When good things happen, one's spirit is refreshed. Due to Cao Jingyi's pregnancy and Chen Ergou's successful entry into Qinghe Industry, he was over the moon. Now he has become the legitimate heir of Qinghe, the successor of Wei Gonggong's various underlying industries. Occasionally, when Wei Xiacao accompanied Fang Jie to attend board meetings, she showed affection consistent with rumors towards the eldest daughter of the Wei family. It wasn't surprising that she was favored, and mutually beneficial things could be understood by thinking about them a little. She didn't mind inviting Wei Xiacao to have lunch together in the company cafeteria or exchanging flirtatious glances during board meetings. Fang Jie saw this but neither encouraged nor opposed it, turning a blind eye.

  Now everyone in Qinghe wants to get closer to the Deputy Director of Human Resources, and Shen Hai is the first to take the lead. The alliance between the two has long been known to all, and Shen Hai's originally disadvantaged faction within Qinghe has become more and more powerful. After lunch, Shen Hai took Chen Erdog to the rooftop of the group building and said with a smile: "That Wang Quan guy booked a spot at Maso tonight, and even reserved a villa for you at the Purple Golden Mountain Villa. He also said he would call some beauties from the Kunqu Opera House, I guess he's determined to splurge once. Feng Sheng, you're also quick-witted, just a few days ago you mentioned something, and suddenly Wang Quan was transferred to the department with the most oil and water in Jiangsu Zhongyan."

  Chen Ergou was shocked by Chen Yuanshu's efficiency, sending the Buddha to the west, and getting everything done in one go. With a calm expression on his face, he tossed Shen Hai a cigarette and said: "Then I'll bring some friends over tonight to liven things up. However, for the next year, I must be back home by 10:30 at the latest. Tell him to vacate the room at Zijin Mountain Villa early, I've stayed at Zhongshan Golf for a while and it's just across from Zijin Mountain Villa, not very interesting."

  Shen Hai asked cautiously: "Is there any progress on Wu Liang's case?"

  Chen Ergou did not reveal any information, although thinking about the old man's promise made his blood boil, but the principle that great things are not discussed in public is not profound. Even Shen Hai, who can be called a confidant, when it comes to the old man's level of political operation, is still a forbidden zone for discussion. Chen Ergou didn't need to use this big thing as a capital for showing off. Shen Hai did not dare to regard Chen Ergou's silence as pretending to be profound. If he had previously doubted Chen Ergou's background, it all disappeared after Wang Quan's promotion.

  Chen Erdog leaned on the railing, staring blankly at the figures of many Qinghe employees downstairs.

  One evening, Chen Ergou summoned Chen Qingzhi and the others to Maso. Wang Huren and Wang Jiefang arrived in Chen Qingzhi's car, 1912, along with Wu Liang and Wang Quan, who had undergone a transformation, as well as Shen Hai, who was addicted to matchmaking. This guy had also invited an unfamiliar middle-aged man to Maso, seemingly pimping for Chen Ergou. Chen Qingzhi and Wang Huren were dressed in suits, their attire impeccable, but they exuded a fierce aura - one was obsessed with guns, the other with boxing. With the addition of Wang Huren's slovenly yet cold demeanor, Chen Ergou stood out like a crane among chickens. Shen Hai and the others had mentally prepared themselves, but the man who had just been dragged into this by Shen Hai couldn't help but feel perplexed, unsure what industry Chen Ergou was in - did he rely on his family's wealth to live as a rich kid? Unlikely. Was he involved in organized crime? He seemed too young for that. Business? Politics?

  That mature man who made a fortune in private equity in Nanjing had been carefully observing Chen Ergou from the moment he saw him, until they sat down at the Maso Bar. The eight men with different styles were all gathered together, and no matter where they went, they were very eye-catching. Jiang Yalou, the owner of Maso, was originally playing a game of deception with a group of friends in a private club, with a scale of tens of millions of yuan floating around in one night, with both wins and losses. Tonight, Jiang Yalou's luck was good, and he was about to take advantage of his victory to continue attacking, but as soon as he heard the Maso manager call to say that Chen Fusheng had arrived, he decided to rush back to the bar. According to his position after marrying into his wife's family today, it wasn't that he didn't have the opportunity to meet young people in Nanjing, but Jiang Yalou just happened to find this Chen Fusheng comfortable. Maybe it was because he accidentally caught a glimpse of him going to the bathroom halfway through, and his slightly hunched back looked too much like Jiang Yalou's impression of his father when he was a child. He had the same flat head, not tall, never arrogant or impetuous, always humble and obedient. Jiang Yalou drove that hateful Toyota Rizhao back to the place where they were making a profit, and as soon as he arrived, he led the eight big men to gather together, Jiang Yalou hooked his hand, and the young man who looked like the manager bent down, Jiang Yalou said in a low voice: "Go get Lafite 04, remember to bring my wine knife."

