I confess, I am the Mr. Richest
Chapter 363: The President of Prada is not worth his acquaintance.

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: The President of Prada is not worth his acquaintance.

At this moment, Rodrick felt incredibly conflicted. He originally just wanted to show off the Tang Palace villa he was about to acquire.

To distract from the earlier shareholders’ issues.

But unexpectedly, he dug a hole for himself, jumping from one into another.

Oh God, are you playing with me?

Rodrick complained in his heart, if he ran into this again, he might just turn to Satan.

Now, not only was he embarrassingly caught, but he also lost the Tang Palace villa?

Rodrick wanted to cry; he really shouldn’t have come here.

As for Zhao Yuanliang, after hearing Chu Chen’s words, he was equally stunned.

Three villas?!!

President Chu actually owns three villas in the Tang Palace!

Zhao Yuanliang swallowed hard; even he was deeply shocked.

In Shanghai, he was considered a top boss, owning the Qiankun Group.

He had been working hard all his life in Shanghai, accumulating quite a few connections, but even he could only manage to get one villa in the Tang Palace at most.

Known as the "Number One Mansion in Shanghai," Tang Palace was a symbol of identity and status, closely watched by numerous big figures.

Not only top figures in Shanghai, but also wealthy individuals from other places in the country paid close attention to Tang Palace.

Owning a villa of one’s own in the number one villa area in Shanghai was quite prestigious.

Now, President Chu actually owns three villas in the Tang Palace.

What a terrifying person!

At this point, Zhao Yuanliang had made up his mind; no matter what price Rodrick offered, he would only sign a contract with the Ferrari Group.

If it means adding President Chu as a connection, even if he earns less, it’s worth it.

Connections are intangible assets; building relationships is harder than building assets!

Unfortunately, Zhao Yuanliang overthought it, as even Rodrick had no desire to compete after realizing Chu Chen’s identity.

"Sorry, our McLaren Group is withdrawing from the contract."

Rodrick couldn’t sit still any longer. He stood up and politely said.

If the group’s first major shareholder or the second were here, there might still be room for competition.

But him? Just forget it.

"It was nice meeting Mr. Chu and President Zhao today."

After a polite remark, Rodrick hurriedly left; he couldn’t breathe in Zhao Yuanliang’s office.

Zhao Yuanliang worked efficiently; he directly ordered his staff to draft and print the contract.

On the same day, Zhao Yuanliang and Chu Chen signed the contract.

Chu Chen sent the contract back to Ferrari’s branch.

Afterwards, it was already late, and Chu Chen drove towards Tang Palace.

...

Inside Tang Palace, a middle-aged couple seemed to have just finished dinner and were taking a walk in Tang Palace.

After all, it’s the esteemed "Number One Mansion in Shanghai," the scenery inside Tang Palace was no less than that of some famous scenic spots.

"Huh?"

"Is there someone at Villa No. 11?"

When the couple passed by Chu Chen’s villa, the man exclaimed in surprise.

He was the owner of a neighboring villa, having lived here for several years.

He knew Villa No. 11 had been unoccupied, and didn’t expect someone there today.

"Shall we pay a visit?"

The middle-aged man discussed with his wife.

After all, they’re new neighbors; it was necessary to get acquainted.

And anyone living in Tang Palace was certainly not an ordinary person.

The middle-aged man was named Jiang Yongyan, the founder and chairman of the renowned Jiang’s Investment Group in Shanghai, a top boss in Shanghai.

Jiang’s Investment Group was known not only in Shanghai but also had quite a reputation nationwide.

In Shanghai, Jiang Yongyan’s status was no less than Du Wende from the Du Group that gifted Chu Chen the villa.

Such major players in Shanghai valued network relationships and circles more.

They wouldn’t miss any opportunity to expand their connections and make friends.

With a wide network, everything can just take a call or a greeting.

Living in Tang Palace, the owner of Villa No. 11 was worth meeting in person.

Reaching the neighboring villa, Jiang Yongyan knocked on the door.

The door to the villa opened, and Mo Yuwan, seeing Jiang Yongyan, asked in surprise.

"May I ask, who are you?"

"I am your neighbor, the owner of the adjacent villa, Jiang Yongyan."

Jiang Yongyan introduced himself.

"This is my wife."

"We came by for a visit."

"So it’s Mr. Jiang, please come in."

Since they came for a visit and were very polite, Mo Yuwan couldn’t refuse them and invited Jiang Yongyan and his wife inside.

Mo Yuwan also introduced herself.

"Oh, is Miss Mo living here alone or with your husband?"

Mrs. Jiang asked curiously.

"It’s the two of us."

Mo Yuwan chatted with the Jiang couple.

"By the way, I don’t know what Miss Mo does for a living?" Mrs. Jiang asked.

Mo Yuwan briefly explained.

"Oh, I didn’t expect Miss Mo to be the general manager of Prada."

Knowing Mo Yuwan’s identity, Mrs. Jiang was very surprised.

On the contrary, Jiang Yongyan remained very calm.

"Your husband is?" Jiang Yongyan asked.

"He is the president of Prada."

"Oh, that’s quite nice."

Jiang Yongyan politely responded, but inside was full of disdain.

He came to the wrong place.

He originally thought he could connect with some major player.

Even if their status was a bit lower, it should be nearly on par with his.

But who would have thought, it’s just the president of a mere Prada Group.

Jiang Yongyan was utterly disappointed.

For ordinary people, the president and general manager of the Prada Group would be highly esteemed positions.

But to Jiang Yongyan, Prada was just average.

After all, the Prada Group’s current market value was only a few tens of billions.

Though Prada had a significant status and influence internationally, it was just so-so domestically.

Furthermore, his company had nothing to do with Prada, couldn’t connect with it at all.

After learning Chu Chen and Mo Yuwan’s identities, Jiang Yongyan sat up straight and put on airs, not as polite anymore.

Forget it, such people weren’t worth his time nor fit to be associated with him.

"It’s getting late; we’ll be leaving now."

Jiang Yongyan impatiently said, preparing to leave.

Just then, Chu Chen drove back.

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