I am not just a tycoon

"I'll help you open a store."

Shen Yuan had been thinking about finding something for Fang Minhui to do, otherwise, during the summer break with no classes, she could stick around him every day.

He had won a shop front in Yunqi Yayuan through a lottery before, which was still in the idle stage, and it could serve as a place for the class belle to be a shop owner.

Opening a flower shop or a coffee shop, something like that. He wasn't aiming to make money, just to give her something to pass the time.

Shen Yuan, with Fang Minhui clinging to him, sat down on the sofa. "Think it over these next few days, what kind of store you want to open. Let me know when you've decided."

"Okay."

Fang Minhui nodded like a pecking chicken, then leaned in and pecked him with a kiss. "Thank you, Yuan Babe."

Smelling the unique fragrance of the class belle and feeling the softness of her behind in his hands, Shen Yuan couldn't help but have his mind wander.

"What about Chen Ling?"

Shen Yuan suddenly remembered that Chen Ling had been staying with the class belle in the hotel suite these past few days.

"She went home this morning."

Fang Minhui pursed her tender lips. "She knew you were coming over today, so she went back in the morning. You're asking about her because you're thinking of doing something naughty again, aren't you?"

"Not at all, I have absolutely no such thoughts."

Shen Yuan said contrary to his true feelings when suddenly his phone rang. It was Jin Kangwen calling.

Shen Yuan picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. "Hello?"

Jin Kangwen chuckled on the other end. "Hello, Shen Yuan, Fei Bing has backed down and wants to invite you for a meal."

"A meal?"

Shen Yuan found it somewhat amusing. Just an hour ago, Fei Bing said he wanted to dig up dirt on him, and now he's chickened out so quickly?

However, Shen Yuan was still planning to toughen up Fei Bing's character on behalf of his father, so he said, "Tell him I'm not available for a meal today."

"Don't want to have a talk with him?" Jin Kangwen asked.

"I don't chat with idiots like that."

Shen Yuan swore, but he didn't want to make things difficult for the middleman, so he said, "Just say I'm not available. If he makes a second call, I'll let one of my employees chat with him. If he doesn't call again, then just leave it."

Hearing Shen Yuan say this, Jin Kangwen immediately understood. "Alright, I'll tell him."

After hanging up, Fang Minhui curiously asked, "Who has upset my Yuan Babe?"

"A blockhead."

Shen Yuan put down his phone and started teasing Xuezi through the knitted sweater.

In fact, the class belle's chest shape was quite similar to Teacher Lih's, belonging to the half-sphere type.

It's the best kind of breast shape, with a moderate upper and lower ratio, full and round, which can well support clothing and gives a visually full impression.

Of course, it's also very friendly to Shen Yuan.

Fang Minhui clenched her fists and twisted her body.

She was a bit sensitive, maybe because it had been too long since she'd seen Shen Yuan.

Even though they were separated by clothing, she was already blushing and her eyes were full of spring desire due to his teasing.

Fang Minhui gripped Shen Yuan's shoulder tightly, with a pitiful voice, "Yuan Babe, don't just touch one, do both at the same time."

Shen Yuan: "?"

Fang Minhui shyly explained, "If you only play with this one, I'm afraid it'll be the only one that grows, and then they'll look uneven."

Shen Yuan chuckled knowingly and extended his other hand as well. "Alright, then let's let the two kids grow together."

Fang Minhui let out a long "Mmm," gripping Shen Yuan's shoulders even harder, and murmured, "Who was it that just said they had no ideas."

Shen Yuan, unable to let go. "Don't talk."

...

At 8 p.m., Nanjing Restaurant.

Fei Bing was anxiously waiting in a private dining room, occasionally glancing at the Daytona Platinum on his wrist: "It's already 8 o'clock, why hasn't he arrived?"

Accompanying him were Jin Zhifa and Jin Kangwen. Jin Kangwen knew Shen Yuan's plan, but Jin Zhifa was unaware. He chuckled and tried to smooth things over, "Maybe there's traffic."

