63: Chapter 63 Admission Ticket

"I was just saying it, do you have to react so strongly? If we don't look for him, then we won't!"

"Fine, I'm done talking to you. Weren't you going to check someone's info? I'll check it for you right now!"

After saying that, Chen Guangke hung up the phone.

Not long after, Shen Yan received a text message from Chen Guangke.

There were several addresses in the text message.

They were mostly places that Chen Guangke frequently visited.

Although Shen Yan didn't know why the tycoon system wanted him to become friends with this Bi Ming, special missions were generally preludes to advanced wealth intelligence.

In other words, befriending Bi Ming would become an opportunity for him to make money.

He was starting everything from scratch now.

No connections, no network.

A casual report from Chen Ling could directly cause his company to shut down.

To prevent such scenes from happening again, he had to get to know more people with connections and find more backers for his company.

In the evening, Shen Yan went to the entrance of a bar where Bi Ming frequently appeared.

"Who are you? Do you have an invitation?"

Just as he was about to enter, he was stopped by the security guard at the door.

"You need an invitation to enter here?"

The security guard at the door glanced at him and said in a disdainful tone:

"Otherwise? This kind of venue isn't for someone of your level. Get lost!"

Hearing this, Shen Yan wasn't angry.

He thought for a moment and asked the security guard:

"Then how can I get an invitation?"

The security guard burst out laughing.

"Nonsense, you buy it with money, of course! Can a pauper like you afford an invitation?"

"Hurry up and leave, don't waste my time here!"

Shen Yan was about to say he could afford it.

The security guard's face instantly changed as he said to the person behind him, "Ah! Isn't this Young Master Bi?!"

"You've come today as well!"

"Oh, you have no idea how much your presence graces our humble establishment!"

Young Master Bi?

Shen Yan turned around, and a man dressed in gaudy, colorful clothes came into view.

Uh...

This person's appearance was indeed exactly the same as the photo Chen Guangke had sent him.

He just didn't know why this person would dress like a flamboyant peacock; it was dazzlingly gaudy.

Bi Ming didn't even acknowledge the security guard's flattery. He looked around and spotted a beautiful woman standing at the bar entrance.

"Yo, beautiful, isn't it cold standing here all by yourself? Want to come inside and warm up with me?"

The beauty's eyes lit up, and she ran over with the clack-clack-clack of her high heels.

"Sure!"

Then, the two of them walked into the bar as the security guard bowed to them.

Seeing their backs about to disappear, Shen Yan quickly shouted to the security guard:

"It's just an invitation, isn't it? I can afford it!"

This sentence successfully stopped Bi Ming in his tracks.

He turned around with interest and asked Shen Yan, "You want to buy an invitation?"

The security guard, who had been bowing just a moment ago, immediately straightened up and said to Bi Ming like a sycophant:

"Young Master Bi, he probably thinks an invitation can be bought for just a few thousand or tens of thousands of yuan. Don't mind him."

Bi Ming scoffed and asked the security guard:

"Who told you to speak? Did I ask you anything?"

The security guard's face turned pale instantly, and he said fumbling:

"Sorry, Young Master Bi, I didn't mean anything else, I just..."

Before he could finish, Shen Yan pointed at the security guard and said:

"The difference in your attitude toward him and toward me is quite large, isn't it?"

"How can you be such a snob?!"

Bi Ming leaned against the wall with his arm around the beauty and said:

"Pauper, do you know why his attitude toward me and you is so different?"

"Because you're not as rich as I am, so you only deserve this kind of treatment."

The security guard nodded, his face full of agreement.

Shen Yan feigned anger and said:

"Who says I don't have money? Today, I'm going to buy that invitation and walk into this bar with my head held high!"

The security guard couldn't hold it back anymore and said disdainfully:

"Don't make me laugh. In my opinion, you couldn't afford an invitation even if you sold yourself!"

Shen Yan was really too lazy to listen to the guard's mockery. He pulled an unassuming card from his pocket and said:

"How much? I'll buy it."

Just as the security guard was about to mock him further, Bi Ming spoke up.

"An admission ticket is five hundred thousand, and an invitation is one million. Do you want to buy an admission ticket or an invitation?"

As soon as he said this, the people around immediately started watching the show.

They all felt that Shen Yan's clothing didn't make him look like a wealthy person.

To ordinary people, whether it was one million or five hundred thousand, both were astronomical prices.

They were now impatient to see the sight of Shen Yan fleeing in embarrassment.

"One million?"

"I'll buy it!"

To everyone's surprise, however, Shen Yan didn't flee in embarrassment; instead, he boasted that he would buy the one-million-yuan invitation.

"For real?"

"Can he afford it?"

"Judging by his clothes, he doesn't look like a rich person. Could he be bluffing?"

"Who knows? Let's see if his card can actually be swiped."

The whispers of the people around him didn't reach Shen Yan's ears.

At this moment, his full attention was on Bi Ming, who was not far in front of him.

His main purpose for putting on this show at the bar entrance was to catch Bi Ming's attention.

As long as the other party noticed him, his scheme would be halfway successful.

While he was lost in thought, the card in his hand was snatched away by the security guard.

The security guard still didn't believe he had a million.

"I'm telling you, if this card can't be swiped for a million, you'll have to beg everyone you know to scrape together a million today, or we'll absolutely never let you leave."

Shen Yan said arrogantly:

"Don't worry, it'll definitely go through. It's just that today will likely be your last day on the job."

The security guard's expression changed, and he began to feel flustered.

If Shen Yan really could afford the invitation, then having offended a customer, he would certainly be fired by the manager.

Just as he was wondering whether he should apologize first, the manager came out.

"Who wants to buy an invitation?"

The manager was a bald, fat man with a likeable appearance.

Hearing the question, Shen Yan spoke up, "I'm the one buying it. Is there a problem?"

After hearing this, the manager immediately ran to his side with a bow and said:

"Of course there's no problem. Will you be paying via bank transfer or check?"

Shen Yan pointed at the security guard.

"Card. The card is in his hand."

Hearing this, the security guard hurriedly handed the card in his hand to the manager.

"Manager, I..."

Just as he started to speak, the manager raised a hand to interrupt him and walked to the cashier counter with a smile to swipe the card.

"Beep, beep."

The machine made a sound.

The one million in the card was successfully charged.

"Alright, the transaction was successful. May I ask your surname, sir?"

Shen Yan looked up and answered word by word:

"My. Surname. Is. Shen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the security guard's face had turned extremely pale.

His lips trembled, and with a thud, he knelt directly before Shen Yan.