  In 2004, Lafite in China was not as famous as the overhyped '82 Lafite, but its comprehensive score reached 96. Unfortunately, it was affected by two perfect scores, but this wine is definitely not comparable to ordinary Chateau Lafite. Jiang Yalou's good intentions were like playing a lute to a cow, Chen Fusheng and his gang didn't understand this at all. He and Chen Qingzhi were actually interested in the wine knife in his hand. When Jiang Yalou opened the wine, he said with pride: "This black sandalwood-handled Laguiole wine knife was custom-made by me when I ran to France on my honeymoon. Wine is like women, good wine is like a beauty, it must be served well, otherwise, it will be ruined if you're not careful."

  The man who played private equity was named Zheng Qingquan. Because of his many social engagements, he was very familiar with wine and knew that the Lafite bottle was expensive just by looking at the label. The Rajiole piano was also genuine and reasonably priced, which made him even more curious about Chen Fusheng's identity. As someone who was also a member of the Nanjing BMW Club, Zheng Qingquan was naturally familiar with Shen Haiwang's background. He couldn't wait for Shen Hai to spit out the truth immediately.

  Chen Qingzhi and Wang Jiefang, dressed in suits, didn't want the place to get crowded, so they chose to stand aside, making this area even more chaotic and majestic. Some good kids who had been hanging out at the bar for a short time were frightened and took a detour.

  Young Master Wang Hu is still an out-of-place traitor, wearing a flashy shirt with a very childish hoodie, and on his feet are a pair of canvas shoes that are obviously genuine but have been worn to look fake. To be honest, this young master is really good at ruining good things, smoking heavily like a toad, drinking excessively, downing a bottle of Lafite '04 like it's mineral water. Jiang Ya Lou watched him with not a hint of disgust, he too was a lucky survivor from the dregs of society, and understood that one cannot judge a person by appearance, more so than even Hu Qingquan.

  Today, Jiang Ya Lou sat down and didn't leave, determined to accompany this group of old men until they were drunk. Wang Quan's profession decided that his drinking capacity wouldn't be ambiguous. Wu Liang was slightly weaker, originally not very enthusiastic about *********, and would rather not drink if possible. Only when Chen Fu Sheng, who considered him a great benefactor, persuaded him to drink did he reveal the generous side of a Shandong man. Jiang Ya Lou and Wang Hu didn't need to be said, they were the type that could play with their lives as soon as they touched wine. The only one who wasn't quite right was Hu Qing Quan. This guy didn't like Wang Hu's style at all. He graduated from Princeton University in the United States and admired the aristocratic gentlemanly demeanor. He sat next to Wang Hu, enduring it with difficulty. Moreover, his career was smooth sailing, unlike Wang Quan and Wu Liang who had sought Chen Fu Sheng's help. Therefore, he looked down on Wang Hu's nouveau riche behavior and wasn't too fond of Chen Fu Sheng either. Over time, even Shen Hai felt that Hu Qing Quan was a bad apple in the barrel. Just when Shen Hai thought it necessary to remind Hu Qing Quan to collect himself, intentionally or unintentionally, Wang Hu suddenly jerked his hand, tilted his wine glass, and spilled half a cup of red wine all over Hu Qing Quan's clothes. Hu Qing Quan instinctively cursed loudly: "Damn."

  Chen Fusheng was drinking and laughing, still playing rock-paper-scissors with Jiang Yalou. Wang Quan's face was stiff, looking left and right like a wallflower. Wu Liang frowned tightly, extremely dissatisfied with Hu Qingquan. Shen Hai was the most embarrassed, not daring to move rashly. Wang Huren smiled and handed over a stack of paper towels to wipe away Hu Qingquan's sweat, but Hu Qingquan saw this as a sign of weakness from Chen Fusheng's side. Taking advantage of the situation is a merchant's nature, so he pushed away Wang Huren's hand. Just as he felt a bit dignified, his neck was suddenly grabbed by a thick arm and his 160-pound body was flipped over the sofa and dragged out. The people at their table were still in shock when a guest from the next table saw the scene and gasped in unison. Chen Qingzhi didn't move a muscle; only Wang Jiefang did this. Just as Hu Qingquan came to his senses and tried to cover up his embarrassment, Wang Jiefang picked up a half-empty beer bottle and poured it all over Hu Qingquan's body, drenching him from head to toe. Wang Huren looked at Chen Fusheng with inquiring eyes, wondering if this was going too far. Chen Fusheng smiled and signaled that he didn't need to worry.

