Chapter 1788 - 1789: Nearly Identical

Buddha is wearing a set of s u r e and on his right hand

he's got a gold-plated Patek Philippe watch.

You can often tell someone's taste just by their outfit.

Though it's not 100% accurate, it's pretty close.

It's not that s u r e trendy brand and Patek Philippe lack taste, rather they simply

don't match.

Moreover, his Patek Philippe happens to be a dress watch.

The design style of a dress watch is solemn, serious, and meticulous. The best way to wear

it is with a suit, and pairing it with a trendy brand is like a bizarre cuisine that feels odd.

Clearly, his outfit should be worth millions but somehow it comes off looking like it's only worth a few thousand.

Mmm, it has the Kuang State vibe.

Standing in front of the chubby guy, Lin Xi snaps his fingers and chuckles, "Playing, huh?"

"Yo, Brother Xi is here! Hold on a minute, I'll finish this game!"

The chubby guy lifts his head when he hears, greets Lin Xi, then lowers his head again and continues gaming.

Seeing this, Lin Xi and Lin Xian exchange a glance.

Sitting on the sofa, ordering a sister to pour a cup of coffee, Lin Xian pulls out two cigars from his pocket, hands one to Lin Xi, then skillfully lights his cigar.

"This 40th anniversary edition from Gaobas is really nice, I plan to ask someone to get a few boxes for me later."

Taking a puff of the cigar, savoring the aroma in the mouth, Lin Xi appears quite pleased.

Honestly, the reason he's so warm towards Lin Xian is not just because he genuinely wants to be friends

but more importantly, because they share similarities in their personalities and interests.

By the time they reach this level, making friends isn't about money anymore—what matters is a mutual connection.

A few minutes later, the chubby guy puts down his phone, looks at Lin Xian, and says with a smile, "Hey buddy, I'm Zheng Hao, how should I address you?"

Zheng Hao?

Hearing this, Lin Xian raises an eyebrow, showing a bit of an odd expression.

Witnessing this, Zheng Hao hesitates, "Um... is there something wrong?"

Lin Xi is also surprised, casting a puzzled look at both of them.

Slowly breathing out a smoke ring, Lin Xian suppresses his laughter, solemnly says, "Hey buddy, who is Zheng Shuai to you?"

Upon hearing the name, the chubby Zheng Hao exclaims in surprise, "Buddy, you know my second uncle?"

Your second uncle?

Hmm, that's good.

True Shuai, true Hao.

Indeed, there are no outsiders in this family.

This is indeed impressive.

Truth be told, if it weren't considered rude to ask someone's dad's name upon first meeting, Lin Xian reckons he would

have asked what's his dad and grandpa called.

By then, Lin has caught on, covering his mouth to snicker.

Lin Xian nods, "I went to Yasan some time ago and met your second uncle."

"Oh, so we're acquainted, that's great."

Zheng Hao slaps his thigh with delight, "Hey buddy, you've probably seen the specs of my yacht too,"

"7 months since purchase, and only taken out twice. Since we're acquainted, I won't dawdle, how about 220 million, a lucky number, good things come in pairs?"

Lin Xian "???"

Lin stops snickering, also showing utter perplexity.

Is this how business is done in Kuang State?

I just met your second uncle, and you cut a million?

If I were to have dinner with your second uncle, I'd cut another million?

That's truly impressive!

Lin Xian, with a cigar, exudes an aura of a boss, calmly says, "Since you're being so straightforward, I won't be coy either, let's go check out the yacht, if it's fine, let's sign the contract."

"No problem!"

The chubby guy Zheng Hao nods, looks at Lin Xian with some envy, thinking he must also buy a box of cigars to smoke when he returns.

Not for any reason, just one word—cool!

They are about the same age, with Zheng Hao even being one or two years older than Lin Xian.

But right now, Lin Xian, with a cigar in his mouth and a calm expression, exudes a commanding aura of a leader.

On the contrary, Zheng Hao comes off like a high school student.

Although Zheng Hao can be a bit odd, Lin Xian finds him the easiest kind of person to do business with

No mind games, no trouble.

Just one phrase, buy or not?

If yes, great; if not, forget it!

After the deal is struck, the three get up and head for the elevator, ready to go to the club's private dock.

When establishing the club initially, to facilitate, they specifically located the club at Jin Mao Tower, only a few hundred meters from the private dock.

So, the three don't drive, but walk over.

From a distance, Lin Xian sees several luxury yachts anchored on the river.

The dock is bustling; besides those renting yachts, many visitors are there to take photographs.

To add, apart from yacht leasing services, Baojia Yacht Club also offers photography services.

For instance, if someone wants to take artistic or wedding photos and needs a yacht, the club provides locations for a fee.

The fees are high, but the crowd coming for photos never dwindles.

This phenomenon occurs because the dock gathers virtually all of Shanghai's luxury yachts.

Consider this: the membership conditions for Baojia Club are stringent; members must own a yacht

worth no less than 80 million.

Which means at this dock, no yacht is less than 80 million.

Among the many luxury yachts, the most eye-catching and attention-grabbing is Zheng Hao's

super yacht

At 124 meters long, this super yacht resembles a behemoth, with nearby luxury yachts appearing like mere children.

Its futuristic appearance is extremely cool, like an interstellar battleship.

Especially striking is the sleek black Bell 212 helicopter perched on the third deck.

Many tourists pose with cameras and phones, snapping pictures of that super yacht, expressing bursts of exclamations.

"Wow, this yacht is just too cool!"

"Gosh, once I have money, I will definitely buy one like it!"

"Go home, sleep and dream, it'll have everything."

"Ah, to have money is wonderful."

Hearing the tourists' comments, the chubby Zheng Hao beams with pride, pointing at the super yacht,

boasting, "Hey buddy, isn't it cool? If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't sell it!"

"It's really impressive!"

Lin Xian nods, flashing a satisfied smile.

The difference between photos and real objects is considerable. Even seeing pictures in an email before had amazed him.

At this moment encountering the real thing, that sense of impact is overwhelming.

A 124-meter-long yacht might not sound very long.

But in truth, standing before it, only then can one truly perceive its immense size.

Lin Xian doesn't immediately move closer to the dock, choosing instead to stand back, admiring the super yacht.

Lin Xi and Zheng Hao accompany him, interestedly surveying the dock's tourists.

Moments later, he says with a smile, "Let's check out the yacht!"

After that, Lin Xian strides onto the dock.

The dock is genuinely lively, with brides in various wedding gowns taking pictures everywhere, and numerous professional photography teams scattered around.

"Little Brother Lin?"

At this moment, Lin Xian suddenly hears a familiar voice.

He halts his steps, follows the direction of the sound, and notices a tall beauty with a joyful smile watching him from a yacht's deck to the left.

Ann Ran!

Seeing this captivating enchantress once again, Lin Xian is somewhat taken aback and laughs, "What a coincidence, Sister Ann Ran!"