361: Chapter 361 Tonight's entire bill is on Young Master Wu!

Yu Xin took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Then.

She recounted everything that happened on the plane, exactly as it occurred.

"Dad, that's what happened!"

Yu Baiyun's strange voice followed: "No... Daughter, you didn't run into some swindler, did you?"

"Absolutely not!"

Yu Xin said decisively, "He mentioned all the problems I have, and he solved all of them. Isn't that real enough?"

Yu Baiyun's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone: "Really cured? Just a few needles?"

Yu Xin nodded vigorously.

"Really!"

"I touched them myself, those three lumps are really gone!"

Yu Baiyun on the other end of the phone spoke again, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Could it be... that you really met an Expert, girl?"

He paused, and his tone suddenly became a bit strange.

"Xiner, do you still remember the divination Master Jiese did for you?"

Yu Xin was startled: "That smelly monk? What did he say again?"

Yu Baiyun slowly said.

"Master Jiese once said that you would have a great fortune during this training experience."

"So..."

"Could this Ye Chen be your fortune?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xin rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"That smelly monk again? Dad, you still believe him?"

"Besides conning people for food and drink, what else can that guy do?"

"Last time he said our family would suffer a bloody disaster, and it turned out to be just the cat Mom raised falling down!"

"Is that a bloody disaster?"

Yu Baiyun's helpless voice came: "Xiner, don't be so disrespectful. Master Jiese is an Expert, what would a little girl like you know?"

Yu Xin snorted: "I'm not wrong, his mouth is even better at bluffing than a fortune teller's."

Yu Baiyun was left speechless by her retort, then sighed helplessly.

"Alright, alright, I'll look into this person for you."

"You come back first, don't stay at the airport anymore."

Yu Xin nodded: "Okay."

She hung up the phone.

Yu Xin held her phone and pulled up a text message.

It was the passenger information she had just asked someone to retrieve from the airline's internal system.

Ye Chen.

Mobile number: 132****7903.

She looked at the string of numbers, opened WeChat, entered the number, and clicked search.

A profile picture popped up.

It was very simple, just a starry sky.

The nickname was even simpler: Ye.

Yu Xin clicked "Add to Contacts" without hesitation.

But the next second.

A line of text appeared on the screen.

"The other party has rejected your add request!"

Yu Xin: "???"

She widened her eyes, staring at the phone screen in disbelief.

Rejected?

She took the initiative to add him, and he actually rejected her?

She, Yu Xin, the eldest young lady of the Yu Family in Modu, from childhood until now, she was always the one rejecting others. When had she ever been rejected?

She took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.

Then.

She clicked add again.

The result was...

A line of text popped up on the screen—

"The other party has added you to their blacklist and cannot send add requests!"

Yu Xin: "..."

The hand holding her phone trembled slightly.

Her pretty face changed from white to red, from red to green, from green to black.

"Bastard!!!"

She roared, completely exploding like a lit firecracker.

"You dare to blacklist me?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Just you wait, young lady!"

She stomped her foot fiercely, then turned and rushed out of the lounge.

Outside the lounge, several flight attendant sisters were chatting, startled by her murderous appearance.

"Xin... Xiner, what's wrong?"

Yu Xin gritted her teeth and said word by word.

"Nothing."

"It's just that some bastard provoked me."

After speaking, she strode towards the airport exit, leaving behind a group of flight attendants looking at each other.

...

Modu, Hongqiao Airport, exit.

Ye Chen put away his phone, a smile playing on his lips.

That flight attendant just now was quite interesting.

However, he didn't have time to play add-friend games with young girls right now.

He had serious business to attend to.

Stepping out of the airport, Ye Chen raised his hand to hail a taxi, opened the door, and got in.

"Driver, to Dingsheng Bar on the Bund."

The driver responded, stepped on the accelerator, and the car merged into traffic.

Ye Chen leaned back in his seat, took out his phone, and pulled up the information Jessica had sent him.

On the screen was detailed intelligence about the Wu Family.

The Wu Family, the head of the four great families in Modu.

Patriarch Wu San Gui, sixty-three years old, started from scratch, and in thirty years built the Wu Family into Modu's largest business empire.

He owned seven listed companies, with a total market value exceeding 500 billion.

But this was just the surface.

The true Wu Family was far more than this.

However, their public image was very clean, with no discernible dirt, which was the biggest obstacle.

That meant Ye Chen couldn't use violent methods.

It seemed...

To act against the Wu Family, he needed to find a reason.

