OFR – Chapter 314 Chat

Xuanwu Zhongshan Villa District!

In Nanjing, it had long become synonymous with where the wealthy reside.

With Zhan Yuyun driving at high speed, he soon arrived at the main gate of the villa district.

With a quick glance, he spotted the person waiting by the roadside.

What surprised him was that the person waiting was actually a very young boy, with rather delicate and handsome features.

This was vastly different from the figure Zhan Yuyun had imagined.

He had assumed the person who hailed the ride would be a middle-aged man of about forty-five, or at the very least, someone in their thirties.

But the boy in front of him looked far too young.

Was he even twenty?

With his habitual smile, Zhan Yuyun got out of the car and quickly assessed the young man, estimating that he was at most twenty—maybe even younger.

Younger than himself by seven or eight years.

At that age, he still barely counted as a kid.

So Zhan Yuyun assumed the boy was probably the child of one of the villa owners in the Xuanwu Zhongshan district.

As for whether he was the child of a government official or a wealthy businessman?

He thought about it briefly but didn’t bother to speculate—after all, he had no basis for guessing.

Still, he didn’t show the slightest contempt for the boy.

Because as a second-generation rich kid himself, he knew well: among the privileged, there were those who lived carefreely and indulged in luxury, like him.

But there was also a group of people who were strict with themselves—striving tirelessly for power, goals, or even ideals.

This group of people often didn’t act high-profile or flaunt their status, and outwardly didn’t even exhibit the typical traits of a second-generation elite. But Zhan Yuyun knew—these were the truly dangerous ones.

Just like the person behind former richest man Chen Yun once said:

Those who roar and rampage in the spotlight are not frightening. The ones silently watching from the shadows—unknown and unassuming—are the most terrifying.

Moreover, the Xuanwu Zhongshan Villa District was built jointly by the most powerful figures and top-tier tycoons of Nanjing.

So, any second-generation individual who emerged from here could never be compared to those spoiled heirs outside.

Even someone like Zhan Yuyun, who prided himself on his privileged background, never once dared to look down on any youth from the Xuanwu Zhongshan district.

Thus, when he got out of the car, Zhan Yuyun politely looked at the boy and asked, “Hi, hello. Are you the one who booked the ride?”

As for putting on an act? Honestly, he wasn’t stupid—he knew when and whom to show off to.

Since he had encountered this boy in a place like Xuanwu Zhongshan, he certainly wouldn’t do anything rash or out of line.

He simply smiled gently, with no unusual expression, and looked calmly at the boy.

Soon, he saw a hint of surprise in the boy’s eyes—something many passengers showed.

Indeed, when a regular person sees their ride is a multi-million-yuan sports car, they’re bound to be a little shocked.

But as someone who picked up passengers daily in a supercar, Zhan Yuyun quickly noticed that the surprise in this boy’s eyes flashed for only a moment.

It didn’t linger like it did with ordinary passengers, nor was there any visible amazement.

Aside from that momentary surprise, the boy’s expression remained calm.

Faced with a scene that only appears in movies or novels, even a second-generation elite with an extraordinary background wouldn’t usually stay this calm.

A Lamborghini worth several million—this was supposed to be a dream car for boys his age.

But Zhan Yuyun couldn’t detect even the slightest bit of excitement or envy in his eyes.

This made Zhan Yuyun regard the boy with even greater seriousness and curiosity. He began wondering: just what level of second-generation elite was this boy, to remain so composed in such a scenario?

Just as he was about to say something, the boy, who remained unreadable, finally spoke for the first time:
“Yeah, I booked it. Please take me to the Bugatti Veyron luxury car expo.”

“Luxury car expo? Oh, right—today’s the annual charity event hosted by Qingyan Chenchen for young people. I heard the grand prize includes not just fifty million yuan in startup funds, but also three donated supercars. I think most attendees are students from South University. Are you a student there too?”

As he opened the car door to signal the boy to get in, Zhan Yuyun smiled and continued the conversation.

“Student?” Mu Bai gave a small smile and said, “I dropped out long ago.”

“Oh, that’s fine. Anyway, this event is for young people, not just students. You still have a shot at winning the startup funds and luxury cars. But I heard President Qingyan Chen lost five billion in that shocking gambling match at the Zijin roundtable just a few days ago, yet he still had the courage to donate over 100 million yuan for this charity event. I have to say, President Chen—someone standing at the pinnacle of Nanjing—is truly beyond our comprehension. Honestly, casually donating over 100 million is enough to let most people live in luxury for a lifetime.”

Zhan Yuyun spoke with admiration and envy toward Qingyan Chen, one of the most powerful figures.

Indeed, not just him—anyone who had access to the top circles of Nanjing would naturally be in awe of those who controlled the city’s fate.

It’s the same reason why employees instinctively fear and flatter their bosses: because bosses hold their livelihood in their hands.

Most of the time, it’s not that people are materialistic and bow to power—

It’s that they simply don’t have the option not to bow.

This society, this world, is controlled by money and power. What can ordinary people do?

In ancient times, a single fury from a feudal lord could cause blood to spill for miles.

That might sound exaggerated today, but when someone like Qingyan Chen—who stands at the top of the city—gets truly angry, it can still affect many people’s futures.

The recent Zijin banquet was a perfect example.

Reporters and media all knew that the Zijin banquet was the most elite gathering of the year in Nanjing.

But why did those journalists, after rushing to the scene, only dare wait outside the gates, rather than going in to film or interview?

It wasn’t for any technical reason—it was because they all knew: not one person inside was someone they could afford to offend.

If someone at that dinner got angry, not just those reporters, but even the media companies behind them, could be wiped off the map of Nanjing within a single day—for any number of “reasons.”

They could even face lawsuits with massive compensation claims.

So just like those cautious journalists, even someone as carefree and indulgent as Zhan Yuyun couldn’t help but speak of Qingyan Chen with great reverence.

After all, even his parents could only curry favor with a man like that.

At this moment—

While talking, Zhan Yuyun discreetly glanced at the boy in the passenger seat.

Even when he mentioned Qingyan Chen or the Zijin banquet, the boy still just listened quietly, showing no desire to respond. His expression didn’t reveal even a hint of longing or admiration.

This made Zhan Yuyun even more curious.

He began to guess which big shot from the Xuanwu Zhongshan villa district this boy might be related to.

But no matter how he speculated, he could never have imagined that—

The boy sitting beside him had already climbed to the very top of all of Nanjing.