From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Chapter 152: The Handsomest Lad in 10 Li and 8 Townships (2)

He watched as Su Chen, guided by the airport staff, took a shuttle straight toward the private jet.

Watching Su Chen board the plane and the cabin door swing shut, Su Zhuyun muttered to himself, "My son’s really becoming a big shot. I don’t even dare to speak loudly to him anymore."

"Sigh... I’m such a failure as a dad. Other fathers help their sons, but in my case, my son is helping his old man."

He let out a long sigh, shook his head, and started walking out of the airport. However, judging by his brisk pace and the Mercedes-Benz key spinning in his hand, he didn’t seem upset in the slightest.

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"I’m surprised you made it on time. How was your New Year?"

Su Chen asked, leaning back into the sofa with his right leg crossed over his left. He swirled a glass of white wine as he looked at Chen Fei, who was sitting across from him.

The mention of the New Year seemed to strike a chord with Chen Fei, and he became incredibly animated.

"Heh heh, this was the best Spring Festival I’ve ever had."

Now that he had money, Chen Fei had originally planned to buy a house in the city and move his whole family there, but they had all refused.

After all, they had lived on that land their entire lives; how could they just leave? So, he decided to build a new house in their hometown instead. The construction would have to wait until after the holiday, of course, but Chen Fei had still bought his family plenty of nice things.

Most notably, Chen Fei had bought the family a Volkswagen Teramont. He’d mainly considered the terrain of the northwest—an SUV would be more convenient—and the quality of German cars was still trustworthy.

During the holiday, his family became the center of attention among all their relatives. Seeing someone who used to ride in an ox-cart now driving a car—that stark contrast really got to a lot of people.

For a while, Chen Fei was the most eligible bachelor in the entire area. Over the holiday, so many matchmakers came to his door they nearly wore out the threshold.

At his family’s urging, Chen Fei went on no fewer than twenty blind dates. The women were all real characters; they’d either demand a bride price of 300,000 or insist he buy a house in the city. In any case, there were plenty of demands.

If Su Chen hadn’t called him, he’d probably still be on the blind date circuit.

Hearing this, Su Chen got the gist of it. It was similar to his own family’s situation, only far more intense in Chen Fei’s case.

"Tsk, tsk. So not a single one caught your eye, huh?" Su Chen teased.

A bitter smile crossed Chen Fei’s face. "You have no idea, Sir. Some of those women were genuinely gorgeous—curvy, great figures, the whole package. And they asked for a small bride price, some even said they didn’t need one at all."

"But when I asked them what they did for a living, their answers were all suspiciously similar... Do you know what they all said?"

"What’d they say?" From his tone, Su Chen could already tell a punchline was coming.

Chen Fei said with a long-suffering look, "They all said they ’sell clothes’ in the coastal cities."

"PFFT—" Su Chen sprayed the mouthful of wine he’d just sipped all over the place.

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