  A team leader near Jiangyalou shook his head and drove away several security guards who had rushed over.

  Shen Hai took the dispirited Hu Qingquan out of the bar, and as soon as they left the scene without Wang Jiefang suppressing him, Hu Qingquan immediately shouted: "No matter who they are, I will make them pay with their lives."

  Shen Hai's face was icy cold as he said, "Qingquan, if you have the ability, don't pretend to be a big shot in front of me. You have a mobile phone, right? Call the police or call someone on the road, it's up to you, I won't stop you. I also want to know how you're going to deal with them, hurry up."

  Hu Qingquan was not a fool either, his already weak and empty boasts were struck down by Shen Hai's words, leaving him feeling defeated and humiliated. His expensive suit was ruined, but more importantly, he had lost face. He looked embarrassed and hesitant. Shen Hai sighed and said: "Qingquan, listen to me, don't cause trouble, find an opportunity to apologize and make amends. If the other person accepts, who knows, you might even gain something from this misfortune and have another path to take. If they don't accept, then you're on your own."

  "Do you think he's Wu Huang?" Hu Qingquan sneered. In Jiangsu, even the most arrogant and domineering young masters would have to lower their heads a notch when they met Wu Huang.

  "Wu Huang's status is half given by his old man Wu Dun, and today this Chen Fusheng's old master is Qian Shuji, no worse than Wu Huang. Hu Qingquan, don't be so shameless, your little brother-in-law who serves as deputy secretary-general in the Nanjing Municipal Committee isn't even worth a spit from Old Man Qian, **** thing." Shen Hai spat on the ground and turned to leave, almost kicking Hu Qingquan. Today's commotion must have shaken Chen Fusheng's status in his mind, and all his resentment could only be vented on the blind Hu Qingquan, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

  Hu Qingquan stood like a wooden chicken, standing still in the night, exceptionally desolate.

  Chen Fusheng went to the bathroom, and Chen Qingzhi followed him at a distance. The reason was that Zhu Yeqing had made a ruthless remark about wanting to take over Nanjing's territory with Shang Jiamu, which was like a thorn stuck in Chen Fusheng's flesh, and he couldn't pull it out. He could only be more careful. Jiang Zifang had mentioned that the surname Shang was good at playing guns, which made Chen Fusheng even more wary. On his way back from the bathroom, Chen Qingzhi suddenly appeared in front of him. It turned out to be a girl who had drunk and played dice with them at Maso for the first time, nicknamed Bao Bao. She was still dressed in a small smoke makeup, looking beautiful and radiant, like a school flower. She pointed to a direction, where there were five or six girls sitting around a table, each with their own unique charm, making it easy for men to be dazzled. Among them was also Su Ye, who looked like a lotus flower blooming in the midst of prosperity. Bao Bao asked Chen Fusheng to join her for a drink, but he let Chen Qingzhi return first to accompany Wang Huren and drink with him, and also asked him to call Jiang Yalou over. Chen Qingzhi nodded, his demeanor and aura, which was worthy of a Zhongnanhai bodyguard, left Bao Bao amazed and speechless.

  Chen Fusheng sat down with her among a group of chirping beauties, and had Chen Qing call over Jiang Yalou. On the one hand, he didn't want to spend his own money on wine, and accompanying a bunch of girls in their revelry already made him feel guilty enough; he was unwilling to incur additional expenses. But more importantly, with Shen Hai and others present, there were many things that Chen Fusheng couldn't discuss openly with Jiang Yalou, as he had too many concerns.

  Su Ye walked the England Academy route tonight, wearing a plaid shirt, simple and plain, paired with 9-point pants, exquisitely tailored, with a pair of Kita black frame glasses perched on her slender nose bridge. Her slim figure wore a narrow version of the slim-cut, exquisite and ironed, full of intellectual elegance. Although she didn't show off her two enviable long legs through black silk stockings tonight, she sat there softly and weakly, just like a beautiful landscape in Maso Bar that couldn't be ignored. When she saw Chen Fusheng, she didn't reveal too much enthusiasm, which was also reasonable. Nightclubs were places where people were thin-skinned and lacking in meaning, where men and women met by chance, mostly for one-night stands, so how could there be so many talented scholars and beautiful couples? Chen Fusheng also didn't assume that he would occupy a place in Su Ye's heart.

