163: Chapter 163 The Big Boss Taking a Taxi

The World Trade Center in the provincial capital.

It was the tallest building in the provincial capital, with a height of nearly three hundred meters and a total construction area of 150,000 square meters.

It was said that the initial investment was 14 billion!

Furthermore, its location was extremely prime, belonging to the central district.

Even in the capital, such a building would be considered notable; after all, it was a landmark of the provincial capital.

At this moment, at the entrance of the World Trade Center.

A group of people stood there respectfully. Standing at the very front was the building's general manager, Manager Xu Kewei, and behind him stood over a hundred World Trade Center employees. They were wearing uniform attire, and each of them looked ahead with nervous expressions.

It seemed they were waiting for someone.

"What's going on?"

"Could some big shot be coming, to the point that even Manager Xu Kewei came down in person to welcome them?"

"Exactly. I heard that the World Trade Center has changed to a new owner, and they are coming to inspect the place today!"

"No wonder. The World Trade Center has a market value of at least over ten billion. The only people capable of buying this building are probably those wealthy tycoons in the provincial capital. But I haven't heard of any tycoon buying the World Trade Center recently?!"

"We'll know in a moment. Anyone who can make Manager Xu Kewei welcome them personally must be a big shot. Plus, this building had an investment of 14 billion back then, and its current value must be at least 17 billion. Just think about it—there aren't more than five people in the entire provincial capital who can shell out 17 billion in one go!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Some bosses and employees of companies within the World Trade Center focused their attention on the main entrance; after all, the person arriving was the owner of this building. They would have to deal with him in the future.

At this moment, a Ferrari drove over from the side.

Everyone's eyes lit up suddenly.

"They're here!"

Manager Xu Kewei was instantly excited, rubbing his hands together in preparation to walk up and welcome them.

"Wait, that's not right. Why isn't this car coming from the main entrance? And I seem to recognize the license plate; it frequently enters and exits our building. It's definitely not the new owner!"

"Now that you mention it, I remember too. It seems to be the boss of that talent agency!"

"Yes, yes, yes. That's CEO Fan Buxian's car. His company is on the eighteenth floor. It's said that he's doing quite well and has produced several second-tier stars under his management!"

"So it's him. I thought it was the new owner."

Everyone instantly lost interest.

Fan Buxian, who had just stepped out of the car, was also startled by the scene at the entrance.

Previously at the airport, he had changed his flight ticket to be able to return to the provincial capital now. Otherwise, he would have been delayed by another hour.

Seeing Manager Xu Kewei walking towards him, Fan Buxian felt flattered. He quickly smiled and said, "Manager Xu Kewei, why did you come down to welcome me personally? You are too kind!"

Manager Xu Kewei frowned. He looked around but did not see Chen Feng's figure. Only then did he turn his gaze toward Fan Buxian and said indifferently, "CEO Fan, you've misunderstood. I am here to welcome the new owner of the World Trade Center!"

"The new owner?" Fan Buxian was shocked inside. When did the World Trade Center change owners? Damn! That's over ten billion in assets!

The other party must definitely be a tycoon. Fan Buxian thought to himself that he must find an opportunity later to get to know the new owner.

Although he owned a talent agency, and had several outstanding artists under his management, such as Chen Xiaoxiao and Xu Qingcheng, they were basically all second-tier stars.

However, Fan Buxian knew very well in his heart that while second-tier stars like Chen Xiaoxiao earned quite a good living, their expenses were also high. Many resources were bought with money. Sometimes, he even needed to arrange for them to accompany directors late at night to discuss scripts, or even host big parties to study new skills like Russian Roulette.

After deducting all the expenses like this, he only earned about one hundred million a year!

Originally, Xu Qingcheng could have helped him earn a portion of money, but that woman was ungrateful. She wasn't willing to participate in these activities. She even tore off her mask with him, and in the end, he had no choice but to blacklist Xu Qingcheng, cutting off all her resources!

Fan Buxian cast aside these thoughts. After finding a parking space and parking his car, he also joined the crowd to wait for the arrival of the new owner.

Five minutes. Ten minutes... Finally, after waiting for twenty minutes, a taxi slowly drove over in this direction.

At this moment, everyone around was dumbfounded. A taxi? What's going on? It couldn't be the new owner, could it? The expressions of the crowd suddenly turned strange.

"What kind of joke is this? It must be some employee coming to work. How could the owner of the World Trade Center come by taxi? I think you all are overthinking it."

"Right, right. Don't even think about it—the person spent over ten billion to buy this building; can't they afford a car?!"

"I guess that boss's car is at least worth ten million to start with. Only something like a pagani or Lamborghini would be worthy of his status."

"True, such a tycoon could even afford a private jet!"

"Don't say that—today at the provincial capital's airport, a private jet actually appeared!"

"Really?"

"Isn't it? Someone saw it with their own eyes. There were five or six flight attendants on that private jet. Every one of them was a beauty, wearing black silk stockings and flight attendant uniforms. It made people green with envy!"

The crowd started chatting idly. They didn't take that taxi seriously at all.

But just at this moment, the taxi door opened, and a man walked out from inside. A smile instantly flashed across Manager Xu Kewei's face. He ran over excitedly.

"Boss, you've finally arrived!"

Boss? Everyone's eyes widened! They stared blankly at Chen Feng, who had just stepped out of the taxi. This was the new owner of the World Trade Center? So young? Such a unique way of making an entrance? And taking a taxi? Damn!

What surprised them even more was that at this moment, Chen Feng looked at Manager Xu Kewei with an awkward expression, "Did you bring any cash? Lend me twenty yuan."

"What?" Manager Xu Kewei was instantly dumbfounded. What's going on? The dignified owner of the World Trade Center was actually borrowing money from him. And it was twenty yuan?!

"Holy crap, is this fake?"

"Could Manager Xu Kewei have recognized the wrong person? Since when does a big boss lack money? Even if they were borrowing money, it should be a hundred thousand or a million, right? What's the meaning of borrowing twenty yuan?"

The employees and executives standing behind Manager Xu Kewei were equally dumbfounded. One executive even secretly tugged on Manager Xu Kewei's clothes and whispered, "Manager Xu Kewei, are you sure this is the boss? It wouldn't be your nephew, would it?"

"Bullshit!" Manager Xu Kewei glared at him fiercely. The boss had sent him a photo earlier; how could he possibly recognize the wrong person!

At this moment, there was no time to think too much. He hurriedly searched his person for cash. People nowadays generally use mobile payments, so he didn't carry much cash. With great difficulty, he found a hundred-yuan bill and handed it over, "Boss, will one hundred yuan do?"

"That works." Chen Feng nodded. He gave the hundred-yuan bill to the taxi driver, "Driver, here is your fare. No need to give me change. Remember to get a QR code next time. No one carries cash these days."

"Hehe, thank you, young man." The driver smiled awkwardly. He was older and didn't know how to use WeChat or Alipay. Usually, when picking up passengers, payments were made in cash. It seemed he would have to learn how to do it in the future.