Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1486 - 1460: Insulting Intelligence

Xie Yingying heard Ye Chen’s voice and snapped back to reality.

"Oh, okay, Brother Ye Chen."

She hurriedly followed Ye Chen as they headed towards the banquet hall.

Thanks to Professor Zhang, the poem Ye Chen wrote had already spread throughout Modu’s literary circles.

The banquet hall was already crowded, and this time there were even more attendees than before.

The impressive turnout was largely due to the attendance of a literary titan, Elder Sun Bolin.

Such figures are not easily met; literary talents are respected in the world of literature.

Seeing such a prestigious person, seizing this rare opportunity, of course, people would want to gather around.

Sun Bolin was also amiable, engaging warmly with everyone he met.

However, his gaze occasionally cast outside, it was not hard to see he was waiting for someone.

At this moment, Sun Bolin’s heart was filled with eagerness; he wanted to meet the author of that poem.

Amidst the anticipation, Ye Chen and Xie Yingying walked inside.

The people who were just conversing all turned their gaze unanimously towards Ye Chen as he walked in.

Ye Chen and Xie Yingying paused for a moment, the setup here seemed more like welcoming a leader than hosting a social gathering.

He was puzzled about why things were this way; it was Ye Chen’s first time attending such an event.

If Ye Chen knew that Professor Zhang had already spread his poem throughout the literary circle, he wouldn’t find it surprising.

Seeing the long-awaited guest finally arrive, Sun Bolin was excited and moved towards Ye Chen.

A group of people followed behind him, including Professor Zhang and Zhou Tao.

Sun Bolin asked with a smile, "You must be Ye Chen, right?"

"That’s right, who are you?" Ye Chen nodded.

Seeing Ye Chen’s lack of manners and his rude tone.

Zhou Tao’s expression turned sour and said, "Ye Chen, how can you be so rude, not even greeting the literary titan Elder Sun."

Ye Chen looked at Zhou Tao and let out a sneer.

He felt that Sun Bolin hadn’t even spoken, yet this guy jumped out.

Who was actually being rude here?

"Zhou Tao, stop being rude, we don’t need such formalities," Sun Bolin quickly said with a smile.

"Ye Chen, please take a seat, the social gathering is about to begin."

He was afraid of angering Ye Chen.

Today’s attendance could almost be considered catered for Ye Chen.

Since Sun Bolin had spoken, who would dare to voice objections, everyone stayed silent.

This social gathering differed from ordinary banquets; seats were arranged according to literary status.

The attendees centered around Sun Bolin and Professor Zhang, seated in order of literary stature, closer to the center indicated higher status.

Farther from the center indicated lower literary standing.

Even though Ye Chen and Xie Yingying’s seats were relatively far from the center, he wasn’t upset.

Given Ye Chen’s temperament, he wasn’t interested in chatting with these people.

He came here for one purpose: to sample delicious food. Although Ye Chen was rich and didn’t lack fine cuisine, it was free after all.

Might as well eat.

"Yingying, try this dessert quickly," Ye Chen said, handing a piece of cake to Xie Yingying.

"Brother Ye Chen, it’s really delicious," Xie Yingying said, squinting with joy and a face full of enjoyment.

Ye Chen continued piling food onto Xie Yingying’s plate until it was overloaded.

"Brother Ye Chen, that’s too much, I can’t finish all this," Xie Yingying quickly said.

She knew if she didn’t speak up, the food on her plate might soon form a mountain.

Besides Ye Chen and Xie Yingying, everyone else listened respectfully to Sun Bolin’s speech.

It was a rare opportunity, and compared to this, the food was worthless.

But Ye Chen was completely engrossed in eating.

Seeing this young man’s actions made those literary figures look down on him.

"This year, Modu’s literary scene is truly brimming with talent, it’s truly worth celebrating," Sun Bolin said with a smile.

Upon hearing Sun Bolin’s words, Professor Zhang quickly stood and smiled, "It’s all thanks to your guidance, Elder Sun, that Modu produced such talent, your contributions are truly invaluable."

Zhou Tao also hurriedly flattered, "Elder Sun, our poetry club members’ works should have already been reviewed by you, we hope you can offer some guidance."

"Zhou Tao, good reminder, I was just about to address this," Sun Bolin said with a smile.

Then he looked around the crowd and asked, "Where’s Ye Chen? Where is he seated?"

When Sun Bolin saw Ye Chen, he was momentarily stunned.

At that moment, Ye Chen was intently focused on peeling a crab.

"Ye Chen, that’s too rude, while everyone is discussing, you just start eating," Zhou Tao glared at Ye Chen.

He looked at Ye Chen with disdain, believing his behavior in such a setting was really disgraceful.

Sun Bolin saw Ye Chen eating and felt a bit frustrated inside.

But he still suppressed his dissatisfaction and asked, "Ye Chen, was ’Homesickness’ written by you?"

"Oh, so that’s what you’re talking about, that poem wasn’t written by me," Ye Chen shook his head.

Upon hearing this, the entire room erupted.

Xie Yingying looked at Ye Chen in surprise, not understanding why Ye Chen would say this in such a setting.

But seeing Ye Chen give her a look, she understood.

She guessed Ye Chen was modest and didn’t want to steal the spotlight.

Led by Elder Sun, the guests all stared at Ye Chen.

However, Zhou Tao wasn’t surprised, instead, he was secretly delighted.

He didn’t expect Ye Chen to confess before he had the chance to expose him.

In Zhou Tao’s eyes, Ye Chen was just a delivery guy, how could a delivery person possess culture and skill? He couldn’t believe Ye Chen wrote the poem.

Since Ye Chen had confessed, Zhou Tao no longer had to strain to expose him.

Now, Zhou Tao decided if Ye Chen was perceptive enough, he’d let it go.

But when Zhou Tao was feeling pleased, Ye Chen suddenly said, "Indeed, the poem wasn’t written by me, it came to me in a dream, Mengmeng."

With Ye Chen’s words, the room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

No one expected Ye Chen to say that, Ye Chen truly didn’t play by the rules.

These are not three-year-olds; how could anyone believe Ye Chen’s nonsense?

Everyone knew Ye Chen was just unwilling to admit, fabricating a lie.

But if you’re spinning tales, this was insulting to everyone’s intelligence.