Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1526 - 1500: Vivid Imagination
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Ye Chen is so young and already living in a wealthy neighborhood; truly, youth and talent are his forte.
Upon hearing Wang Jun’s question, Ye Chen felt a bit speechless.
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
This statement left Wang Jun at a loss for words.
After a while, Wang Jun managed to say,
"Brother Chen, you’re so rich now, you surely don’t mind the money I borrowed, right?"
Ye Chen thought this kid Wang Jun was quite opportunistic.
"Having money and paying you back are two different matters, you know?"
The driver overheard their conversation and struggled not to laugh.
He could tell the ages of the two were similar, yet their capabilities were worlds apart.
He couldn’t help but feel wistful.
After driving for over half an hour, the taxi arrived at the airport.
Ye Chen didn’t let Wang Jun pay the fare; he took care of it himself.
It’s not that he looked down on Wang Jun; he just felt a bit guilty for making him go out of his way to pick him up.
"Brother Chen, I checked, and the earliest flight is at twelve. We clearly won’t make the meeting time."
Wang Jun said, frowning.
Actually, if Ye Chen had known the taxi’s license plate number yesterday, they could have driven directly into the private jet terminal.
Now they could only walk in.
All the way, Wang Jun kept prattling on, and Ye Chen felt his head was getting bigger.
He regretted having this guy come to pick him up; driving himself might be tiring, but at least no one would bother him.
Ye Chen simply ignored Wang Jun and continued forward.
"Brother Chen, didn’t you go the wrong way? We barely have enough time, and going the wrong way will waste it."
Wang Jun shouted loudly.
Seeing Ye Chen not responding, he could only follow behind with his doubts.
A pretty female attendant spotted Ye Chen and quickly went to welcome him.
"Mr. Ye, your plane is ready and can take off at any time."
"Okay, thanks for your hard work."
Ye Chen nodded lightly and continued forward.
He could imagine Wang Jun’s astonished expression behind him.
From their dialogue, Wang Jun understood that Ye Chen was actually taking him on a private jet.
It’s not like a regular flight with time restrictions.
Wang Jun didn’t expect Ye Chen, so young, to already own his own private jet.
He had seen on the news that some top celebrities owned private jets.
He knew celebrities earned a lot, but Ye Chen was just a delivery guy—how was it possible?
The scene before him completely shook his worldview.
Ye Chen and Wang Jun arrived at the plane.
Guided by the attendant, Ye Chen boarded the plane.
But Wang Jun stood there, looking at the private jet in front of him with a surprised expression.
He never dreamed he could enjoy such luxury one day.
And it was all thanks to Ye Chen.
"Sir, the plane is about to take off; please board quickly."
The female attendant said politely.
This was when Wang Jun snapped out of his shock.
He hurriedly took three steps at a time to get on the plane.
The internal structure of a private jet is different from regular planes.
It has a dining room, massage room, meeting room, and more, anything you can think of here.
After boarding, Wang Jun roamed around, praising endlessly.
"The life of the rich, so extravagant."
The female attendant also appeared awkward.
Because the plane was about to take off, Wang Jun walking around like that was very risky.
If he were a regular passenger, she would definitely remind him.
But she knew this man was Mr. Ye’s friend, so she didn’t dare say anything, afraid of upsetting Mr. Ye.
"If you don’t want to get hurled around, quickly sit down."
Ye Chen said with an expression of resignation.
It was at this point that Wang Jun settled into a seat, and once seated, he didn’t want to get up anymore.
The seat was so comfortable, seated on it gave a feeling of wanting to fall asleep.
Seeing Wang Jun calm down, the plane took off.
Wang Jun practically slept the entire flight; he only woke when the plane landed, his clothes full of drool.
Leaving others speechless.
"Wang Jun, we’ve arrived."
Ye Chen nudged Wang Jun, who was still dreaming.
Wang Jun wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, reluctantly standing up.
"Brother Chen, we arrived so quickly; I haven’t had enough of lying down."
"Why don’t you continue lying here while I go ahead?"
With that, Ye Chen turned to leave the plane.
"No, no, no, Brother Chen, don’t leave me here, and I can keep lying when we come back."
Wang Jun hurriedly got up to follow Ye Chen.
The two left the airport and hailed a cab.
Ye Chen had already had lunch on the plane. Since Wang Jun was sleeping, Ye Chen didn’t tell the attendant to wake him.
Wang Jun was still hungry.
"Brother Chen, let’s grab something to eat. It’s already afternoon, and I haven’t even had lunch."
"I just had mine, so go grab something yourself."
"Ah, you’re too much; how come you didn’t call me while eating?"
Wang Jun said, looking a bit gloomy.
Ye Chen didn’t respond to him, knowing full well that it was Wang Jun who fell asleep as soon as he boarded the plane.
After getting out of the cab, they found a noodle shop near the hospital.
Wang Jun ordered a bowl of beef ramen and started eating it heartily.
As he ate, he looked at Ye Chen and said.
"Brother Chen, I reckon out of all the classmates, you’re the most impressive."
When Wang Jun said this, he had an envious look on his face.
People their age can hardly afford luxury homes and private jets.
"I guess so."
Ye Chen said casually.
"By the way, Brother Chen, I have something to ask you; you can’t trick me."
As he spoke, he looked around.
"What is it? Spill it."
"Brother Chen, I think you’re not really a delivery guy."
"If I’m not a delivery guy, what do you think I do?"
Ye Chen asked with a smile.
"I think you’re an illegitimate child of some wealthy tycoon who found you and gave you everything."
Wang Jun said, pretending to be mysterious.
Ye Chen felt even more exasperated upon hearing this.
He didn’t expect his middle school classmate’s imagination to be so wild; such a plot he could think of.
"Wang Jun, I think you’re wasting your talents—you should be a screenwriter."
Ye Chen glanced at the man across from him.
"Ah, are you genuinely a delivery man?"
Wang Jun said with a bit of disappointment; he originally thought he had guessed right, feeling quite proud.
"Alright, hurry up and eat, or your noodles will go cold."
Ye Chen prompted, really not wanting to continue talking with this guy.