Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 412 - 0413: I Told You to Get Out [Part 2]

Chapter 412: Chapter 0413: I Told You to Get Out [Part 2]

Dice looked at Chu Feng and felt that Chu Feng was quite different from what he had imagined. Chu Feng’s mental maturity far exceeded his previous estimations. On serious matters, Chu Feng was very earnest. At least he hadn’t become a profligate just because he had gotten rich.

Having followed He Sheng, Dice had seen too many such people.

Chu Feng walked forward two steps and, noticing Dice hadn’t followed, turned back and said, "Have you discovered that I can be quite serious when it’s called for?"

When Dice heard what Chu Feng said, his mental image of Chu Feng immediately shattered.

"Let’s go in," Dice said without looking back.

Chu Feng shook his head and remarked, "You’re still so dull, not a trace of humor in you. With you by Elder He’s side, he needs a cheerful living environment."

Dice remained silent, bowing his head as he walked into the restaurant, completely ignoring Chu Feng.

As Chu Feng and Dice entered the restaurant, they saw Huang Shan being exceedingly polite to a handsome young USA man, explaining something.

The young man from the USA appeared extremely arrogant. Clearly, he did not regard Huang Shan, New York’s new rich, with any importance whatsoever.

"Have your boss come talk to me, do you know who I am? Do you know what kind of status our Yingda Consortium has in New York? If you ask me to leave, do you believe I can get your crappy restaurant shut down tomorrow? Don’t think that just because you’ve changed to a Chinese casino owner, you can enter the upper echelons of USA society, you’re not worthy. Get your boss here, I want to buy this restaurant," the handsome USA young man said arrogantly.

"I didn’t say please leave, I said get the hell out," Chu Feng’s voice rose in the restaurant. Although it was in English, An Rongrong, who had been keeping her head down, lost in thought, suddenly lit up with attention.

Then An Rongrong raised her head and saw the man she had longed for day and night.

Chu Feng saw An Rongrong too—she was still so obedient, still so sweet. The dimples on her face remained, as if nothing had ever changed.

If anything had changed, it was that An Rongrong had become much thinner. The off-white bat shirt she wore made her look all the more slender, a fragility that tugged at the heartstrings.

"Chu Feng, you’re here!" An Rongrong felt a thousand words welling up in her eyes, but they all condensed into these five words.

"You’ve lost weight," Chu Feng said with concern, looking at An Rongrong who used to have a bit of baby fat but now appeared so thin.

An Rongrong replied, "I’ve been dieting."

Chu Feng said, "I don’t need you to diet. Even if you became chubby, I’d still like you."

An Rongrong’s cheeks turned a faint red, she gave Chu Feng a glance and said shyly, "It’s you who’s going to get chubby."

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The two of them bantered back and forth like this, completely oblivious to everyone around them. It was as if the entire world only consisted of the two of them.

An Rongrong’s father saw Chu Feng suddenly appear, and his face turned somewhat unsightly.

He didn’t understand how Chu Feng could have appeared here suddenly since it completely disrupted his plans.

Actually, Housekeeper Jack really wanted to inform his boss back at his home. But seeing the completely shattered stone slab on the ground, he decided that his own life was more important. So, he chose to give up and didn’t tell his boss.

This is the essence of Western liberalism: in their eyes, their own lives are far more important than those of others.

"Who are you, and why are you entering my restaurant?" the handsome young man from the USA asked Chu Feng loudly.

Chu Feng looked at the handsome young American man and said, "That question should be asked by me. Who are you? Why are you entering my restaurant?"

"Your restaurant? Are you the new owner of Bernadine?" the young man asked, looking at Chu Feng with an air of command.

Chu Feng replied, "I wasn’t before, but now I am."

An Rongrong’s father was startled by Chu Feng’s words, but he scoffed a moment later and said, "The owner of Bernadine Restaurant is He Sheng. I’ve met He Sheng before. Being arrogant as a young person is one thing, but don’t let it go to your head."

An Rongrong’s father didn’t believe for a second that Chu Feng could be the owner of Bernadine. He knew the price of the acquisition of Bernadine and couldn’t believe that Chu Feng could amass that money in less than a year.

Chu Feng said, "Uncle, I remember the agreement we had when you took Rongrong away. You said that if I had a personal fortune of five hundred million or owned a company valued at fifteen billion, you wouldn’t oppose my relationship with Rongrong. Are you going back on your word?"

An Rongrong’s father sneered, "Of course, I remember, but even if I gave you the rest of this year, you couldn’t possibly fulfill that agreement."

Chu Feng pulled a somewhat wrinkled cheque from his pocket and said, "Here’s a fifteen billion USA Dollar cheque. I don’t know if it proves anything."

An Rongrong’s father took the crumpled cheque with skepticism and spread it out."

Seeing the figure of fifteen billion on the cheque, An Rongrong’s father could hardly believe his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he was sure he wasn’t seeing things. It was indeed a cheque for fifteen billion. Although it was wrinkled and looked a bit like scrap paper, it was truly a cheque for fifteen billion.

It seemed unreal to him, but Chu Feng had truly fulfilled their agreement in less than a year.

Moreover, Chu Feng had done much better than the agreement demanded because Elder He had previously stated that it would be enough if Chu Feng could come up with a company valued at fifteen billion.

The value of a fifteen billion company and fifteen billion in cash are entirely different concepts.

A fifteen billion valuation doesn’t mean you have fifteen billion in cash, whereas fifteen billion in cash can be turned into several times that in market value.

Chu Feng, looking at the dumbfounded An Rongrong’s father, said, "Uncle, do you have any objections now?"

An Rongrong’s father didn’t say a word, because those were his own words. And he had said them in front of everyone. He hadn’t expected Chu Feng could do it, but now Chu Feng had really done it, and he had done it even better than Elder He had asked.

He no longer doubted that Chu Feng was the owner of Bernadine. A young man who could treat a fifteen billion cheque like a piece of scrap paper was a believable owner of Bernadine—it wasn’t hard to understand at all.

"Just fifteen billion USA Dollars, what’s there to show off? If I wanted to, I could pull out a few fifteen billions anytime," the handsome young American man said scornfully after seeing the cheque.

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