071. Wang Sicong Inviting To Yangcheng

He Ling slowly tore open the black silk packaging.

Bit by bit, she slipped on the black stockings, the silky fabric clinging to her legs.

Su Yan, who was wiping her high heels at that moment, couldn't take his eyes off her. Although her fair legs were already beautiful, something was missing.

But with the black stockings on... they brought out the allure of her legs to the fullest, especially for a mature woman like He Ling. It reminded Su Yan of how captivating Zhang Zhenyu's mother looked in black stockings.

"Auntie, please put on your high heels so they won't get dirty."

"...."

Though feeling shy, He Ling obediently complied with Su Yan's request.

Then, Su Yan gently picked her up. He kissed her softly and carried her forward.

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The next morning, He Ling woke up feeling like she was in a dream. Seeing the two pairs of high heels placed nearby, she slowly took Su Yan's hand.

"Aunt He, you're up so early."

"Auntie is going to cook for you right now," He Ling said as she quickly ran to the kitchen, eager to prepare breakfast.

Su Yan wasn't in a hurry. He walked to the window, admiring the distant sea view. The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window was one-way, ensuring complete privacy. There was no need to worry about anyone seeing inside.

In the afternoon, Su Yan called the boss of the production line. He drove with He Ling in a Rolls-Royce towards the production line, which was located in the suburbs—not too far from where they were.

"Su Yan, what are we going to do?" He Ling's voice was filled with curiosity. She remembered how Su Yan had given her 1.3 million to buy a house in full, and her heart was filled with gratitude. Su Yan had treated her so well, and she was determined to follow him wholeheartedly for the rest of her life.

But little did she know, she would never grow old as long as she stayed with Su Yan. She would remain forever youthful—a perfect MILF.

"Aunt He, I have some business to take care of."

The bidding for the Olympic naming rights was about to begin, and it was a crucial matter for Su Yan. As long as he could promote the Jiaduobao brand successfully, it would guarantee billions in earnings for the next decade. With a net profit in the tens of billions, Su Yan was naturally focused on this task.

He Ling looked at Su Yan with admiration. At just 18, he had already accomplished so much. She couldn't help but compare him to other 18-year-olds, including her own son, who had barely gotten into a mediocre junior college. She felt powerless.

Not everyone in this world could be as extraordinary as Su Yan.

When they arrived at the factory, the boss was already waiting at the door.

"Young Master Su," Zhang Long greeted enthusiastically as Su Yan stepped out of the Rolls-Royce. Zhang Long knew that anyone who could afford to buy an entire beverage production line had to be someone significant, especially in such a competitive industry where even small manufacturers were struggling.

"Mr. Zhang, please show me around your production line."

"Of course, please come in!"

As they walked through the factory, He Ling felt a bit confused. What was Su Yan planning? Why had he brought her to a beverage production line?

When Su Yan saw the professional machines and diligent workers, he was satisfied.

"The production line here is quite good," Su Yan remarked.

Zhang Long asked curiously, "Young Master Su, aren't you interested in my formula? My drink, Mango Duo, has a decent market share. You know, in the beverage industry, a good formula can yield twice the results with half the effort."

Since Su Yan was interested in the production line, Zhang Long saw an opportunity to sell his drink formula as well. Even if he could get a few million for it, it would be a good deal.

He Ling's heart raced. She was beginning to understand what Su Yan wanted to do—he was planning to buy a production line. But how much would that cost?

"No need," Su Yan thought disdainfully. A mediocre drink like Mango Duo could easily be outdone with simple mango juice. It was laughable to think that Zhang Long would try to sell it for a profit.

"I'm not interested in the formula. I've already secured one."

Suddenly, Zhang Long recalled something. "I heard that a young man bought the formula for Lao Wang Ji's herbal tea for 150 million yuan. Could that be you, Mr. Su?"

"That's me. Now let's discuss the price of the production line. The scale and output of your factory are impressive—comparable to five or six other factories combined. But it's unfortunate that only Line 6 is operational while the other five lines are shut down."

Zhang Long sighed bitterly. "Business has been tough. We even struggle to secure OEM contracts."

