Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

"Liu Yifei?"

"Yes... that's her," Bai Xin said excitedly, "Uncle, in the entertainment industry, she has the worst fashion sense, but her looks cover everything up. We're really lucky to have run into her."

Unlike Yang Mi's chic appearance, this Fairy Sister's outfit was truly casual, just heading out in an old 360 sportswear set.

Back in the 2000s, Chen Pingsheng had watched her portray Auntie, Wang Yuyan, and Zhao Ling'er.

This actress had very few TV series, but each one was a classic.

In the entertainment industry, many phrases were used to describe her, but the most classic was that she remained a top-tier celebrity despite flopping in the film industry for ten years.

Chen Pingsheng really liked her and decided to ask for an autograph.

Liu Yifei didn't recognize him at all, primarily because none of her films had made any money.

The two had never worked together, and he never appeared at entertainment industry parties, so it was normal that she didn't recognize him.

"Are you the Fairy Sister, Liu Yifei?"

Liu Yifei turned around, her expression cool; it was normal for someone of her fame to be recognized.

"Do you want an autograph?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you have a pen and a notebook?"

Liu Yifei's attitude was pretty good, which wasn't without reason considering how long she had been popular.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't find a pen and notebook, but Bai Xin surely had them ready; she quickly pulled out the boss's favorite book.

How was Bai Jie Made?

Chen Pingsheng was furious; it would have been fine to check it out privately, but to bring it out for the Fairy Sister to sign, he would definitely dock her pay when they returned.

Fortunately, Liu Yifei seemed not to understand the implication of Bai, and she quickly wrote down her name.

Then she turned around and squinted her eyes to sleep, but before going to sleep, she admonished, "I'm a bit tired, could you not talk to me anymore."

"Certainly, certainly."

She was quite polite; Chen Pingsheng did not bother her anymore.

He quickly hid the book by Bai.

The airplane started to take off and then began to land.

A Mercedes V-Class van had come to pick up the Fairy Sister.

The vehicle that came to pick him up was still that Rolls-Royce Ghost.

Chen Pingsheng felt that this car did not suit his status at all. The Ghost, like the Phantom, was a top-tier four-seat business car.

Yet, the price of the Phantom was twice as high; the Ghost was obviously a few classes lower.

He still instructed Yang Qian to go book him a Rolls-Royce Phantom; any color would do.

He also decided to buy a V-Class Mercedes.

A necessary item for business travel.

The scenery in Magic City was unique; a convertible sports car was a must.

He might as well book a Phantom convertible too.

That would complete the Rolls-Royce trio.

At his level of wealth, he was finding that there weren't too many things he couldn't afford.

Anything he liked or was interested in, he could buy with just a wave of his hand without worrying much about practicality.

Even if he only drove it once a year, as long as he thought it was useful, he could just keep buying.

Such was his spending power now.

Also, this time he was not staying at a hotel.

He would stay in that three-bedroom, two-living-room suite he had bought last time on The Bund, with a usable area of 180 square meters not including the common area.

Staying there by himself was already very comfortable.

A big house with no family to fill it really lacked a sense of warmth.

There was a large balcony facing The Bund.

If it weren't for its uniquely beautiful location, it wouldn't have sold for 150,000 per square meter.

As for the cars he had ordered, it would be fine to have them delivered there.

Whenever he felt like driving any of them, he would; the main point was the freedom and whims of consumption.

Regarding the 50-million-plus yacht his family had bought here, he also planned to check it out when he had the time.

Yang Qian took note of everything, not too surprised.

Given Tengying Group's current financial power, price was no longer a consideration in their everyday expenses.

After dropping them off at the entrance of Honglan Capital, she prepared to pick out a car.

Just as she was about to leave, Chen Pingsheng gave her the Ghost as a reward for taking Bobo Milk Tea public.

She had married Chang Fu not long ago and had been running around under his direction. Now that she had achieved success, this was a well-deserved reward.

The two of them now had children, and she was just pregnant.

In a few months, Yang Qian would take a long break.

She had also bought a house in Magic City, and Chang Fu often flew in to keep her company after work.

He made time to visit her whenever he could, showing great consideration.

This time, Tong Zelan had turned down an important business gala to see him, and Chen Pingsheng did not dilly-dally.

They went straight to discussing the plans for opening a coffee shop.

He had learned his lesson from Bobo Milk Tea and by the final moments of the IPO, he needed to hold a majority of the shares.

Only then could he have the satisfaction of access to substantial funds for growth.

More importantly, he was far more advanced this year compared to the last.

He no longer needed anyone else's money to take any risks for him.

When others took on the risk, they also shared in the profits.

Even if the coffee shop eventually failed, losing a few billion wouldn't significantly hurt him.

It wouldn't be a crippling loss, merely a tiny fraction of his wealth.

So why bother with all those Series A, B, C angel investment rounds.

He managed it all by himself.

They hadn't even come up with a name for the coffee shop, nor was a business plan in place.

He briefly introduced his idea to Tong Zelan, and immediately secured five hundred million.

He invested three hundred million himself, and Tong Zelan two hundred million.

There were no contingent agreements whatsoever.

Tong Zelan trusted him completely, especially since the coffee shop idea was initially hers.

Just like with Bobo Milk Tea, she was naturally inclined to offer her full support.

Luckily, from their inception in the coffee industry, their only competitor was Starbucks.

The others were minor players.

From the initial funding, they were well ahead.

If the project succeeded, Tong Zelan would gain at least several billion.

If it failed, it would mean losing a third of what Bobo Milk Tea had earned.

In any case, it was worth the investment.

After they had left, several of Tong Zelan's co-investors curiously asked, "President Tong, there isn't even a business plan, and you're investing two hundred million just like that—don't you think it's a bit hasty?"

"Some people don't need such things."

After watching them leave, Tong Zelan also turned and went inside.

Chen Pingsheng was then driven back by her chauffeur to his 180-square-meter flat at The Bund.

The neon lights flickered, the grand lights just beginning to shine.

The wind by The Bund carried a unique charm.

Chen Pingsheng loved the large balcony here the most, upon which were two armchairs worth over 300,000 each, and a small tea table placed in the middle.

The water was steaming, with little bubbles appearing periodically in the boiling water.

His secretary brewed him a cup of Huangshan Maofeng tea, a kilo priced at a million, providing immense comforts and ease in his daily life.

In the evening,

Yang Qian delivered the three cars he had ordered to the parking space downstairs.

They were parked side by side.

When buying the flat, he had purchased five parking spaces here.

The same rule applied: no need to consider the price, convenience was what mattered.