  The baby gave up her position to Chen Fusheng and ran onto the stage to dance a sultry dance with a handsome young man who was performing at Maso, occasionally throwing flirtatious glances in Chen Fusheng's direction.

  After Jiang Yalou sat down, he joked: "Beautiful women, whoever can get my brother drunk tonight, I'll give her a 10,000 yuan red envelope. If anyone can make him stay out all night, go to the Deji LV counter and pick one yourself, I'll pay for it."

  Whether it was a joke or not, the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Those beautiful women who were still unfamiliar with Chen Fusheng outside of Su Ye at least knew that this young man in front of them was a talent who could make Jiang Da Boss spend a lot of money. Women who came to this place for food and clothing, even if they didn't love money, wouldn't be disgusted by rich men. The white-collar worker had no chance to call Ma Sao boss brother, but one or two women who had tied themselves to wealth began to launch an attack.

  Chen Fusheng was busy fending off the women's toasts while chatting with Jiang Yalou in a not-so-estranged tone. As the wine took effect, he reached the perfect state of being slightly drunk but still coherent. Jiang Yalou, a cunning and clever person, noticed Chen Fusheng's fatigue from dealing with those who would stop at nothing for red envelopes. He suggested they step outside to the balcony, where they leaned against the railing, smoking and drinking while gazing out at the chaotic scene below. The neon lights flashed, dazzling the eyes. Jiang Yalou had downed a significant amount of wine during the toast and continued to drink heavily after that. Now, slightly drunk, his world began to shrink, and his ego expanded. He wanted to express all the things he had been suppressing in his heart. It was a wonderful state where he felt compelled to speak without restraint. This man, who had also endured over 20 years of hardship, spoke boldly: "This venue will earn me 300 million yuan per year. I've already acquired two venues in Shanghai, and with the ones in Hangzhou and Suzhou, I'll have five venues next year. I want to earn one billion yuan in pure profit, one billion!"

  Chen Fusheng listened patiently. His wife, Cao Jingyi, had trained him to be an excellent listener. Jiang Yalou carelessly threw his cup aside and was about to look for cigarettes when Chen Fusheng took out a cigarette and lit it for him. After taking a deep drag, Jiang Yalou closed his eyes, savoring the long-forgotten comfort of the moment. He hugged Chen Fusheng tightly and said, "Fusheng, I'm telling you this without any reservations. If you were just Secretary Qian's son or Chen Yuanshu's sworn brother, I would have treated you like those rich kids who play mahjong with me tonight - just drinking buddies who laugh and joke together, wasting money for fun. But from the moment I saw you, I knew you were different from them."

  "It's different."

  Jiang Ya Lou smiled wryly and said, "When talking about heartfelt matters in a nightclub, it always feels like it's not sincere enough. No choice, I have a mother at home who is a fierce tigress, apart from having the temperament of a young lady, she has no brains and no... That kind of woman can ruin any atmosphere, otherwise I would have brought you back to drink together and discuss business."

  "Let's head back to my place," Chen Fu Sheng patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "my wife is relatively easy-going, as long as you don't mind the small space."

  Jiang Ya Lou smiled brightly and said: "That's great."

  Apart from a few who have been taken advantage of and learned their lesson, everyone is an optimist at heart. So the more beautiful the girl, the higher her self-esteem will be. Women like Maso who sell their youth and beauty in this kind of place are not all just pretty faces; they also have ambitions, such as finding a rich man to marry and securing a lifelong price for themselves. Young and wealthy is best, middle-aged is okay too, but in reality, there are always more beautiful women than rich men. Marrying into a wealthy family is rare, and most of the time it ends with them being played and dumped. If they're lucky, they might get some money, clothes, and a few luxury handbags. Girls like Baobao are just like this; no one knows whether they're deeply trapped or enjoying themselves.

  Su Ye is a proud exception, she has an uncommon family background, excellent education, and more guts than Bao Bao, making her more qualified to insist on her bottom line even if it means rotting away.

  She absent-mindedly sipped her drink, occasionally glancing at the backs of Chen Fusheng and Jiang Yalou. Since parting ways with Chen Fusheng last time, she had made it clear that this kind of man didn't belong in the nightlife scene; she couldn't grasp him. When it came to people and things she wasn't sure about, Su Ye was always able to restrain her curiosity, lest she get burned like a moth to flame. Yet today, Chen Fusheng's not-too-much-not-too-little coldness had precisely pricked at the pride of being a high-quality woman, leaving her feeling half-pained and half-itchy.

