I confess, I am the Mr. Richest

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: You can’t even earn an Aston Martin in a day, and you want to recruit me?

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“End each day with a pep talk: Tomorrow, let’s make another 700 million.”

Chu Chen hummed his self-made tune.

Not only was he good-looking, but he was also wealthy and talented.

He was simply perfect.

Thinking this, Chu Chen walked towards his Aston Martin.

“Huh?”

As Chu Chen got near his Aston Martin, he suddenly noticed a group of people gathered around his car.

Unlike previous onlookers, these people seemed to be filming something.

Could it be an influencer taking photos?

Curious, Chu Chen walked over.

“Congratulations to President Pan for acquiring an Aston Martin.”

Up close, Chu Chen saw two people holding a big banner.

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At that moment, a woman in her late twenties wearing sunglasses stood beside the Aston Martin, gazing into the distance with the air of a successful person.

Oh, so it’s a social media merchant.

“After taking pictures, don’t forget to shoot a short video for me to post on TikTok.”

The woman said to the cameraman while posing for photos.

“Okay, Sister Pan.”

The cameraman, after taking photos, adjusted the angle to shoot a video.

“Hey, kid, step back a bit.”

Noticing someone else in the frame, the cameraman waved him off.

Kid?

Chu Chen looked around. It seemed like he was the only one there.

“Are you talking to me?” Chu Chen asked.

This was his car, and they were the ones filming and taking pictures. He hadn’t even said anything.

And yet they had the nerve to tell him to step back?

“Yes, you, move aside.”

The cameraman was even more impatient.

Not far away, Sister Pan, who was preparing the short video, heard the cameraman’s voice and looked over.

Huh?

So handsome.

Sister Pan paused, surprised to see such a good-looking delivery boy.

“Wait a moment.”

Sister Pan spoke up.

“Let’s take a break and shoot later.”

With that, Sister Pan, smiling, walked towards Chu Chen.

“Hey there, handsome?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

Chu Chen quickly spoke up, trying to stop Sister Pan from getting too close.

He was afraid that, if the wind blew, her makeup would end up all over his face.

“Being a delivery guy must be tough, huh?”

Sister Pan asked tactfully.

“It really is tough.” Chu Chen nodded.

He only made 700 million a day, yet he was expected to work five or six hours. How was that fair?

“Really tough,”

Sister Pan nodded in agreement, continuing:

“You look so stressed out. Why don’t you stop delivering and work with me instead?”

“I guarantee, with me, your income will be ten times what it was before.”

Today, she was determined to woo this handsome guy into her world.

“Ten times doing what?”

“Be my personal assistant, stay with me 24/7, and I’ll pay you thirty thousand a month. How about it?”

Sister Pan acted as if money were no issue.

Hearing this, Chu Chen was exasperated.

Nice way to put it, but wasn’t she just asking him to be a kept man?

Was he the type to live off of others?

No, he wasn’t.

“I’m not that kind of person.”

Chu Chen firmly stated.

“I want to earn my reward through my own effort, labor, and talent, not by relying on my looks.”

Hearing Chu Chen’s response, Sister Pan’s eyes sparkled even more.

She really liked young men with ambition.

Especially when they were both handsome and ambitious.

“Sounds good, how about not as an assistant, but as an employee?”

“I’m a big deal in social media commerce now, with millions of customers and daily revenues in the millions.”

Sister Pan coaxed gently.

“Really?”

“Of course, did you see this Aston Martin? It’s mine.”

“This Aston Martin costs nearly 50 million. I bought it in just a year.”

Sister Pan boasted shamelessly.

In fact, Sister Pan and her few employees had planned to go to the BMW dealership, but on the way, they had stumbled upon this 50 million Aston Martin and were awestruck.

Most of the other social media merchants were proud to even get a BMW, let alone a Porsche; they were different.

If they shot a video with this 50 million luxury Aston Martin, it would definitely stand out, attracting countless people.

She thought quickly, and immediately instructed someone to make a banner.

Naturally, she wouldn’t share all this with Chu Chen.

To lure him in, she kept bragging, even though her company, including herself, only had four people, with a combined monthly income of barely 10 to 20 thousand.

“So, what do you think?”

“With me, within a month, you’ll surely be able to make a name for yourself and multiply your income.”

Sister Pan deployed her special skill—the Deception Technique!

“Really?”

Chu Chen asked in disbelief:

“Can you assure me of earning over 400 billion every month?”

Cough, cough, cough.

400 billion?

Sister Pan couldn’t help but cough.

400 billion, was she crazy?

Forget 400 billion a month, even 4 billion, 0.4 billion, or 0.04 billion would have her laughing in her dreams.

“Handsome guy, let’s start more realistically.”

Sister Pan suggested.

“Well, can I earn an Aston Martin a day?”

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Sister Pan was scared again.

An Aston Martin worth 50 million a day?

What was this guy thinking?

How could such a job exist in the world?

“Sister Pan, are we still shooting?”

The cameraman asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Even he was hired with her own money, not the company’s.

The cameraman originally wanted to finish early and go shoot some pretty model girls, you know?

“Not yet,” Sister Pan said, turning back.

She noticed that the handsome guy from before was gone.

Looking around, she was shocked to find Chu Chen standing beside the Aston Martin, even touching the car door.

“Don’t touch!”

Sister Pan exclaimed in panic. This was a 50 million Aston Martin; any scratch would have them paying for life.

Just moments ago, when she took photos, she kept a safe distance from the car.

Not just Sister Pan, the others rushed to stop Chu Chen, visibly anxious.

But they were too late; Chu Chen had already opened the Aston Martin’s door.

“Too late.”

“Do you know what you are doing, kid?”

They rebuked him, hearts filled with anger and fear.

“Wait, how could he open the Aston Martin’s door?”

Sister Pan was the first to realize.

Only the car’s owner could open the door, right?

Could it be?

Sister Pan was startled by a brazen assumption.

Hearing this, the others were equally astonished.

Was this delivery guy the owner of the Aston Martin?

Too crazy!

In their minds, the owner of such a car was surely a reckless super-rich second generation, or a CEO in his forties or fifties.

But they never imagined the car’s owner would be a delivery guy!

“Sister Jinlian, if you want to recruit me, wait until you’re the richest in the world.”

With that, Chu Chen drove away.

Hearing Chu Chen’s words, Sister Pan was dumbfounded.

Who the heck is Sister Jinlian?

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