From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Why is Your Heart So Dirty!

The Hongqi sedan pulled over to the side of the road, and Jiangyang and the other two men rolled down their windows and began puffing away.

After a long while, Jiangyang finally spoke up. "Sicong, what do you know about that Su Chen?"

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Sicong’s heart tightened. His expression grew complicated as he looked toward the back seat at Jiangyang and... Chen Yao!

The two of them saw the look on his face and, guessing his thoughts, smiled faintly. "You don’t think we have designs on Su Chen, do you?"

"Uh... Brother Yang, you mean you’re just asking..." Sicong asked tentatively.

"Haha... Sicong, I didn’t realize you two were so close," Chen Yao chimed in, teasing him.

Sicong jolted at his words and quickly explained, "It’s not like that! I’m just worried you’ll start a conflict, and it’ll get messy for everyone!"

Jiangyang and Chen Yao, who had been perfectly calm, suddenly frowned. Listening to Sicong’s tone, if the two of them really did have improper designs on Su Chen...

’Could it actually end in mutual destruction?’

’Does that mean Su Chen’s power could rival ours? Or even our families’...’

They instantly squashed that last thought. ’That’s impossible!’

Jiangyang flicked his cigarette butt away. It hit the curb, scattering tiny sparks.

"Now I’m genuinely curious what this Su Chen is capable of. Go on, Sicong. Enlighten me!"

"Relax. We have no designs on him. Besides, Brother Cheen already gave the word: befriend him, don’t mess with him," Chen Yao added.

Sicong breathed a long sigh of relief, but a second later, he stared at Chen Yao in shock. "Brother Yao, did you just say Brother Cheen? Does Su Chen know him?"

He knew who "Brother Cheen" was—a top figure among the second-generation heirs in the Imperial Capital. He rarely showed his face, and Sicong himself had only met him once, thanks to Jiangyang and Chen Yao.

"Mhm, of course they do. We met Su Chen through Brother Cheen. By the way, that courtyard house you saw earlier? Brother Cheen sold it to him," Jiangyang said nonchalantly.

Sicong fell silent.

’So that’s why,’ he thought, recalling when he had asked Su Chen to sell him the courtyard house and what Su Chen had told him. ’It was all because of Brother Cheen. Everything he said was true.’

"Feeling better now? So, spill it. You seem to know Su Chen quite well."

With his worries dispelled, Sicong paused to gather his thoughts before speaking slowly. "Su Chen is the largest individual shareholder in the world’s three major luxury conglomerates. He holds a 10% stake in each!"

"The three major luxury conglomerates? You mean LVMH, Kering, and Richemont?" Jiangyang asked urgently.

"Yes, exactly. Those three," Sicong confirmed with a firm nod.

LVMH, Kering, and Richemont are the undisputed big three of the luxury industry. The combined market capitalization of these conglomerates was a staggering six hundred billion US dollars. If Su Chen owned 10%, didn’t that put his net worth at sixty billion US dollars?!

The moment he said it, the car fell dead silent. Even Jiangyang and Chen Yao, men who thought they’d seen everything, were now staring wide-eyed with their jaws agape, their eyes filled with utter shock.

’How many people in the entire country could possibly compare to that kind of wealth!’

’Thank God we’re friends, not enemies!’

Seeing their reaction, Sicong chuckled to himself. ’I wasn’t much better when I first found this out,’ he thought.

After a long moment, the two of them slowly came back to their senses.

Jiangyang pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Chen Yao, and lit his own...

His face was a picture of melancholy.

Chen Yao wasn’t any better. He leaned against the window, smoking in silence, his gaze lost somewhere outside.

Before the two could fully recover, Sicong continued, "And before this, I went to Xiangjiang with him. Su Chen shorted gold one day before Wall Street did. He only invested a hundred million, and in less than a month, he’d earned 1.2 billion!"

Sicong felt a pang of regret as he said this. ’Why the hell did I have to be so stubborn back then? If I’d just been a little braver and thrown some money in with him, my net worth would’ve at least shot up by half!’

This new information hardly registered with Jiangyang and Chen Yao. They had a clear sense of priorities, and an income of 1.2 billion paled in comparison to a net worth of sixty billion US dollars.

Jiangyang now felt a genuine admiration for Xiao Chen. ’He got close to Su Chen so early on,’ he thought. ’And I initially thought Su Chen was just some cash cow the Xiao family had found. How ridiculous that seems now...’

’Looks like my judgment is leagues behind Xiao Chen’s.’

"Alright, it’s getting late. We should all head home and get some rest."

Jiangyang and Chen Yao just wanted to go home and process this information; it was crucial for their future plans.

Taking the hint, Sicong opened the car door and stepped out.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yao, drive safe!"

Watching the Hongqi sedan depart, Sicong smiled to himself and hummed a tune as he walked toward his own car.

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"Did you plant a bug in my house or something? You timed your arrival perfectly for breakfast, didn’t you!"

Su Chen griped, watching Sicong across from him wolf down a bowl of Eight-Treasure Lotus Seed Soup.

"Hehe, of course not. I just casually asked Old Jiang yesterday what time you wake up. Total coincidence!" he said, grabbing a scallion pancake.

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