  Jiang Yalou went to the bathroom, Chen Fusheng sat back in his seat, and Bao Bao brought over a batch of handsome guys to liven up the atmosphere. These kids were fashionable and trendy in Chen Fusheng's eyes. Sometimes he thought about it, and interestingly discovered that life had suddenly matured him, without giving him time to adjust, and he had stepped into the realm of middle-aged men. Although his body was far from being old and frail, and didn't have to worry about lacking energy in bed, his mental state was almost at the same level as Shen Hai Wu Liang's group, who were in their 40s and 50s. They would take advantage of young girls born in the 90s, this kind of thing he could no longer do. Otherwise, a 27 or 28-year-old young man, with no lack of money, no physical disabilities, had no reason not to indulge in carnal pleasures.

  Chen Fusheng had no common language with those young people, Su Ye was always proud and didn't integrate into Baobao's circle, so among the ten or so men and women at the table, only they two were out of place. Chen Fusheng picked up two wine glasses, and Su Ye followed him to the railing, took the red wine from his hand, sipped slowly, her lips becoming even more crimson and alluring. Chen Fusheng leaned against the railing, lit a cigarette, shook the wine glass with his left hand, glanced at Wang Hu and his gang in the distance who were busy drinking games, even Chen Qing was pulled into the battlefield, while Jiang Yalou was blocked by a table of customers who looked quite dignified, destined to temporarily not disturb Chen Fusheng and Su Ye's solitude.

  They were strangers, Chen Fusheng was not good at speaking, squeezing out eloquent words from his mouth was harder than playing with a knife. Adding to Su Ye's reserve and pride as a beautiful woman, the two fell silent for a moment, cold and awkward. Just as Su Ye was about to leave in anger, Chen Fusheng broke the silence: "What would you do if you were a girl who met an untrustworthy man at a bar?"

  Su Ye frowned and said: "Maso is not chaotic, it's rare to encounter such things, this is also the most important reason why I chose Maso."

  Chen Fusheng turned his head and gazed at Su Ye's face, saying softly: "Does your boyfriend have no objection?"

  Su Ye's face darkened, and she didn't bother to explain. She was only there to sing a few songs, occasionally having a drink with important guests at Jiang Ya Lou's behest. There was nothing untoward about it. Chen Fu Sheng's question was an insult in her ears. If not for the deep impression he had made on her initially, she would have turned around and left without giving him another chance to speak.

  "If it were me, I wouldn't let you out of the house. You're still so pale and tender from being cooped up at home, how can I bear to let other men lay eyes on you?"

  Su Ye couldn't help but smile, and the gloom in her heart suddenly disappeared.

  Chen Fusheng smiled but didn't speak, in the noisy venue, under the colorful neon lights, his clean face was somewhat intoxicating.

  "You have a wife." Su Ye said softly, unable to tell if it was sadness or melancholy.

  Chen Fusheng nodded.

  And he still cares about her.

  Su Ye smiled and said, her smile seemed a bit forced, perhaps she just wanted to appear more open-minded, but in the end she lowered her head to take a sip of wine, very shallow, just a touch. "Because you're this kind of man, who takes his career very seriously, socializes and entertains outside, with a clear grasp of boundaries, women are just accessories, of course, except for wives."

  Chen Fusheng smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment."

  Su Ye slowly raised her head, revealing a delicate and beautiful face that was both elegant and captivating. Unfortunately, the man beside her couldn't pluck the wild red apricots by the roadside, and she herself was destined not to be one of those wild red apricots either. Su Ye quietly sighed in her heart, thinking: "She must be very excellent."

  Chen Fusheng nodded and said: "Everyone who sees us will say that flowers have been inserted into cow dung."

  Su Ye was very curious about what kind of outstanding woman could completely overshadow the man in front of her, and she had already lost without a fight before even seeing Cao Jing.

  While Chen Fusheng was chatting and laughing with a group of old men, his wife was having tea with someone that Chen Fusheng would never have imagined.

  Bamboo leaves are green.

  The location is in Chen Fusheng and Cao Jing's little home.

  Shi Jian Dan, Huang Fu Hui Yu, a freak who got his hands stained with blood early on and personally trained the evil spirit of Shang Yang Wu.

  Dà qīng yī, Cáo jiǎo jiān, dāng dài shè huì de huáng qīn guó zhī jīn zhī yù yè, zhì lì jià hé wǔ lì jià liǎng zhě dōu shì jī hū méi yǒu shàng xiàn de shén xiān.

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