82: Comfortable outfit

Morning, 6:55 AM, Sunny

Jiang Chuan sat up comfortably from the large bed in his home. He had been tormented these past few days; the hospital's companion bed was far too small, making it impossible to stretch his legs. Every morning he felt as if he hadn't slept at all.

He stood up to wash, exercise, and shower. Today, he didn't need to go to the hospital, nor did he plan on going to the company. He had arranged to visit Uncle Shen with the second brother to fleece some more wool from him.

After a quick tidy-up, he went to the breakfast shop downstairs. A portion of fried dough sticks and soy milk settled his breakfast. Then, he drove toward Splendid Mansion to pick up Shen Jincheng.

After teaching Little Green Tea a lesson last night, she had finally become much better behaved. However, her gaze when he left was a bit off—like a kitten in spring, eager and restless.

Jiang Chuan was no saint. Last night they were at the hospital; otherwise, Little Green Tea would have definitely added new injuries to her old ones to see if she really was an M.

After driving for over ten minutes, he saw the second brother standing at the entrance of the residential area, chatting happily with the elderly security guard.

He parked the car behind him, rolled down the passenger window, and listened for a moment before speaking up. "Is the old man introducing you to a potential girlfriend?"

Shen Jincheng didn't even need to look back to know who it was. He turned around and saw it was indeed the third brother. After saying goodbye to the old man, he pulled open the car door and sat inside.

"The old man clearly thought I was too handsome and insisted on introducing his granddaughter to me!"

"Right, right, right."

Jiang Chuan didn't puncture the other's beautiful fantasy. He focused on driving while casually humoring him with a few words.

Shen Jincheng had been looking forward to showing off in front of his old man for a long time. However, both of them were very busy, and his father had even gone on a business trip over the weekend, leaving them no time to sit down and chat.

It was nearly suffocating him. Returning home in glory without showing it off was like walking in the dark wearing fine silks. He was now the Vice General Manager of the number one live-streaming company in Falling City; not letting him brag was practically asking for his life.

Since he couldn't brag to his old man, he had to settle for a bit of posturing in front of his friends. Naturally, a second-generation rich person's circle consisted of other second-generation rich people.

In this era, it was no longer trendy for the second-generation rich to compete over watches, cars, or women. What was the point of comparing things that everyone could afford?

Instead, they compared their entrepreneurial ventures! It was unclear who had started the trend, but most of the domestic second-generation rich had been led into the field of entrepreneurship to serve as cannon fodder.

Recently, the GDP of most domestic cities had risen significantly. It was hard to say that this wasn't partly due to them. Although almost none succeeded, who could say they didn't make a contribution?

As one could imagine, Shen Jincheng's life had been very pleasant lately, almost like living in a dream.

The second-generation rich in his small circle had truly admired him at first, and some even asked to be brought along. But they didn't expect him to talk about it every single day; they were about to get sick of hearing it.

Shen Jincheng was also gradually becoming unsatisfied. What he wanted most was to see his father look at him with that kind of gaze. Just thinking about it felt incredibly satisfying.

"Third brother, do you think I count as a big shot in the live-streaming world?"

"Definitely. Even if the CEO of Deep Sea met you, he wouldn't dare be neglectful."

Jiang Chuan knew exactly what he was thinking. He had been in this state in his previous life, right when Starlight had just become successful. It was commonly known as 'floating.' The solution was very simple: a good beating would fix it.

The second brother was asking this question on the way to see his biological father; his ambitious intentions were plain as day. Jiang Chuan was happy to watch the show and spoke up to flatter him.

Hearing this, Shen Jincheng felt that since three big shots were about to meet, the scene should be solemn. He flipped down the car's vanity mirror, adjusted his hair and clothes, and stiffened his face, pretending to be a domineering CEO.

Jiang Chuan kept his eyes on the road ahead, not even daring to look toward the passenger seat with his peripheral vision for fear of not being able to stop himself from laughing out loud.

They finally reached the Zhishu Clothing company. The clothes he had bought recently were all custom-made here; free stuff was always the best.

But this was his first time coming to this company. In his previous life when he invested, Zhishu had already moved to a much higher-end office building.

Shen Jincheng was very familiar with this place. With a stiff face, he led the third brother through the automatic intelligent revolving doors. When the young lady at the front desk greeted them, he merely gave a cold, cool nod.

The two took the elevator to the seventeenth floor. Entering the company, the familiar Zhishu logo came into view. A silver circle surrounded the elegant, flowing letters 'ZS,' which was quite eye-catching.

Because they had arrived quite early, or perhaps because this floor wasn't an office area, there weren't many people. Only small groups were busy working. Seeing the crown prince, they greeted him warmly.

Like a boss on an inspection tour, Shen Jincheng walked all the way to the Chairman's office with his hands behind his back. But when he reached the door, he lost his nerve and knocked politely.

"Come in."

Hearing the familiar voice, he became even more timid. After all, he had grown up being beaten by the 'seven wolves' belt; the shadow it cast was too heavy. He stepped aside and pouted his lips, signaling for Jiang Chuan to go in first.

Jiang Chuan was speechless. Where did your courage from just now go? Was it taken back by Liang Jingru? He pushed open the door and walked straight in.

"Uncle Shen, I've come to see you. Xiao Cheng said you've been very busy lately, so I didn't dare disturb you."

Hearing this, Father Shen stood up and came over to welcome them. He put his arm around Jiang Chuan's shoulder, led him to the sofa to sit down, and began brewing tea, saying:

"A factory we collaborated with before went bankrupt, so I've been looking for a new one lately. Fortunately, it's been going quite smoothly."

He poured tea for both of them, then looked at his son, who was wearing a sour expression. After a moment's hesitation, he poured a cup for him as well.

Shen Jincheng's expression didn't change as he took the teacup, but his inner thoughts were very active. When had his old man ever poured tea for him? What he received wasn't tea, but the backbone that had once been whipped into pieces!

Jiang Chuan took a sip of tea and nodded, saying, "As long as it's smooth. Uncle Shen, I've come to hand in my exam paper. It hasn't even been a month yet; are you satisfied?"

This time, Uncle Shen's attitude change was very obvious. Last time he went to their home, even though he brought gifts, the man hadn't even stepped out of the study, only appearing to meet him at lunchtime.

This time, he brought nothing, yet the man stood up and walked to the door to greet him, even personally leading him to the sofa and brewing tea.

It wasn't that the other party was snobbish, but rather that this was reality. If you are just an ordinary college student and at most my son's friend, why should I be especially polite to you?

Now, you might not necessarily be of value to me yet, but you have demonstrated your strength. By building a good relationship now, who knows when it might be useful in the future.

Jiang Chuan didn't feel it was unfair; in fact, he was quite used to it. If he were in the other's position, he would do the same. Only when you have strength do you have the qualification to sit as an equal with me.

Hearing this, Father Shen's habitually cold face broke into a slight smile. "Satisfied, very satisfied. I said long ago that you would definitely succeed."

Seeing that both of them were ignoring him, Shen Jincheng felt a bit anxious. He still wanted to show off in front of his old man. He set his teacup down heavily and gave a couple of light coughs, saying:

"President Shen, the purpose of this visit is to promote cooperation between our two companies. I will be the one in charge of this matter on behalf of Starlight."

Hearing these words from his unfilial descendant, and seeing his sour face, Father Shen almost couldn't control the restlessness of the weapon at his waist.

But since there was an outsider present, and he had heard from his wife that Xiao Cheng had been working very hard lately, he suppressed the anger in his heart to avoid dampening his son's enthusiasm. He squeezed out a slight smile and said:

"Oh? What cooperation?"