Although he wasn't afraid of trouble, he was now the Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group's Hidden Dragon Pavilion, considered a semi-official personnel. He couldn't just carry a coffin to their door like he did with the Sima Family, could he?

The Sima Family had attacked him first, so he had a reason.

But the Wu Family had no conflict with him.

Therefore.

He needed a strategy.

The taxi drove through the bustling streets of Modu and finally stopped at the entrance of an alley near the Bund.

Ye Chen pushed the door open and got out, looking up.

Deep in the alley, neon lights flickered, and a huge sign hung on the wall.

Dingsheng Bar.

Deafening music poured out from inside, and even dozens of meters away, one could feel the slight tremor of the ground.

Ye Chen stepped into the bar.

In the center of the dance floor, dense crowds swayed wildly to the rhythm of the music, young men and women pressed together, shaking their heads and wiggling their hips, creating an exceptionally lively scene.

Ye Chen moved through the crowd and found a booth in the corner to sit down.

A waiter quickly came over, a professional smile on his face: "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Ye Chen casually ordered a few bottles of expensive foreign liquor from the establishment.

"Alright, sir, please wait."

The waiter soon returned with a tray, placing several bottles of wine and an ice bucket on the table.

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa, poured himself a glass, and slowly drank.

His gaze, however, intentionally or unintentionally drifted around the bar.

According to the information, Wu San Gui had a grandson named Wu Province.

This person was a notorious scion in Modu.

Idle, uneducated, spending his days bar-hopping, drag racing, and chasing women.

Wu San Gui was very troubled by this grandson but also doted on him greatly.

And this Dingsheng Bar was Wu Province's most frequent haunt.

Ye Chen came today hoping to find a breakthrough point through this grandson.

After about half an hour of waiting.

A commotion suddenly erupted at the bar entrance.

Immediately after.

A group of people, surrounding a young man in his early twenties, swaggered in.

The young man was dressed in a white casual suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

He looked very refined.

But this person was precisely Wu Province.

Behind him followed seven or eight hangers-on and a few scantily clad young women. The group was surrounded by people, making quite a spectacle.

Wu Province entered the bar and scanned the entire venue.

Then.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, flicked them, and said something to a hanger-on beside him.

The next second.

That person directly snatched a microphone nearby and shouted.

"Tonight's entire bill will be paid by Young Master Wu!"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire bar instantly erupted.

"Young Master Wu is awesome!"

"Young Master Wu is generous!"

"Young Master Wu, I love you!"

...

Cheers!

Whistles!

Screams!

They rose and fell, almost tearing the roof off.

The DJ, being astute, lowered the music and shouted into the microphone: "Let's thank Young Master Wu Sheng! Tonight's entire bill, Young Master Wu is paying!"

Another round of thunderous cheers.

Wu Province stood in the center of the dance floor, enjoying the adulation of the crowd, his face full of smugness.

He then put his arm around a curvaceous woman next to him and walked towards the VIP booth area.

Ye Chen sat in the corner, watching this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The opportunity had arrived.

He raised his hand and waved at a waiter not far away.

The waiter quickly walked over, his face beaming with a smile: "Sir, how can I help you?"

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa and pointed at the bottles of wine on the table.

"These aren't enough, bring me more."

"What kind of wine would you like, sir?" the waiter asked.

Ye Chen thought for a moment and said seriously: "Bring me ten bottles of each of the most expensive wines in your store."

The smile on the waiter's face stiffened slightly.

Ten bottles of each?

The most expensive wine in the store cost nearly 200,000 per bottle!

Ten bottles would be two million!

Ten bottles of each...

If he ordered all the expensive foreign wines in the store, wouldn't that easily exceed ten million?

The waiter swallowed, and cautiously asked: "Sir... are you sure?"

Ye Chen looked up at him.

"What? Afraid I can't pay?"

The waiter waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! You misunderstood! I'll go get them for you right away!"

He turned and quickly left, but he was muttering to himself.

This guest probably heard that Young Master Wu was paying and plans to fleece him like a pig, right?

But the problem is, Young Master Wu has another unwritten rule...

Whoever orders and doesn't finish it has to pay for it themselves.

That guy is probably going to dig his own grave!

Of course.

He was just an employee, and he wouldn't remind him.

Soon, several waiters came with small carts, placing bottles of expensive foreign liquor on Ye Chen's table.

Louis XIII, Hennessy Richard, Macallan 1926...

Bottles of valuable foreign liquor were neatly arranged, filling the table.