Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1063 - 1038: The Miserable Korean Celebrity

Ye Chen had only just stepped into the Charm Club when he found Wang Congcong already waiting by the entrance.

"Brother Ye, over here," Wang Congcong called out with a wave.

Ye Chen joined him, walking together into the heart of the establishment. The ladies inside were, without question, breathtakingly beautiful. Even for a high-end hotspot in Modu, the quality here was top-tier, and the women possessed an air of elegance that was hard to overlook.

"Tell me, Brother Ye, do any of them catch your eye?" Wang Congcong asked with a mischievous grin.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes at him. "Do you think I’m like you? I’m a virtuous man who knows how to keep to himself."

Wang Congcong laughed internally at the remark. Virtuous? Hardly. He had never seen Ye Chen without a different, equally stunning woman by his side.

Meanwhile, in a private room nearby, Cui Chenghao was filled with bitter resentment. "Brother Li Yong, I’m departing back to Korea soon. You have to find that bastard for me; I need to make him pay."

"Don't fret. My men are scouring the city as we speak. As soon as we track him down, I’ll deliver him to you personally," Li Yong promised.

Cui Chenghao looked relieved. "Brother Li Yong, I truly appreciate your help."

After a few rounds of drinks, Cui Chenghao decided to head for the restroom, accompanied by Li Yong and his manager. As the trio walked down the hall, they overheard a group of locals laughing. "That Korean celebrity’s video was absolutely pathetic, wasn't it? 'Fresh meat,' my foot—he’s nothing but rotten meat. Even with dozens of bodyguards, he still got thoroughly exposed by our own people. It’s hilarious how their fans think they’re the peak of handsomeness, while our men in Hua Country look significantly more dashing."

Cui Chenghao felt his blood boil, but he forced himself to hold back. After all, the negative press surrounding him in Hua Country was already substantial; getting into a brawl with commoners would be professional suicide. It was all that one guy’s fault. "I’ll kill him if I ever see him again," he hissed, his teeth grinding in pure rage.

Just then, a familiar figure strode toward them. Cui Chenghao froze the moment he locked eyes with Ye Chen. Li Yong, unaware of the sudden tension, continued, "Chenghao, stop fuming. I’ll dig that local guy up for you within a few days."

Cui Chenghao pointed a trembling finger at Ye Chen. "Don't bother searching—it's him!"

Li Yong stopped in his tracks, clearly stunned. Could it be? It seemed too coincidental, yet upon seeing Ye Chen’s striking appearance, he knew the Korean star was right. "Brother Li, that’s the one. You have to stand up for me and vent this frustration," Cui Chenghao urged, feeling as though he’d finally found his nemesis. Because of that man, his entire trip to Hua Country had been a misery, resulting in total silence and zero income.

Li Yong nodded firmly, his ego fueled. "Consider it done."

Back in their private chamber, Li Yong signaled his henchmen. "Follow me. We’re going to teach this prick a lesson." The bodyguards, bolstered by Cui Chenghao’s own security detail, marched aggressively toward Ye Chen’s table.

Inside the room, Ye Chen was busy chatting with Wang Congcong and a few other heavy hitters of Modu. These elites were treating Ye Chen with immense deference, recognizing that even the influential Wang Congcong acted like a subordinate in his presence. "Boss, please look after us in the future," one of them fawned, while a beautiful socialite leaned in, holding out her phone. "Mr. Ye, might I add you on WeChat?"

Ye Chen started to respond, but the door was suddenly kicked open with a thunderous crash. Cui Chenghao stormed in, followed by his entourage. He faltered for a second when he saw the company Ye Chen was keeping—the room was filled with the elite youths of Modu—but his hatred outweighed his caution. He pointed at Ye Chen and bellowed, "Beat him to death!"

Accustomed to throwing his weight around, Cui Chenghao expected immediate obedience. His bodyguards and Li Yong’s thugs surged forward, but the young scions in the room were not about to let this slide. They were desperate for a chance to impress Ye Chen, and here was a group of foreigners looking to cause trouble on their home turf.

"Damn, you dare touch Mr. Ye?" one of the socialites shouted. "Courting death!"

"Get them!" commanded Wang Congcong, his face twisted in fury. He had personally invited Ye Chen, and for these people to barge in like this was a direct insult to his reputation. The bodyguards of the local scions collided with the intruders, and it quickly became clear who held the advantage. The foreign bodyguards were soundly outmatched and soon forced into a retreat, with Cui Chenghao himself sporting a bruised face.

Dazed, the celebrity realized the situation had spiraled out of control. How could he face the industry with his face beaten to a pulp?

"Stop! Everyone, stop this at once!" Li Yong strode in, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You lot are asking for it! Do you know who you’re hitting? He’s a massive star—do you even value your lives? This is my territory!"

Suddenly, an even colder, more authoritative voice cut through the room. "Kid, are you finished acting impressive because you dragged a bunch of Koreans in here? I think you’re the one begging for trouble."

Li Yong’s jaw unhinged as he caught sight of Wang Congcong. He had assumed Ye Chen was a small-timer, not anticipating that he was under the protection of someone like Wang Congcong. All the others in the room were of similar, if not equal, social standing. Wang Congcong narrowed his eyes, sneering, "Li Yong, I usually overlook your posturing, but crashing my party? You must be tired of living."