"Traffic my ass."

Fei Bing grumbled impatiently, "Even if it's congested, it couldn't possibly be for more than half an hour."

Jin Zhifa still had a smile on his face but felt somewhat displeased, thinking to himself that if it wasn't for family business, he wouldn't bother playing peacemaker for Fei Bing.

Now he was at Shen Yuan's mercy, yet still acting high and mighty like a damned king!

Jin Kangwen just smirked and said nothing, thinking that Fei Bing really was an embarrassment to their second-generation circle.

No wonder he was so plainly outmaneuvered by Shen Yuan; they really weren't in the same league.

At 8:10 p.m., the door to the private dining room was finally pushed open. When Fei Bing saw who it was, his expression stiffened.

Instead of Shen Yuan, it was Yu Jifeng who walked in.

"Why is it you?"

Fei Bing frowned and asked.

Last time he had a fling with Yu Jifeng's wife, and Yu Jifeng had beaten him up for it, which resulted in Yu Jifeng leaving Leji for Jingfu Health Management.

So seeing Yu Jifeng again, there was none of the warmth of an old subordinate reuniting after a long time; all Fei Bing felt was disgust for what he considered an enemy.

Shen Yuan not showing up himself and sending this guy over, wasn't that just plain provocation?

Since Yu Jifeng had dared to act against Fei Bing, he presumably had a streak of rebelliousness in him. He quirked an eyebrow and said, "Mr. Fei doesn't welcome me? Should I leave, then?"

"Big bro, no offense was meant, please come and sit down,"

Jin Zhifa stood up with a smile, trying to defuse the tension and pulled out a chair, "Sit here."

Yu Jifeng sat down only after hearing this, while Fei Bing kept silent.

Noticing that Yu Jifeng had brought a file bag, Jin Zhifa asked with a smile, "Just got off work?"

Yu Jifeng knew that the guy beside him was just trying to keep the peace, so he was polite in return, "Something like that."

"Yu Jifeng."

Fei Bing couldn't help but speak out, "What exactly is going on between you and Shen Yuan? Are you the one who filmed that video? And it was you who released those chat logs, wasn't it?"

"What video, what chat logs?"

Yu Jifeng feigned ignorance.

He had long wanted to teach Fei Bing a lesson, feeling that the last beating hadn't been satisfying enough, and thankfully Mr. Shen had left this opportunity to him this time.

Fei Bing's eyebrows shot up immediately, "Are you f***ing playing dumb with me?"

Yu Jifeng smiled calmly, "Please watch your language, and don't refer to me in such casual terms. Otherwise, some mosaic might be forgotten, or some videos might end up being released, and that would be troublesome."

Fei Bing's eyes were filled with a hostile glare as he stared at him, "Still saying it wasn't you guys..."

"Bro, since we're all here, let's have a good chat."

Jin Zhifa said with a chuckle.

"Fine, then let's cut to the chase."

Yu Jifeng spoke, "Leji is planning to buy the Luo family's four yoga studios, right? By 12 o'clock, Leji completes the acquisition, then transfers them to Jingfu at no cost, and we'll pretend this never happened. If it's past 12 o'clock, some things will be out of my control."

"Transferred for free?" Fei Bing's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I won't repeat myself."

Yu Jifeng stood up, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. If you decide on the transfer, give me a call beforehand; the transfer agreement is in my document bag."

After speaking, Yu Jifeng gave Fei Bing a dismissive glance and then left the private dining room. Eating at the same table with such a person was so distasteful he couldn't stomach his food.

Jin Zhifa and his cousin exchanged glances—Shen Yuan's appetite wasn't small. Even a small yoga studio was worth at least a million, right?

These four would amount to at least four million. Just because of that video and the chat logs, Fei Bing would have to carve out a huge piece of flesh?