"Master Su, I'll sell the entire assembly line to you for 120 million. How about it?"

"One hundred million," Su Yan countered firmly. "Not a penny more."

Su Yan knew the bottom line and had a clear advantage in business negotiations.

As she watched the two men discuss the price, He Ling was in disbelief. How many secrets was this young man hiding from her? He had actually bought Lao Wang Ji's formula! Even though she was a novice in business, she knew how significant Lao Wang Ji was in the herbal tea industry. And Su Yan had paid 150 million for the formula, plus he owned luxury properties and cars. Just how wealthy was he?

And to think, he was only 18.

It wasn't that long ago when he had borrowed a million yuan from Liu Sisi to speculate in stocks. How had he gained such incredible wealth in such a short time?

"One hundred million it is," Zhang Long conceded. "I'll prepare the contract."

Half an hour later, under the witness of a lawyer, they signed the contract, and Su Yan paid the 100 million. Now, he only had 1.5 billion left in his account, which made him feel uncomfortably poor.

"Young Master Su, from now on, this factory is entirely yours," Zhang Long said as he left.

Su Yan waved over the waiting manager and workers.

"Mr. Su," the manager greeted with some concern, echoed by the worried faces of the workers. They had seen the once-thriving factory gradually cease operations, with only one production line still in use. Now, they feared they might lose their jobs.

"Everyone, I know you're worried about unemployment," Su Yan addressed them. "But with me here, you don't need to worry. Manager, post a recruitment notice. We'll resume operations on all remaining shifts and start producing Jiaduobao herbal tea."

"Additionally, if you all work hard, there will be a year-end bonus for everyone."

The workers, hearing about the year-end bonus, cheered enthusiastically. In 2008, the term "painting a pie" wasn't widely known, so the promise of a bonus filled them with hope and energy.

Su Yan felt a bit nostalgic. Compared to people born in 2008, those around now seemed much more straightforward and earnest.

Later that evening, Su Yan drove back to He Ling's place. As she sat beside him, ready for work again the next day, He Ling couldn't help but feel reluctant to part with him.

"Aunt He," Su Yan said, holding her hand as he reclined the seat.

A long time passed before Zhang Zhenyu, walking by outside, noticed the Rolls-Royce parked in the community. It had to be Su Yan's car! He moved closer, hoping to catch a glimpse, but the privacy film on the windows made it impossible to see inside. Disappointed, Zhang Zhenyu returned upstairs, staring longingly at the Rolls-Royce from his window, imagining how great it would be to own such a car.

But after a while, he was stunned to see his own mother getting out of the car.

In the following days, Su Yan was busy making connections. He now had ties not only in Shencheng and Sioux City but also in Korea. Seeing that the timing was right, Su Yan decided to head to Yancheng. The bidding for the Olympic naming rights was a big deal, and he needed to take it seriously. Although Jiaduobao's profits would only be in the tens of billions, unlike investing in a company like Meituan that could bring trillions in returns, Jiaduobao could provide a steady cash flow of billions every year, which was crucial.

"Connections in Korea are established," Su Yan thought. "If I play my cards right, I could navigate the Korean market smoothly. I really hope I get to meet Aunt Li Fuzhen."

At 38, Li Fuzhen, Korea's eldest princess, was precisely the type Su Yan fancied. When he visited Korea, he would make sure to leave a lasting impression.

Around noon, Su Yan received a call from Wang Sicong.

"Young Master Su, the Olympics are starting. Want to head to Yancheng together and have some fun?"

Wang Jianlin had repeatedly told his son to maintain a good relationship with Su Yan, and Wang Sicong took this to heart. He saw this as an opportunity to bond with Su Yan.

"Sure, I was planning to go to Yancheng as well. Young Master Wang, let's have a good drink this time..."

It felt a bit strange for Su Yan to call someone else "Young Master," but Wang Sicong did it so naturally.

"Great! I'll wait for you in Yancheng!"

Wang Sicong was thrilled. This trip to Yancheng would allow him to ask Su Yan some questions about starting a business. His father had given him 100 million yuan to test the waters, but he wasn't sure where to expand. Who better to ask than Su Yan? A young man who had already made a fortune.

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