Qi Sheng and Xu Qinghui were getting along great.
Without the system to back him up, he’d never have the confidence to chat and laugh so freely with a true multi-millionaire.
"President Qi, I’ve booked a private room at Yu Zhilan. You have to do me the honor of joining me tonight."
After they signed the contract, Xu Qinghui, keen on building a good relationship with Qi Sheng, had arranged the dinner in advance.
"Now that you’ve asked, Brother Xu, I’ll make time even if I don’t have any."
Qi Sheng smiled and nodded, accepting the invitation.
He was happy to expand his network, too. The more friends you have, the more opportunities open up.
"Haha, in that case, I’ll drop the formalities. The age gap between us isn’t that big anyway. Consider it my duty as Brother Xu to treat you, my client, right tonight!"
Xu Qinghui let out a hearty laugh. His thinking was perfectly in line with Qi Sheng’s.
From a minor designer to the multi-millionaire owner of a decoration company.
Naturally, Xu Qinghui had exceptionally shrewd judgment.
He hadn’t known Qi Sheng for long, but the young man had already left a profound impression on him.
Anyone who could quietly rent out the Guangdong Association Hall had to have a background on a level he could scarcely imagine.
As a savvy businessman, if he didn’t properly cultivate a connection like this, he might as well just give up on business entirely.
The two left the office, asking Wang Bingqin to join them.
Back in the office, Qi Sheng had been so engrossed in his conversation with Xu Qinghui that he’d forgotten to discuss the design details with Wang Bingqin.
"Younger Brother Qi, I’ll ride with you. Lawyer Qiu and Designer Peng can take my car."
Xu Qinghui pointed to the Bentley Flying Spur parked downstairs before making himself comfortable in the back seat of the BMW 7 Series.
Granted, the BMW 7 Series wasn’t as expensive as his Bentley Flying Spur.
But there was no getting around the fact that this thing was a limited edition.
He could never bring himself to buy a car with such a high dealer markup.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it; it was just his personality. He was used to being a careful spender.
Qi Sheng, on the other hand, didn’t care about the markup because all his money came from the system.
’I’m a god-tier tycoon now, why would I care about value for money?’
"Tsk, tsk. As expected of a limited-edition model. This interior is gorgeous!"
Xu Qinghui settled into the car, marveling at the Smoke White and Cigar Brown color scheme of the interior.
Even the headrests featured exclusive embroidery for the 40th anniversary of the BMW 7 Series. The more he looked, the more he liked it.
"It can’t compare to your Flying Spur, Brother. It’s just something to get around in."
It wasn’t that Qi Sheng hadn’t considered buying a Maybach.
But he only had three million yuan on hand at the moment.
At most, he could afford a mid-trim Maybach. He figured it was better to be a big fish in a small pond.
So, Qi Sheng had decisively bought this top-of-the-line 740i instead.
"Are you humblebragging to me, you punk?"
Xu Qinghui rolled his eyes at Qi Sheng and sighed emotionally.
"I’m almost thirty-five, and I only just bought my first Bentley Flying Spur."
"I refuse to believe you don’t have other luxury cars to your name."
"By the way, do you have a sports car?"
"I have a Ferrari 488," Qi Sheng said with a smiling nod.
"Damn, that’s got to be five million, right?"
Xu Qinghui was stunned. He hadn’t expected Qi Sheng to own a Ferrari 488 as well.
"Closer to 5.5 million out the door. What can I say? I liked it."


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