At the entrance of the Triumph Hotel.

As Ye Chen's G-class Mercedes drove away, Zhang Xingguo stood at the door, feeling incredibly conflicted.

Just two or three months ago, he had dismissed Ye Chen as a low-level gambling addict.

Without Ye Chen's intervention, Zhang feared he'd be in jail by now.

He recalled Ye Chen's composed, scholarly demeanor at the antique exchange earlier.

And that [Dhāraṇī Sūtra Brocade], worth billions.

Zhang couldn't help but sigh deeply—what a twist of fate!

He was certain the information he had previously gathered on Ye Chen wasn't false.

But could someone really change this much in such a short time?

He wasn't sure, but as his father had said, "In three to five years, Zhang Xingguo, you won't even be able to see him if you tiptoe and look up."

Now, he believed it.

"Jiwei, do you know what Ye Chen lacks?"

Unlike Zhang Xingguo, Zhao Qian, a nouveau riche, spoke to his son beside him.

"What are you trying to do now?" Zhao Jiwei asked, exasperated. He felt embarrassed by his father's antics.

"Ye Chen is a remarkable man! I may not be highly educated—a true nouveau riche—but I've got a keen eye for people. He bought a Ming Dynasty yellow brocade for a few hundred thousand and discovered a treasure worth billions. He stayed calm throughout. At his age? Even I couldn't manage that!" Zhao Qian said solemnly.

As he continued, Zhao Jiwei cut him off, rolling his eyes.

"Dad, can you stop misusing idioms? It's not 'old well doesn't move,' it's 'ancient well, no ripples!'"

"Oh, same thing, close enough!" Zhao Qian shrugged it off and kept talking. "Ye Chen isn't ordinary. No matter what, you need to maintain a strong relationship with him—best if you can become close friends. By the way, we own a Mercedes and Porsche dealership. Send him a few top-tier cars!"

"Dad, Brother Ye doesn't need cars, let alone money. He already bought a G-class and Cayenne from us," Zhao Jiwei replied helplessly.

"Bought? You took his money?" Zhao Qian's eyes widened.

"Gifts build goodwill. Purchases are just transactions. I learned this when I was a teenager," Zhao Qian said with conviction.

"Yeah..." Zhao Jiwei nodded honestly.

"You little brat! How could you charge him?" Zhao Qian fumed.

Before he could go on, Zhao Jiwei quickly interrupted, "You won't get it, Dad. Go hang out with Uncle Zhang. I'm leaving!"

Zhao Jiwei swiftly turned and walked away.

"This brat! Zhang, you see that? He even argues with me now!" Zhao Qian grumbled.

"Come on, Mr. Zhao. Money won't affect their friendship. Let's go to Hongyan Restaurant. I'll treat you to something new!" Zhang Xingguo chuckled, pulling Zhao Qian along.

Meanwhile—

At Yunshan Network Company, Zhang Jingshan was holding a meeting with his senior executives.

Suddenly, his phone, on silent, lit up with a call from Li Changfeng.

He almost declined it but answered when he saw the name.

"I'm in a meeting," Zhang Jingshan said.

"Alright, I'll let you go. Talk later," Li Changfeng replied, but something in his tone felt off.

"If I answered, then speak now!" Zhang Jingshan gestured to his deputy to continue the meeting and stepped out.

"Did something happen?"

"The wines we've been sweeping off the market—what countries were they from?" Li Changfeng asked urgently.

"France, Italy, and Spain. Why?" Zhang Jingshan answered instinctively.

"I just saw the news. Severe storms have hit much of Europe—France, Italy, and Spain have been especially hard-hit by catastrophic flooding!"

"What the...? Say that again?" Zhang Jingshan froze.

They had just stopped their wine acquisition spree a few days ago.

And now, Li Changfeng delivered such exciting news?

"Experts say the floods will devastate Europe's wine industry. No vineyard drainage system can withstand this disaster. With harvest season a month away, vineyards might not survive!" Li Changfeng explained.

"Wait... does this mean... we're about to strike it rich?" Zhang Jingshan's heart pounded.

They had just swept the market for 1.3 billion yuan worth of wine. If European wineries halted production, prices would skyrocket!

His excitement wasn't just about the profits—it was about seizing the opportunity.

From past ventures like Jinlin Mansion, short-selling Sihai Group, and auctions, it was Ye Chen who led him to riches.

But this time, he followed Ye Chen's actions on his own—and the results were thrilling.

"If production slows for half a year, our stock will rise by 20%. A year's halt could double prices!" Li Changfeng added.

"In other words, we're about to make millions?"

"Exactly!"

"Should we reach out to Ye Chen and hear his plans?" Zhang Jingshan asked eagerly.

"He's busy with his company. Let's wait a few days. Europe's situation isn't fully clear yet. It's not the right time to bother him," Li Changfeng advised.

"Right, right! No need to rush!"

Though they had no idea that their recent wine purchases closely followed Ye Chen's lead, Zhang Jingshan and his team were thrilled.

As Ye Chen left Triumph Hotel, he didn't dwell on the billions he had earned or the valuable Dhāraṇī Sūtra Brocade set for auction.

To him, a few billion was just the beginning.

These rare finds were strokes of luck. He wasn't about to bank on luck every day.

Building his business empire required focus on real industries.

He wasn't even anxious about receiving payment from Wuji Group.

Driving away, Ye Chen headed toward Lezi Company to oversee production.

With connections in Zhang's family, all the necessary approvals had been expedited.

As Ye Chen stepped into his company, his phone rang.

Qin Lang!

The young heir of Qin Foreign Trade.

Ye Chen smiled—Qin Lang's cargo ship probably hadn't returned yet.

And based on his past life's memories, Europe's floods hit precisely today.

Qin Lang must be anxious to buy back those 40,000 bottles of wine.