Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1070: 1045: Remember Me in One Second

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Previously on Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group...
Prince Calis attempts to show off his wealth by purchasing an expensive diamond necklace, only to face public humiliation when his card is declined for insufficient funds. As his social circle abandons him, Ye Chen effortlessly completes the purchase and gifts the necklace to Lin Wanrou. While Calis is left disgraced by his exposed facade, he refuses to give up and secretly harbors plans to forcibly secure Lin Wanrou's hand in marriage upon her return to Europe.

Although Calis had made a fool of himself in the presence of Ye Chen, he proved to be shamelessly persistent, refusing to walk away. Lin Wanrou felt nothing but revulsion as she observed him. "If you aren't leaving, then I will. Ye Chen, let’s go." The two departed, with Calis clinging to Lin Wanrou's periphery, rambling incessantly. "Wanrou, even if this fellow has a bit of money, he is no match for me. I possess high status—I am a prince." Lin Wanrou was rendered speechless. It was difficult to fathom that such a shameless individual existed in this world. She had already made it clear that they had no future together, yet he continued to haunt her. Ye Chen, for his part, found Calis somewhat impressive. To suffer such open humiliation and yet maintain the audacity to stick around—and to continue boasting about his social status while admitting a lack of wealth—was truly beyond comprehension. Finally, Lin Wanrou and Ye Chen climbed into their car, successfully breaking away from him. "Forgive me, Ye Chen; that man is utterly tiresome," Lin Wanrou sighed. "It is quite alright," Ye Chen chuckled. "I find his thick skin rather entertaining." Lin Wanrou sighed again. "I suspect he will continue to annoy me for some time." Ye Chen laughed, "Do not forget, your husband is an expert at swatting flies." That evening, Lin Wanrou and Ye Chen shared a deeply passionate night. The following morning, Ye Chen resumed his food delivery duties, which led him to Modu University. He had just finished a delivery when a clear, familiar voice called out from behind him: "Ye Chen." Turning, he spotted a lovely young woman approaching—it was none other than Song Xiaoxiao. Her long hair cascaded over a formal office outfit, making her look exceptionally graceful. "Xiaoxiao, why such professional attire?" Song Xiaoxiao smiled. "I am here for an interview, of course." An interview? Ye Chen was surprised. "I am a senior now, and Baoge Group is conducting interviews today." Baoge Group? Ye Chen found the name ringingly familiar. "Why don’t you join me? I’m terribly nervous," she requested. Ye Chen smiled, "Very well, I shall accompany you." Song Xiaoxiao slipped her arm through his, leaving him unable to decline. The playground was already teeming with activity, filled with numerous booths. Students were busy presenting resumes to the interviewers, who sat behind tables with smug, condescending expressions. "I heard that a Fortune 500 entity like Baoge Group is actually here," one student whispered. "I dream of getting hired by them." Ye Chen recalled that the beautiful CEO he had once rescued belonged to Baoge Group. If he hadn’t intervened back then when the assassins attacked, the company might have had to find a new owner by now. He had not expected them to be here, scouting at Modu University. "Ye Chen, I’m so anxious," Song Xiaoxiao remarked. Ye Chen gave a gentle smile. "You must cultivate more confidence. You are bright and capable; believe that you are the best." The sight of the campus belle, Song Xiaoxiao, looped onto this man’s arm drew envious glares from many of the male students nearby. They reached the Baoge Group section, where the interviewers sat looking cold and frosty, guarded by their computers. "Student," the interviewer said, his tone dripping with arrogance. "I am giving you one minute to make me remember you." This man had graduated from a second-tier institution but had clawed his way into a senior role. Having failed the exam for Modu University in his youth, he now relished the chance to exact petty revenge on its top-tier students. A nervous student sat before him, stammering, "I... I’m Song... I’m from the Arts department..." Clearly cowed by the interviewer’s freezing demeanor, the student’s introduction was a disjointed mess. "Is this the standard of Modu University?" the interviewer sneered. "Pitiful. You cannot even survive a simple prompt; those high grades are clearly all you have. They must have studied themselves into stupidity. How could I ever justify hiring someone of your caliber for a Fortune 500 firm?" The man’s face radiated vanity. He lacked a prestigious degree, yet here he was, treating the elite students like curs. It felt marvelous. Other students looked on, angered by his insults, while Song Xiaoxiao’s brow furrowed in disappointment—she had held such high expectations for Baoge Group. Ye Chen also frowned, his mind cast back to his own interview experiences where he had faced similar mockery. Stepping forward, Ye Chen announced, "Let me attempt the interview." The interviewer sneered at his boldness. "Another one itching for a scolding? Very well, I shall pose the same challenge: make me remember you within one minute." Ye Chen offered a sudden, sharp smile. "One minute? That is far too generous. I can make you remember me in one single second." The interviewer blinked. "One second?" Ye Chen nodded, his confidence unshakable. The surrounding students were left stunned, wondering if he was bluffing. Recognizing this man’s pathetic, power-tripping nature, Ye Chen was more than happy to humiliate him. "Give me one second, and I ensure you will remember me for the rest of your life." With that, Ye Chen walked calmly toward the desk. The interviewer smiled mockingly, underestimating him. But before he could unleash another retort, his eyes widened in shock. Ye Chen simply picked up the man's laptop and began to walk away. The entire area fell into sudden, dead silence. The interviewer scrambled, his dignity forgotten. "Hey! Student, stop! Bring back that computer!" Ye Chen pivoted, meeting the man's gaze with a grin. "My name is Ye Chen. Tell me, do you remember me now?"