn’t get into another dispute with Mr. Ye over a woman, did you?"

Although Wang Mu hadn’t interacted much with Ye Chen, as a business tycoon, he naturally knew of Ye Chen’s capabilities.

Wang Congcong was also a bit surprised.

What kind of big shot was Ye Chen that even his father got nervous when he heard Ye Chen’s name?

Wang Mu said, "No, I had a bet with Ding Bo today, and I lost. But Ye Chen helped me regain my dignity."

"Oh, so that’s what happened. Mr. Ye is no ordinary person; you must stick close to him, understand?" Wang Mu sighed in relief.

"I’ll definitely do as you say." Wang Congcong nodded.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Congcong was still somewhat amazed.

He hadn’t expected Ye Chen, who was around the same age as him, to have such influence, enough to make his father tense up.

Wang Congcong was determined to cling to Ye Chen’s coattails and become closer to him. novelbuddy-cσ๓

Ye Chen poured a glass of water for Zhao Ying and said, "Ah, it’s all my fault. If I’d known earlier, I wouldn’t have taken you for a race."

"No, this was the most thrilling race I’ve ever had. I want to ride on your motorcycle often from now on."

Suddenly, Zhao Ying gave Ye Chen a sweet kiss.

Just then, Wang Congcong pushed the door open and witnessed this awkward scene.

"Um, Brother Ye, I went to the wrong room. You guys continue." Having been in similar situations before, Wang Congcong awkwardly greeted them and quickly turned to leave.

Zhao Ying’s face turned rosy as she said, "It’s getting late. Let’s go."

Ye Chen nodded, and the two of them left.

As they reached the entrance, Wang Congcong gratefully said, "Brother Ye, I’m really grateful for your help today. If you ever need anything, just let me know, and I’ll do my best."

Ye Chen nodded with a smile, "It was nothing major. By the way, you own a gaming company, right?"

Wang Congcong nodded, "Yeah, my dad gave me five hundred million, telling me to practice and achieve a small goal of earning a hundred million."

Ye Chen laughed, "Then we should collaborate if there’s a chance."

"That would be great! If there’s an opportunity, please don’t forget me, Brother Ye. I’d like to invite you to dinner one night to express my gratitude."

Ye Chen shook his head, "Let’s save the meal for another day."

Wang Congcong glanced at Zhao Ying and seemed to understand, "Got it. I wish you both a pleasant evening."

Hearing Wang Congcong call her sister-in-law, Zhao Ying’s cheeks turned crimson.

Leaving the racetrack, Ye Chen rode his motorcycle down the mountain with Zhao Ying.

"Ye Chen, I’m hungry. Can you take me to eat?"

Ye Chen nodded, "Sure, what do you want to eat?"

"Well, since you won so much today, I need to take advantage. I know a really good restaurant in Kyoto; can you take me there?"

"No problem." Ye Chen rode his motorcycle toward the restaurant Zhao Ying mentioned.

Half an hour later, Ye Chen stopped in front of a very luxurious western restaurant.

This western restaurant was named Romantic Restaurant, the top western dining spot in Modu.

The restaurant had a vintage style, with decor reminiscent of a palace.

The restaurant was a place regularly frequented by elites across Hua Country and Modu.

Additionally, the interior decoration was extremely high-end, especially the exquisite porcelain placed beside each dining table, said to be genuine items auctioned globally by the manager.

The minimum spend in the restaurant was ten thousand yuan, and it only had eight private dining rooms.

Ye Chen and Zhao Ying walked into the restaurant.

Marble flooring, vintage style, it felt like stepping into a castle.

The walls on both sides showcased world-famous paintings, shelves filled with porcelain, accompanied by soothing music, creating a very pleasant ambiance.

Ye Chen and Zhao Ying sat at an empty table, and a foreign waiter dressed in medieval attire approached with a menu, speaking fluent Chinese, "Sir, please order. Our specialty here is steak, coming from the Alps, from our private ranch. All cows are raised in the most traditional way, and it’s perfectly tender. Our turkey legs are also a house specialty."

"Let the lady order first," Ye Chen said with a smile.

Zhao Ying picked up the menu and ordered a few of her favorite dishes, while Ye Chen ordered two portions of steak and two turkey legs.

Glancing at the price, it already exceeded fifty thousand.

This really was the world of the wealthy—just ordering a few dishes already amounted to fifty thousand.

Just then, they heard a familiar sound at the revolving door, and in walked a familiar figure.

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