Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 51 - 7: Wealth

"Young Master Zheng is here!"

"Welcome, welcome!"

"..."

"Please, everyone come inside. The No. 1 private booth is reserved just for you. I’ll call the ladies over and bring some fruit first."

"Haha..." Being surrounded by everyone, Zheng Kuo waved his hand with a smile:

"Bring a Divine Dragon first!"

"Young Master Zheng is so generous!"

"Alright!"

Everyone clapped in unison. It was clear that this person was a regular at Celestial Dance, as a beautifully dressed woman immediately approached him as soon as he entered.

The Divine Dragon further ignited their enthusiasm.

The DJ’s voice was quite familiar:

"Young Master Zheng starts with a Divine Dragon set as soon as he arrives. Truly magnificent. Let’s wish Young Master Zheng to be a groom every day and enjoy blissful nights!"

A group of handsome men and beautiful women gathered around the No. 1 booth, shouting loudly:

"Wishing Young Master Zheng to be a groom every day and enjoy blissful nights!"

......

"Who is it?"

Chen Jian looked over with interest:

"Such a grand spectacle, I’d like the chance to get acquainted."

Every place has young people and second-generation rich who love grand displays. He was one of those people and was willing to befriend such crowd.

Getting to know people is not the goal; the network behind them is more important.

With connections,

doing business naturally becomes easier.

"Young Master Zheng is the young master of Fuhong Steel Factory." Huanhuan, leaning next to Chen Jian, introduced:

"He’s a regular at Celestial Dance and almost every time he comes, he buys the Divine Dragon set. Whenever he arrives, the No. 1 private booth is reserved for him."

"I heard..."

"His family assets are worth several billion!"

Fuhong Steel Factory?

Fang Zheng looked up, a puzzled expression in his eyes.

He knew this place; many relocated neighbors were workers there, but it was not a private factory, but a city-owned industry.

No matter how much money the factory has, how much can the factory director pocket?

Especially in recent years, Fuhong Steel Factory’s performance was poor, with rumors of an impending sale. Many workers were already without salaries, relying entirely on government grants for relief.

The livelihood of tens of thousands of workers’ families affected several tens of thousands of people. How to arrange for them was an ongoing issue in Qu City.

The factory’s split seemed inevitable, yet Young Master Zheng seemed as if he was celebrating something good.

"Wow..."

Noise erupted.

"So bold!"

"Miao Miao’s shopping cart must be worth tens of thousands, right?"

"Lost out, lost out. If I’d known, I would’ve put some gold and silver jewelry in there. Now it’s just a few sets of cosmetics worth only a couple of thousand."

"..."

"What’s going on?" Chen Jian turned back:

"So lively."

"Looks like someone cleared a shopping cart." Taotao couldn’t sit still, rubbing her legs, explained:

"This is Young Master Zheng’s unique show, happening only for major joyous occasions, selecting a few girls and clearing their shopping carts on their phones."

"Anything under one hundred thousand is fine!"

Taotao and Huanhuan looked anxious. With their looks, they would’ve certainly been chosen if they were present, but now they had to keep the guests company.

The key guests just talked business without spending money.

"Heh..." Chen Jian shook his head:

"Quite a play, this Brother Zheng is quite interesting."

At this moment, Wang Tongxiu came over to propose a toast.

"President Wang."

Taotao’s beautiful eyes flickered, and she asked softly:

"Boss Fang doesn’t need anyone to accompany while talking business, can I go sit over there?"

As she spoke, she lightly pointed to the No. 1 private booth.

"Hmm?"

Wang Tongxiu’s face darkened and he immediately slapped her hard.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap sounded.

"Boss Fang is a valued guest at Celestial Dance, is this how you entertain guests?"

Wang Tongxiu, dressed in a full suit and wearing glasses, looked refined but showed no mercy when hitting a woman.

One slap turned Taotao’s cheek red, and his expression became extremely sinister.

This was a ruthless person.

"Ooh..."

Taotao clutched her face with both hands, her body trembling, tears streaming, yet she didn’t dare make a sound, only bowing her head and sobbing.

"Forget it."

Fang Zheng frowned:

"I don’t necessarily need anyone here, having outsiders would be inconvenient."

"Let them go!"

"This..." Wang Tongxiu changed expressions like turning a face, immediately turning with a fawning expression, rubbing his hands apologetically:

"Isn’t it not proper?"

Seeing Fang Zheng with a displeased expression, he continued:

"Yes, yes, Boss Fang has business to discuss, you two shouldn’t just sit here idly. Go wherever you wish."

"Hurry up and get out!"

The two women stood up with a grievance, bowed slightly, and walked away slowly.

