Chapter 124: The Low-Key Tycoon Bro

As the crowd around him whispered and pointed, Chen Yufeng glanced over casually and spotted Zhao Zijun not far away, slowly savoring a glass of red wine, a mischievous expression playing on his face as he looked in this direction.

So that’s how it is.

Seeing the cunning smile on Zhao Zijun’s face, Chen Yufeng immediately understood the situation. Without a doubt, Zhao Zijun was behind this. He must have had someone slip those disgusting things under Chen’s seat, then sent the floor supervisor over to reprimand him loudly on purpose, all aimed at embarrassing him.

Well, just wait and see—

Before Chen Yufeng could respond, the floor supervisor spoke again, his tone even sterner: “Someone with such poor manners like you—I seriously suspect you’re just here freeloading. So please come with me for verification.”

Chen Yufeng smiled faintly, glanced at him coldly, and didn’t bother arguing with such a small character. He discreetly slipped his hand into his pocket. When he pulled it out again, he held a palm-sized gold brick, which he snapped onto the table with a crisp clap.

“Here’s some tea money.”

“A gold… gold brick?”

The floor supervisor’s eyes immediately lit up; he was so stunned he momentarily lost his senses. After a few seconds, he regained his composure and carefully examined the gold bar in his hand.

He was wearing a gold ring on his finger, but its luster and feel paled compared to this gold brick, which meant the purity had to be extremely high. The brick felt heavy—at least five or six jin (roughly 2.5 to 3 kilograms). With gold market prices approaching three hundred yuan per gram, this was worth at least several million yuan.

Holy hell!

I’m about to get rich, reaching the peak of my life in an instant!

Who needs to be a floor supervisor anymore?

“Rich man, thank you so much! You’re my benefactor!”

The floor supervisor was overwhelmed with gratitude, continuously thanking Chen Yufeng as he removed his jacket and cleaned up the mess under the seat on the spot.

Working at a club, it was common to receive tips from customers, often a few hundred yuan each day. Even wealthy patrons rarely gave tips exceeding a few thousand yuan. But who ever gave a gold brick as a tip? This was extravagance beyond imagination.

The surrounding guests were stunned, their faces blank with disbelief. Those who fancied themselves wealthy now felt ashamed in comparison when they saw Chen Yufeng casually hand a gold brick to the floor supervisor as a tip, and they silently fell quiet.

This was a true tycoon. Such extravagance—who cared about manners? Wealth was the ultimate mark of status.

After the initial shock, the guests went back to their own business, but their glances toward Chen Yufeng carried a new respect. They recognized him as a low-key millionaire.

Several wealthy patrons even approached Chen Yufeng to drink and network, but he merely clinked glasses politely, took a symbolic sip, and spoke little—his demeanor lofty, as if unwilling to associate with mere mortals.

Gradually, no one else bothered him anymore.

Chen Yufeng continued to sit alone, drinking quietly.

The floor supervisor, deeply grateful, stayed to pour wine for him, occasionally bringing snacks with enthusiastic service. He even confided that Zhao Zijun had instructed him to come over and embarrass Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng made a mental note to remember this.

Nearby, Zhao Zijun’s eyes almost popped out in shock. He couldn’t understand how this seemingly penniless kid could be so rich, casually carrying gold bricks in his pocket.

What was meant to be a setup to disgrace him had instead made Chen Yufeng shine.

Zhao Zijun was thoroughly displeased.

What he didn’t know was that Chen Yufeng possessed a miraculous treasure of unbeatable luck.

After another four or five minutes, Chen Yufeng received a WeChat message from Liu Telin asking where he was sitting. He smiled happily and sent her his location.

Soon, a ripple of awe spread through the crowd.

A stunning beauty appeared, wearing a cool, off-shoulder blue evening gown.

Her smooth, supple shoulders were exposed, her ample curves hinted beneath the fabric, sparking desire. Two long, fair, slender arms hung naturally at her slim waist, as graceful as flowing water.

Liu Telin was already very beautiful, but tonight, dressed for the formal occasion, she was dazzlingly enchanting.

She was the epitome of allure—a woman who could make any man’s eyes light up, blood rush, and wish to hold her down tenderly.

Amid the crowd’s admiring murmurs, Liu Telin walked straight to Chen Yufeng’s table.

She sat opposite him, smiling brightly as she clinked glasses. Many men around couldn’t help but feel a mix of disappointment and envy—there was no chance for them now.

They had to admit: this young man was a real tycoon.

“Brother Fairy, I’m here to keep you company…”

After sitting, Liu Telin gave Chen Yufeng a coquettish smile, then leaned close to whisper softly in his ear. At the same time, she playfully nudged her high-heeled foot under the table, making a seductive motion, fully displaying her charm.

“Can you tone it down a bit? I can’t handle it.”

Chen Yufeng was speechless. His proud policewoman sister had completely vanished.

“Alright, come on, drink…”

Liu Telin was clearly enchanted by Chen Yufeng, liking him more and more. His mysterious charm made him a true male god.

With such a beautiful companion, Chen Yufeng finally felt less bored.

They happily played dice and drank, while the floor supervisor poured wine willingly, utterly impressed by Chen Yufeng’s character.

Most wealthy bosses would have lost control when faced with such an exquisite beauty, but Chen Yufeng remained calm and indifferent, as if it were no big deal.

Wang Wei, who had been wandering inside, suddenly saw Chen Yufeng happily drinking and playing with such a stunning beauty, and felt a surge of jealousy.

If it came to one-on-one, Wang Wei knew he might not be this kid’s match. His greatest pride wasn’t fighting skills, but drinking prowess—he was rarely beaten at the table and held an almost mystical confidence.

“Alright, kid, tonight we settle this on the drinking table…”

[Brothers, there’s another chapter tonight. We’ve had many generous supporters reward the book, and quite a few recommendation votes as well. Thank you all! Of course, thanks also to those silently following along—your support means a lot. The PK contest is ongoing...]