Chapter 128: Chapter 98: Purple Is Indeed the Most Flavorful

Qi Sheng and Xu Qinghui were getting along great.

Without the system to back him up, he’d never have the confidence to chat and laugh so freely with a true multi-millionaire.

"President Qi, I’ve booked a private room at Yu Zhilan. You have to do me the honor of joining me tonight."

After they signed the contract, Xu Qinghui, keen on building a good relationship with Qi Sheng, had arranged the dinner in advance.

"Now that you’ve asked, Brother Xu, I’ll make time even if I don’t have any."

Qi Sheng smiled and nodded, accepting the invitation.

He was happy to expand his network, too. The more friends you have, the more opportunities open up.

"Haha, in that case, I’ll drop the formalities. The age gap between us isn’t that big anyway. Consider it my duty as Brother Xu to treat you, my client, right tonight!"

Xu Qinghui let out a hearty laugh. His thinking was perfectly in line with Qi Sheng’s.

From a minor designer to the multi-millionaire owner of a decoration company.

Naturally, Xu Qinghui had exceptionally shrewd judgment.

He hadn’t known Qi Sheng for long, but the young man had already left a profound impression on him.

Anyone who could quietly rent out the Guangdong Association Hall had to have a background on a level he could scarcely imagine.

As a savvy businessman, if he didn’t properly cultivate a connection like this, he might as well just give up on business entirely.

The two left the office, asking Wang Bingqin to join them.

Back in the office, Qi Sheng had been so engrossed in his conversation with Xu Qinghui that he’d forgotten to discuss the design details with Wang Bingqin.

"Younger Brother Qi, I’ll ride with you. Lawyer Qiu and Designer Peng can take my car."

Xu Qinghui pointed to the Bentley Flying Spur parked downstairs before making himself comfortable in the back seat of the BMW 7 Series.

Granted, the BMW 7 Series wasn’t as expensive as his Bentley Flying Spur.

But there was no getting around the fact that this thing was a limited edition.

He could never bring himself to buy a car with such a high dealer markup.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it; it was just his personality. He was used to being a careful spender.

Qi Sheng, on the other hand, didn’t care about the markup because all his money came from the system.

’I’m a god-tier tycoon now, why would I care about value for money?’

"Tsk, tsk. As expected of a limited-edition model. This interior is gorgeous!"

Xu Qinghui settled into the car, marveling at the Smoke White and Cigar Brown color scheme of the interior.

Even the headrests featured exclusive embroidery for the 40th anniversary of the BMW 7 Series. The more he looked, the more he liked it.

"It can’t compare to your Flying Spur, Brother. It’s just something to get around in."

It wasn’t that Qi Sheng hadn’t considered buying a Maybach.

But he only had three million yuan on hand at the moment.

At most, he could afford a mid-trim Maybach. He figured it was better to be a big fish in a small pond.

So, Qi Sheng had decisively bought this top-of-the-line 740i instead.

"Are you humblebragging to me, you punk?"

Xu Qinghui rolled his eyes at Qi Sheng and sighed emotionally.

"I’m almost thirty-five, and I only just bought my first Bentley Flying Spur."

"I refuse to believe you don’t have other luxury cars to your name."

"By the way, do you have a sports car?"

"I have a Ferrari 488," Qi Sheng said with a smiling nod.

"Damn, that’s got to be five million, right?"

Xu Qinghui was stunned. He hadn’t expected Qi Sheng to own a Ferrari 488 as well.

"Closer to 5.5 million out the door. What can I say? I liked it."

Qi Sheng shrugged and asked curiously, "Brother, you’re a multi-millionaire yourself. Haven’t you considered getting a Rolls-Royce?"

Xu Qinghui nodded. "I have. I’ve got plenty of sedans. Lately, I’ve been thinking about getting a Cullinan."

"But the markup is insane—at least a million to start. I’ll wait a bit longer."

At forty, Xu Qinghui was in his prime and naturally shared a passion for luxury cars.

But buying a supercar like the Ferrari 488, which starts at five million out the door, would still be a significant financial strain for him.

This new "little brother" of his, Qi Sheng, on the other hand, was truly a force to be reckoned with.

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Yu Zhilan was located on Changfa Street. A row of parking spots out front was reserved exclusively for guests of the private dining rooms.

It was only two kilometers from Chunxi Road.

Yet this area possessed a leisurely, tranquil atmosphere unique to old Chengdu.

A classic oasis of tranquility in a bustling city.

Slate-gray brick walls stood behind two tightly closed, rustic wooden doors.

There was no sign, no banner.

It looked no different from an ordinary private residence.

But behind those doors lay Chengdu’s finest Sichuan restaurant.

Xu Qinghui gently lifted the iron ring on the door and let it fall.

An older woman with a distinct Sichuan accent called out, "Coming!"

A moment later, the wooden doors swung open.

"Younger Brother Qi, don’t be fooled by the humble entrance. Master Lan’s cooking is beyond reproach. I guarantee that after one bite, you’ll be wanting to come back for more!"

Xu Qinghui led Qi Sheng inside with the confidence of a regular, clearly knowing his way around.

Yu Zhilan was laid out like an old house: three bedrooms, two living areas, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

The restaurant had only one private dining room, which could accommodate ten people and was notoriously difficult to book.

Smaller dining tables were scattered throughout the other rooms.

To the right of the main hall was a long, narrow, brightly lit kitchen.

"Haha, Master Lan, this is my friend, Qi Sheng."

"Don’t be fooled by how young he is. His net worth is no less than mine; he’s a top young tycoon."

"I’ve brought you a real God of Wealth today."

Xu Qinghui was very familiar with Lan Guijun, the old master of Yu Zhilan.

This was practically his go-to restaurant for all important business dinners.

As long as it wasn’t the peak dinner rush, Lan Guijun would personally greet them at the door, a gesture of great respect for his regular patrons.

"Welcome, welcome. I’ll be cooking for you myself tonight."

"Next time you plan on coming, Mr. Qi, just give me a call beforehand, and I’ll save a table for you."

Lan Guijun’s temples were speckled with gray, but his apron was immaculately white and tidy, and his smile was warm and courteous.

"I appreciate that."

Qi Sheng had long heard of the famous master chef.

"Younger Brother Qi, don’t mind the bad reviews you see online. That’s just when Master Lan is letting his apprentices practice."

"If Master Lan is the one cooking, I guarantee the food would be so good they’d practically swallow their own tongues."

Xu Qinghui knew the online reviews were extremely polarized.

Every time he hosted a dinner here, Lan Guijun would cook personally.

As a result, his guests always had nothing but praise.

Before the meal began, Lan Guijun led Qi Sheng and Xu Qinghui into the main hall.