Jin Zhifa couldn't help but look at Fei Bing, thinking that the terms were laid out. Now it was up to him to choose whether he wanted his reputation or his money.

Fei Bing's face twisted gradually, originally thinking that a few hundred thousand would have been enough to resolve the matter; he didn't expect Shen Yuan to be so greedy.

The Luo family's four yoga rooms had been offered a package price by Bingying's mother—4.66 million.

To acquire them at this price meant a direct loss of 4.66 million.

And if he didn't acquire them?

If Shen Yuan released the video and the chat logs and then had his internet army set the narrative, then the family business...

A shiver ran down Fei Bing's spine as he thought about it. Now wanting to hear others' opinions, he turned to Jin Zhifa.

Jin Zhifa suddenly felt like laughing; now you remember to ask me for advice?

He pretended to be composed and after pondering for a while, he said, "Bing, I suggest you just let it go. If this gets bigger, it won't just be a matter of four million to settle."

Jin Kangwen stayed silent, quietly observing the changes in Fei Bing's expression, thinking Shen Yuan was ruthless, directly extorting over four million.

And the key thing was, he still hadn't admitted to anything. Even if there were recordings, it wouldn't be possible to do anything to him.

Of course, having recordings wouldn't change the outcome either, since these weren't made-up incidents but things that had actually happened.

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Not only would Fei Bing be ruined, but the reputation his family had built up over many years would collapse utterly.

After listening to Jin Zhifa, Fei Bing's lips twitched, as though he had tasted the bitterness of coptis.

After a long silence, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. Once connected, he spoke in a disheartened tone, "Aunt Zhong, I've decided to buy those four yoga studios. We'll sign the contract today; I'm currently at Nanjing Restaurant..."

...

St. Regis Hotel.

When Shen Yuan received the message from Yu Jifeng, he was enjoying the service of the woman knight. Seeing the transfer agreement and contract sent to him, he couldn't help revealing a satisfied smile.

"Shen Yuan, you... you... what are you smiling at?"

Fang Minhui was drenched in sweat, her skin flushed as if she'd overexerted herself, looking every inch the exhausted bodhisattva.

"It's nothing; carry on."

Shen Yuan caressed Fang Minhui's snow-white skin, encouraging her, "You can go a bit faster."

"Mm..."

Fang Minhui let out an embarrassed murmur and then quickened her tempo.

...

Hexi, in a simply decorated apartment, Luo Bingying was sitting at a table memorizing legal provisions.

She was a law major preparing for exams, which meant she needed to memorize statutes, study cases, and practice mock tests.

Just then, the door to the apartment opened, and a middle-aged woman with lingering charm, bearing a resemblance to Luo Bingying, entered.

"I'm back."

Luo Bingying turned her delicate face and greeted softly.

Zhong Lan "hmm'ed" in acknowledgment, her face sporting a faint smile as she looked at her, "Have you made any real progress with Fei Bing?"

Luo Bingying was taken aback, "No, why do you ask?"

Zhong Lan suddenly seemed puzzled, "Then how come?"

Luo Bingying's eyes also flickered with confusion, and Zhong Lan continued, "Fei Bing bought my four yoga studios today, packaged them up. I thought it had something to do with you. But after he bought them, he seemed to transfer them to another company. I'm not sure if that company is a subsidiary of their family's."

Luo Bingying inquired, "What's the name of that company?"

Zhong Lan thought for a moment, "It's called something like Jingfu."

"Jingfu?"

Luo Bingying blinked her bright eyes; that day when she went to the sunset camp, she had returned in a bus from Shen Yuan's company, which had Jingfu Health Management printed on it.

So now, Fei Bing had bought her mother's yoga studios and then transferred them to Shen Yuan?

But didn't they have an unpleasant confrontation just yesterday? How could they...

Luo Bingying knew there must have been a lot she wasn't aware of. Glancing at the time on her phone, it was almost 12 o'clock.

"Guess I'll ask Shen Yuan tomorrow," she murmured to herself internally.