Wang Tongxiu politely exchanged a few more words before bowing and retreating.

"Mr. Chen."

With no interruptions, Fang Zheng could finally focus, saying:

"I plan to cooperate long-term with the Chen Family. I will purchase a batch of raw stones every month and if any jade artifacts are discovered, I will prioritize considering the Chen Family."

"Regarding prices..."

"It’s negotiable!" Chen Jian is not a spendthrift, straightens his back and takes out a document:

"The prices for raw stones are listed, but Boss Fang should know that trading raw stones involves gambling, so it’s closely watched. You better be cautious."

"Good-quality and poor-quality stones have different prices too."

"No worries." Fang Zheng looked confident, flipping through the document, he said:

"I conduct proper business. How about trying three million worth of poor-quality stones first, but let’s have the price discounted to seventy percent as listed?"

Poor-quality stones?

Chen Jian raised his eyebrows.

The chances of poor-quality stones yielding good jade are extremely low; they’re only slightly more expensive than regular rocks, mostly sold as extras to other jade traders, rarely bought deliberately.

Unless...

Someone’s confident about extracting good jade, but that’s basically impossible.

"Only poor-quality stones?"

"Correct!"

"Then there’s no problem, seventy percent it is!"

"Great!"

After reaching a verbal agreement, the woman Chen Jian brought skillfully filled the glasses, allowing the two to toast in celebration.

"Was it you who bullied Taotao just now?"

Even while the two were enjoying their discussion, a group surrounded the booth, one among them had a head full of green hair, a cocky look, pointed at Taotao behind him.

"You are people of status, why trouble a woman?"

The green-haired man picked up a glass on the table, and without waiting for the two to speak, poured a drink himself, pushing it towards them:

"Just so friends know, Taotao belongs to Young Master Zheng. Bullying her means disrespecting Young Master Zheng, but he’s magnanimous."

"Drink this glass of wine, and from now on, we’ll be friends."

"Ha..." Chen Jian chuckled slightly, looking at Fang Zheng:

"Boss Fang?"

He was indeed curious about how Fang Zheng would handle this. Drinking a glass of wine is not difficult, but being forced to drink inevitably feels uncomfortable.

However, making friends with someone as lavish as Young Master Zheng should be desirable for many.

It’s uncertain whether his new business partner would choose to be flexible or find another way to diffuse the situation?

"Sorry." Fang Zheng said:

"In a small place, there are always some oblivious people. Rest assured, Mr. Chen, it won’t affect our business."

"Oh!"

Chen Jian’s expression showed interest, just about to speak, when he saw Fang Zheng pick up a bottle on the table and smash it toward green hair, the bottle shattered violently.

Blood surged from green hair’s scalp, his eyes went blank, and his body wobbled, falling to the ground.

Fang Zheng didn’t stop there, he reached out, grabbed a person behind green hair, and pulled them sharply towards the table.

"Bang!"

A head collided with the glass tabletop, blood mixed with glass shards flew around, highlighting the terrified expressions of the surrounding individuals.

Fang Zheng, expressionless, stepped forward, pressed down on the other two people, and with a burst of giant power, they flew out like cannonballs.

The last person screamed loudly, the scream hadn’t even left his throat before Fang Zheng kicked him directly in the chest, sending him sliding ten meters across the ground, passing out instantly.

Tables and chairs clattered noisily as they scattered.

The room fell silent.

Five people collapsed one after another, seemingly slowly, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye, leaving the others still stunned.

As for Fang Zheng.

He didn’t even ask who was Zheng Kuo, acting abruptly without a word, not holding back whether it was smashing heads or kicking away, leaving five people’s lives uncertain, his methods downright brutal.

"No... not necessary..."

Chen Jian’s face turned pale, stammering:

"Boss Fang was too impulsive."

"It’s okay." Fang Zheng dusted off his hands:

"It’s too chaotic here, we better find another place to talk."

"Yes, yes." Chen Jian snapped out of it and nodded repeatedly:

"Let’s go quickly."

Only after the two left, did Wang Tongxiu upstairs hear the news and rush over, scanning the room, finally resting his gaze on the panic-stricken Taotao, biting his lip furiously.

Damn woman!

I left for just a moment, and this happened.

Some women simply don’t use their brains, thinking they can do whatever they want by cozying up to someone influential?

"Call the police!"

Zheng Kuo yelled hoarsely from the floor:

"Quick, call the police, inform the Public Security Bureau, arrest him! Arrest him!"

"Young Master Zheng." Wang Tongxiu stepped forward, speaking quietly:

"You should ask President Zheng first."

"Hmm?"

Zheng Kuo turned around furiously, glared at Wang Tongxiu.