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Chapter 1008 - 534: I’m Here to Learn from Experience_4

Chapter 1008: Chapter 534: I’m Here to Learn from Experience_4

He stopped in his tracks again, turned back, and said to Changhe, "Changhe, go to the car and get the money. We’re not competing anymore."

Changhe was stunned, "Brother Jun, how can that be alright? At least let’s show up for the match. When we came, everyone knew about this. If we don’t compete now, what are we going to say when we go back?"

Chen Yingjun waved his hand, "Just leave it and go get the money."

As Changhe jogged to get the money, Chen Yingjun glanced again at Tiger Da, who was currently sucking up to Yan Fei, and said to Er Bao with a hint of annoyance, "Brother Erbao, what do you think if I find a few guys here in Wan City to beat up that journalist who wrote about the tiger? Given my grandpa’s connections, could I get away with it? These damn journalists are so unprofessional. What kind of photos are those? It’s not just misleading, it’s downright criminal..."

Er Bao gave a harder-than-crying laugh, knowing he was just venting and didn’t pick up the conversational thread.

Chen Yingjun was wronging that journalist. The photo was taken by a photo studio master from a distance. Given the circumstances at the time, the choice of angle was poor, and the quality of the photos was suboptimal—an understandable situation.

Therefore, in the photo, it was impossible to tell the huge size difference between Tiger Da and the ’little tiger’ behind him—at that moment, excited about getting in the car to go home, Tiger Da was acting cutesy like a cat, not even straightening his body.

A tiger, after all, is a type of cat, and cat owners know they are much more stretchable than other animals. Given the poor angle of the photograph, although the result still looked quite shocking, it was less impressive than reality.

Yan Fei said to Chen He, who was still somewhat skeptical on the other side, "They have gone to get the money. The guy really has nerve, afraid of hurting his Tibetan Mastiff, he doesn’t even want to compete."

Chen He turned to see the young man named Changhe running back, then took a small bag from the car, and no longer expressed disbelief. Next, he thought of a question, "Brother Fei, do you know about stock trading? With your hearing, if we pair up and sneak a few listens in the brokerage houses, we can make a fortune in no time!"

Yan Fei was very humble, "This is the middle of nowhere, it’s very quiet around here, and the wind is even blowing from that direction. If it were outside the brokerage house you mentioned, where it’s all noisy, how could I hear anything? I might have good hearing, but I’m not ’Gale Ears’."

If Yan Fei hadn’t been reading newspapers regularly and had access to an internet-capable computer, he probably wouldn’t have understood Chen He’s comment at all. Stock trading, which was booming in coastal cities, was almost unheard of to the people of Sancha River.

Even though Yan Fei understood, he wasn’t interested. He still felt that his own work was more meaningful. Earning ’virtual money’ was too simple and uninteresting for him—he believed that only money earned through industry was genuine, as it created value for society, and he had no plans to try the rest.

To earn that kind of money, he might as well go to Dinosaur World and sell ’nuggets’—he was no longer the naive kid who, in need of meal money, had thickly approached Ma Yongming and Lin Baoguo looking for ways to make money. With a world of experience, he now enjoyed the process of making money, rather than the amount earned.

What Chen He suggested was the simplest idea; Wang Jiuming and Chen He’s cousin had thought of much more. If his hearing could be used in business negotiations, it would be unbeatably advantageous—some were already planning to cultivate a good relationship with Boss Yan. Not because his business had reached Hong Kong, but because someday when encountering difficulties, they might need to seek his help.

When Chen Yingjun returned, his attitude had changed again, respectfully holding the money-filled briefcase up, "Boss Yan, take a look, this is five hundred thousand. I just want to ask, if there were to be a competition, which tiger would you use?"

Money delivered to your doorstep shouldn’t be declined. Yan Fei waved his hand, signaling Li Fang to take the money, giving Chen Yingjun no chance to hold on to his last bit of hope, "The smallest tiger belongs to the zoo, and I certainly don’t have the authority to make decisions about it. Just choose one of these three bigger ones!"

Pick my ass!

Chen Yingjun cursed inwardly, but his smile became even warmer, "Actually, the competition was just an excuse, I just wanted to meet Boss Yan. I heard your business is doing well, and I wanted to learn from your experience."

You’ve got to be kidding me, do you even believe what you just said?

Wang Jiuming and the other older ones were okay, but Chen He and the other youngsters clearly wrote ’contempt’ across their faces. However, Chen Yingjun didn’t care; he never considered himself a rich man, just a poor teacher’s kid with no airs to put on.

Since they had all backed down, Yan Fei had no interest in kicking someone when they were down. There was no real hatred or resentment, so it wasn’t necessary.

The conversation then truly turned to casual tea drinking and chatting.

Chen Yingjun didn’t know much about tea either, just felt that Boss Yan’s tea was quite tasty. As he drank, his mind began to wander, and he started thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could try collaborating with Boss Yan.

This wasn’t because he felt like making a single trip and going back was a fine start but a poor finish, but rather a well-considered idea during his time drinking tea.

It’s well known that Chen Yingjun was involved in businesses catering to the rich, especially in their city known as Black Gold City, where many became wealthy through local mineral resources.

What do they do once they’re rich?

To shake off the label of nouveau riche, they would resort to any means necessary — barely literate, they’d foolishly set up studies, and purchase leather-bound editions of complex histories, "Cultural Journey," and "The Plum in the Golden Vase," making a show as if they were steeped in scholarly ambiance.

They even took up foreign hobbies like golf. With the movements they used to swing hoes ten, twenty years ago, playing a round or two, didn’t that also look quite classy?

Back in the day, thirst was quenched by scooping up well water with a ladle, savoring every drop. If you could add a bit of white sugar, it was simply a delicacy.

But now that they had money, things couldn’t be done that way anymore. Now they also drank the local rural Lafite from 1982, from France, and it tasted pretty good with a bit of Coca-Cola added...

The more Chen Yingjun thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was feasible. Before, we used to make quick cash from the rich second generations, which wasn’t sustainable. Now, we should also raise our standards and start making money from those first-generation rich — over in Hong Kong, where rich people eat beefsteaks, which sounds a lot classier, who cares if it came from Sancha River or Six Road Gully!