I confess, I am the Mr. Richest
Chapter 318: Just Write These Identities, Better Keep It Low-Key

Chapter 318: Chapter 318: Just Write These Identities, Better Keep It Low-Key

"Hang City’s," Chu Chen answered.

Hearing this, the business card designer finally let out a slight sigh of relief.

Hang City was okay; although it was also quite developed, Hang City only had one International Financial Center.

Thinking this, the designer picked up the cup of water beside him, intending to take a sip to calm down.

"Oh right, I almost forgot, I just bought the International Financial Center in Shanghai too."

The next second, Chu Chen added.

"Ah cough, cough..."

The designer, who had just taken a sip of water and hadn’t swallowed it yet, nearly choked to death.

Not only Hang City’s but even Shanghai’s International Financial Center was his?!

The designer was stunned.

"Okay, anything else?"

The designer, who had been indifferent, suddenly changed his attitude and smiled at Chu Chen.

"Owner of Yangyun Aman."

Chu Chen continued.

"Owner of Yangyun Aman, you’re the owner of Yangyun Aman?"

The designer was dumbfounded.

As a person from Shanghai, and especially as a designer, he had naturally heard of the renowned Yangyun Aman.

Moreover, there was no second Yangyun Aman in the country.

Its construction had gathered numerous international design masters and had caused a sensation in the entire design industry.

Upon completion, Yangyun Aman had immediately become the most luxurious hotel in Shanghai, with terrifying prices.

The mysterious owner of Yangyun Aman was extremely secretive, and very few people knew them.

Unexpectedly, he had the fortune to meet him.

"Please continue."

The designer’s attitude became more respectful, encouraging Chu Chen to go on.

"President and primary shareholder of Prada."

However, what Chu Chen said next made the designer even more restless.

President and primary shareholder of Prada?

You must be joking!

My God!

He was actually the primary shareholder of the world-class luxury brand, Prada?

No adjective could describe the shock in the designer’s heart; this gentleman was simply too amazing!

If they had to pick a word, it would only be "damn!"

"Second largest shareholder of Ferrari Group."

Chu Chen continued to add.

Upon hearing this, the designer no longer knew how to express his feelings.

All they could say was "amazing!"

"Let’s not mention the other identities."

"Just write these, it’s better to keep a low profile."

Chu Chen spoke.

Were these identities low-key?

The designer muttered internally.

Each of these identities was scarier than the next, especially the last two, which were explosively terrifying.

Casually tossing out one of these business cards would make all the big shots in Shanghai grovel before this young man.

The designer was about to inquire about the details of the business card.

Suddenly, the door of the studio opened.

A domineering man with a superior aura walked in.

"Are you Designer Lee?"

The man inquired as soon as he arrived.

"I am, may I ask who you are?"

The designer, seeing the superior air of the man, asked nervously.

"I am here to ask you to design a business card."

The man replied.

With that, he swaggered over.

"I’m in a rush, so hurry up."

"Uh, sorry, this gentleman hasn’t finished yet, please wait a moment."

The designer replied.

"Oh?"

The man became a bit impatient.

Coming over to Chu Chen, the man patted Chu Chen on the shoulder and boasted.

"Hey, buddy, I’m Lu Zhize, Chairman of Haiguang Media Group in Shanghai."

"How about cutting in line?"

"Haiguang Media Group?"

Chu Chen shook his head.

"Never heard of it?"

Hearing this, Lu Zhize’s face turned pale.

Haiguang Media Group was a renowned media company in Shanghai; even if it wasn’t the top, it would definitely rank among the top three.

And you claim to have never heard of it?

Lu Zhize was about to continue bragging, wanting Chu Chen to give up his spot.

At this point, the designer spoke up, not saying much, but just laying down the paper with Chu Chen’s identities recorded on it in front of Lu Zhize.

"These are the recorded identities of this gentleman."

"Are you sure you still want to cut in line?"

The designer asked.

"Identities, what identities?"

Lu Zhize was full of disdain; a young man in his twenties, could he have any impressive identities?!

Could he be more formidable than my status, is this a joke?

But in the next moment, looking at what the designer recorded, Lu Zhize was completely stupefied, mouth agape and with a look of shock.

Owner of the International Financial Center?!

Owner of Yangyun Aman?!

President and primary shareholder of Prada?!

Second largest shareholder of Ferrari?!

Oh my God!

Forget about all these terrifying identities; even if it were just any one of them, he couldn’t afford to mess with it.

This young man was too extraordinary.

"Mr. Chu, I’m sorry, please continue."

Instantly, this arrogant media mogul was cowed, repeatedly apologizing to Chu Chen.

He automatically retreated to a distance, waiting for Chu Chen to finish first.

Chu Chen continued talking with the designer.

"Tomorrow, I’ll have someone deliver your business card to your home."

The designer said.

For anyone else wanting a business card design, even a top figure in Shanghai would have to wait over five days.

But to curry favor with Chu Chen, the designer was planning to work overtime, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Chu Chen replied before leaving.

"Whew."

"That was terrifying."

Only after respectfully watching Chu Chen leave did Lu Zhize let out a long exhale.

...

Leaving the designer’s studio, Chu Chen returned to his Ferrari, ready to head back.

"Huh?"

"It’s really close to the Shengtang Auction House."

Navigating, Chu Chen unexpectedly discovered that this place was very close to his Shengtang Auction House branch in Shanghai.

As the owner of Shengtang Auction House, holding 100% ownership, he figured he should inspect the operations.

With that thought, Chu Chen made a turn towards the Shengtang Auction House branch.

In less than ten minutes, Chu Chen arrived.

He didn’t reveal his identity, merely stating that he was a customer wishing to sell something.

So, under the guidance of the staff, Chu Chen was led to an expert’s office.

At this moment, inside the office, the appraisal expert was conversing with an elderly man.

"No, this item of yours is fake. Our auction house cannot auction it for you."

The expert told the elderly man.

Hearing this, the elderly man was quite disappointed and got up to leave.

"Wait, if you urgently need money, I can personally buy it from you."

Suddenly, the appraisal expert changed his tone.