I confess, I am the Mr. Richest-Chapter 443: Rich Man, Please Accept My Kneeling

"Mr. President, you’re here."

With just one sentence, it was like a thousand waves crashing.

General Manager Qian, the bald man, and the deputy director stared at Chu Chen in shock, completely dumbfounded.

He...

He was the president?!

Such a young president?!

They all knew that Shanghai Live had recently appointed a mysterious tycoon as their new president, but in their minds,

anyone capable of acquiring such a large stake in Shanghai Live and becoming president had to be middle-aged.

Think about it, whether in Shanghai or elsewhere, which company presidents or chairmen aren’t around forty or fifty years old, or even older?

And now they were being told that the president of Shanghai Live was this exceedingly young guy.

They couldn’t process it all at once.

Gulp!

The deputy director’s legs went weak, and he couldn’t help but collapse to the ground, trembling.

"M... Mr. President... I’m sorry, I..."

The deputy director stammered, his heart full of terror.

General Manager Qian and the bald man were relatively okay since they were shareholders, but as for himself? He was merely a deputy director at Shanghai Live.

Thinking about how he had ordered the president to give up the elevator for General Manager Qian, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wasn’t he just digging his own grave?

As for the bald man, he stood there rigidly, not feeling well at all.

He deeply regretted his actions.

He only wanted to take this opportunity to get in General Manager Qian’s good books, to expand his network.

But instead, he picked up a sesame seed and lost a watermelon!

He got in good with General Manager Qian but offended the young president of Shanghai Live.

Being so young and able to acquire so many shares of Shanghai Live, he surely had an intimidating background.

The bald man wished he could slap himself.

As for General Manager Qian, he stared at Chu Chen, dumbfounded.

"You... you’re... the president?"

General Manager Qian’s face went pale, and his voice quivered.

He dared to be so disrespectful to the president.

This...

Remembering what happened earlier at the elevator, General Manager Qian’s vision blacked out, and he almost fainted.

"Now, do you think I have the right to sit here?"

Chu Chen asked calmly.

"Of course, Mr. Chu is rightfully seated here."

The bald man quickly responded, his attitude having dramatically shifted.

"Naturally, Mr. Chu should be seated here."

"This seat belongs to Mr. Chu, who would dare question it?!"

Others chimed in one after the other.

The deputy director was taken away, and others filled into the meeting room, while General Manager Qian and the bald man sat at the back, incredibly anxious.

"First of all, I have something to announce."

"From now on, Shanghai Live will abolish the policy of ’barring delivery personnel from using the elevator.’"

Chu Chen surveyed the room and declared without room for doubt.

"It’s good to abolish that."

"Mr. Chu speaks with reason."

After Chu Chen spoke, a slew of flattery followed, especially from the bald man.

General Manager Qian, sitting at the back, felt like he was on pins and needles.

At this moment, he resolved that once the board meeting was over, he’d sell off his three percent share of Shanghai Live.

He couldn’t afford to provoke Mr. Chu.

...

Chu Chen stayed as president for half an hour, made decisions on a few important matters, and then left.

He left the remaining minor tasks to the general manager.

When Chu Chen descended the stairs, intending to leave Shanghai Live headquarters, a voice called out.

"Hey handsome, you’re out!"

Chu Chen turned to see the girl who had just delivered bubble tea walking towards him.

Apparently, feeling guilty about the earlier incident, she waited outside after delivering the tea, wanting to thank Chu Chen.

Upon finding out that Chu Chen was fine, the sweet girl let out a sigh of relief and offered to treat Chu Chen to bubble tea.

"Bubble tea?"

"Sure."

Chu Chen nodded, just what he needed after talking so much in the meeting room that his throat had gone dry.

Together with the sweet girl, Chu Chen headed toward her bubble tea shop.

Along the way, Chu Chen learned who the girl was.

She was a student at a university in Shanghai, working while on break to earn some extra money.

Just as they walked into the shop, a scolding voice rang out:

"Are you dead? Why are you back so late?"

A woman in her thirties yelled at the sweet girl upon seeing her.

"I..."

The sweet girl hung her head, having waited for Chu Chen and not returned after delivering the bubble tea.

"She was closing a big order, that’s why she’s back late."

Chu Chen spoke up to defend the sweet girl since her delay had been due to waiting for him.

"Oh?"

"A big order, what kind of big order?"

Upon hearing about a big order, the shop manager came out from the back, surprised.

"Shanghai Live needs 1,000 bubble teas delivered as soon as possible."

Chu Chen chimed in, a little perk from this president for the Shanghai Live employees.

A thousand bubble teas?

The shop manager and the woman in her thirties were dumbfounded.

My goodness!

They’d been in the bubble tea business for so long but had never encountered such a big order.

This was a thousand teas!

Please accept my bow, Mr. Tycoon.

"Please have a seat, please do have a seat."

The shop manager quickly showed a flattering smile, inviting Chu Chen to sit.

"What are you standing there for? Go fetch some paper and pen and note down this gentleman’s request."

The shop manager turned to scold the woman in her thirties.

Meanwhile, the sweet girl was also a bit stunned.

What was going on?

Was this handsome young man an account manager at Shanghai Live?

After placing the tea order and resting for a while, Chu Chen bade farewell to the sweet girl.

After that, Chu Chen went directly to find Fatty Han Yuan.

Ever since arriving in Shanghai, he had been hanging out with Han Shishi and her two friends.

Yet, Han Yuan hadn’t joined them.

Chu Chen suspected something might have happened to him.