After leaving the Su Group building, Jiang Che proceeded to the parking lot and entered his Bugatti Veyron. "Shall I drive, or would you prefer to drive your own car?" After starting the engine, Jiang Che glanced back at Su Qingyue and inquired.
"May I ride in your car?" Su Qingyue asked.
"Certainly." Jiang Che replied, opening the passenger door for her. Once Su Qingyue fastened her seatbelt, he pressed the accelerator to the floor. The car surged forward, heading toward a nearby upscale restaurant.
Throughout the drive, Su Qingyue frequently glanced at Jiang Che, no longer exhibiting the aloof demeanor of the 'Iceberg President.'
"What's the matter, Miss Su?" Jiang Che noticed her gaze and teased. "Is there something on my face?" Did this woman change after being blackmailed by him? He remembered her previous attitude toward the old Jiang Che; she always wore a sour expression, as if someone had owed her eight million.
Su Qingyue quickly averted her eyes, feeling a bit guilty. She had noticed that Jiang Che seemed different—more handsome than before—and couldn't help but steal a few glances. She hadn't expected him to notice.
Without further conversation, Jiang Che accelerated after the light turned green.
Meanwhile, on the 18th floor of the Su Group building, Su Qingyue's secretary discovered Ye Chen unconscious in a pool of blood near the office. Panicking, she dialed emergency services and enlisted the help of colleagues to carry Ye Chen downstairs. After ensuring he was in the ambulance, the secretary called Su Qingyue to report the incident. Surprisingly, Su Qingyue remained calm, as if she had anticipated this, and after briefly addressing the secretary, she hung up and accompanied Jiang Che to a restaurant named "Tianfu International."
After a simple meal, Jiang Che drove Su Qingyue back to the Su Group. Standing outside the building, she watched his car disappear into the distance, lost in thought.
At ten o'clock that evening, Jiang Che arrived at one of Jiangbei City's busiest bars. After parking his Bugatti Veyron, he entered the bar, ordered a few bottles of Budweiser, and drank alone. Despite several women approaching him—drawn by his attire and the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist—he politely declined their advances. His purpose tonight wasn't casual mingling; he sought the bar's owner, Ye Meigui, also known as Bai Huamei, a prominent figure in Jiangbei's underground scene.
As a traditional urban novel protagonist, Ye Chen's harem wouldn't be complete without an underground queen like her.
"Could you inform your boss that Jiang Che is here to see her?" Jiang Che requested of a passing waiter.
"Sir, our boss isn't present at the moment," the waiter replied with a courteous smile.
"Just tell her it's Jiang Che. She'll want to see me."
The waiter hesitated but then nodded. "Please wait a moment; I'll inform her." Recognizing Jiang Che's distinguished demeanor, the waiter decided it was best to relay the message promptly. He reported to the manager, who then proceeded to a private room on the third floor to inform Bai Huamei.
Inside the lavishly decorated room, Bai Huamei lounged on a sofa, swirling a glass of red wine.
"What's the matter?" she asked lazily, not bothering to look up.
"Boss, a man named Jiang Che is here to see you," the manager reported respectfully.
"Jiang Che?" Bai Huamei's interest was piqued. She had heard of Jiang Che's recent accolades as an outstanding entrepreneur in Jiangbei City. What could he possibly want with her? They had never met before.
"Bring him up," she instructed, curiosity evident in her tone.
But she didn't think much about it, maybe this guy came to ask her to help kill someone or something. If there is a business coming to your door, there is naturally no reason not to do it. "Okay, boss." The manager responded, walked out directly, and closed the door of the box by the way. Follow the waiter to the first floor and find Jiang Che who is drinking. "Sir, our boss invites you to go up and talk." The manager's attitude towards Jiang Che is very polite, and it is definitely not an ordinary person to be invited by his boss. Although he didn't know the details of Bai Huamei, but he knew that she had a lot of power. "Let's go." Jiang Che got up from his seat and followed the other party directly to the third floor of the bar.