Chapter Sixty-Two: Borrowing Power

At this moment, Li Xiaoqing felt as if she were dreaming!

“Yang Feng! Are you serious? The Platinum Hotel!” Even her voice trembled as she spoke.

The Platinum Hotel—one of the most luxurious hotels in Jiangzhou! Not only are the expenses exorbitant, but reservations are nearly impossible.

Because of its opulence, many prominent figures and celebrities choose it for their banquets, leaving no chance for ordinary people like them.

So Li Xiaoqing couldn’t believe her ears!

But on the other end of the phone, Yang Feng was exceptionally confident, his tone brimming with pride. “Have I ever lied to you? The day after tomorrow, a businessman will be hosting a banquet there, and my father was fortunate enough to be invited. I can bring you along, invite some friends too! We’ll celebrate your birthday together!”

One had to admit, Yang Feng’s little scheme was well-crafted. As long as he was an invited guest at the Platinum, his friends could enter as well, provided they paid. As a second-generation rich kid, money wasn’t an issue; the real challenge was getting a spot at the Platinum.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Li Xiaoqing finally came to her senses, her excitement bursting forth. “Yang Feng! I absolutely adore you! I must bring my girlfriends along that day!”

Yang Feng chuckled, full of confidence. “Bring them. I’ll cover all the expenses!”

Li Xiaoqing was beside herself with joy. She hung up and immediately went to boast to her friends, inviting the girls closest to her.

No one was unwilling; everyone wanted to witness the legendary Platinum Hotel.

At this moment, Li Xiaoqing was no longer troubled by Jiang Xiaotian’s affairs—she was elated, grateful he hadn’t agreed to come with her, otherwise she would’ve had to find another way to turn him down.

Such a golden opportunity demanded her best performance and appearance; naturally, she couldn’t bring along Jiang Xiaotian, the penniless cousin.

She felt a hint of smugness. It was a pity—she wondered what expression her cousin would have upon seeing her celebrate her birthday at the Platinum Hotel.

Of course, although Yang Yuan really had agreed to bring Yang Feng along, he set certain conditions: they couldn’t join the main banquet.

He was an old hand, well aware of his son’s intentions, but he always spoiled him and promised to get him a wristband.

However, they would only be allowed on the buffet floor. But that was more than enough; celebrating a birthday at the Platinum was already a tremendous honor.

Li Xiaoqing’s family wasn’t poor, but it was still unlikely they could host a banquet at the Platinum. It was every girl’s dream. Now, her boyfriend was willing to celebrate her birthday there—who wouldn’t be thrilled?

That night, Li Xiaoqing fell asleep with a smile on her face, feeling utterly blissful and convinced she’d chosen the right person. She found it funny that she’d been angry at Jiang Xiaotian before—it was entirely unnecessary. They simply belonged to different worlds now.

Meanwhile, as host, Jiang Xiaotian told Lian Yiwen about the event, and the latter immediately set about making arrangements.

His efficiency was remarkable, and with Jiang Xiaotian’s status, he quickly secured a private room.

Jiang Xiaotian sent these details to Yang Yuan, hoping he would be punctual.

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The corpulent owner dared not be careless. He promised to arrive early, never late, but hoped Jiang Xiaotian would give him a few extra wristbands so he could introduce other businessmen as well.

Jiang Xiaotian thought it over—making new acquaintances meant new opportunities—so he agreed without hesitation.

Lian Yiwen was just as straightforward, handing over several blue and red wristbands; his only concern now was to satisfy Jiang Xiaotian.

As for the other details, Lian Yiwen handled everything personally. Normally, such a small banquet wouldn’t warrant his attention as manager, but this time, he even selected the appetizers himself.

Two days passed quickly. Early in the morning, Jiang Xiaotian sent a text to Li Xiaoqing, wishing her a happy birthday and including a red envelope. Though not much, it was a token of his goodwill.

Despite her harsh attitude and disdain for him, today was her birthday after all.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiaoqing returned the red envelope, but her attitude was surprisingly pleasant.

She even said thank you, cousin.

It was strange indeed. Jiang Xiaotian stroked his chin, puzzled; if his cousin didn’t tease him, he considered it a blessing—now she was actually thanking him?

Had she truly changed her ways?

Well, it didn’t matter. They wouldn’t interact much in the future. Whether she changed or not was irrelevant; Jiang Xiaotian only cared that he’d shown his goodwill, and whether she accepted it was her choice.

He tidied up, intending to go out, but Ling’er stopped him.

“Where are you going? You have a banquet tonight—aren’t you going to dress up?”

Jiang Xiaotian scratched his head, unconcerned. “It’s just a meal, nothing special.”

But Ling’er’s face instantly turned cold. “If you’re eating with them, do whatever you like. But I invited you today—if you don’t dress properly, I’ll find someone else!”

That wouldn’t do! Jiang Xiaotian immediately relented, letting Ling’er drag him off to choose clothes.

She watched countless TV dramas, so her taste was modern and sharp—each outfit she picked fit perfectly and was stylish, instantly elevating Jiang Xiaotian’s demeanor.

“It’s true—clothes make the man!” Ling’er nodded in satisfaction.

She bought several sets for him, then chose her favorite for him to wear that night.

At first, Jiang Xiaotian was reluctant, but after looking in the mirror, he had to admit—he looked decent enough, and at least wouldn’t appear awkward beside Ling’er.

Not only him, but the Platinum Hotel’s kitchen was also bustling today. The dishes Lian Yiwen selected for Jiang Xiaotian were all elaborate, many requiring live seafood, keeping everyone busy.

But as the main character, Jiang Xiaotian had never imagined that booking a table, so casually, would stir up such trouble.

He was oblivious to the fact that the entire circle of wealthy Jiangzhou elites was in turmoil!

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Perhaps not everyone knew Yang Yuan, but the name Jiang Xiaotian was familiar to any tycoon involved in the martial arts world.

Such a promising young powerhouse, suddenly hosting a banquet for Yang Yuan—how could they not be envious?

If nothing else, who would dare target the Yang family in the future? No one knew the exact nature of his relationship with Jiang Xiaotian, but no one wanted to risk offending a martial artist by opposing Yang Yuan.

Whether to make connections or sever ties, no one was foolish.

Jiangzhou’s top business magnates had bodyguard martial artists, but most were older and had plateaued, rarely reaching internal energy mastery. Jiang Xiaotian, though only at the peak of external energy, had the ability to kill internal energy experts!

For a time, many envied Yang Yuan’s luck, curious how he had managed to connect with such a powerful ally.

All of this was expected by Yang Yuan—this was precisely the outcome he wanted!

As anticipated, once the news spread, numerous companies sought to collaborate with him. He already owned several auto dealerships, and now, with parts manufacturers joining, profits would soar!

He was shrewd, selecting the most promising companies and promising to bring them to the banquet.

Those executives hoped to use this opportunity to meet Jiang Xiaotian, and their gratitude toward Yang Yuan grew. Any lingering doubts vanished; deals were quickly struck, and Yang Yuan could barely contain his joy.

Still, he dared not defy Jiang Xiaotian’s wishes, so he brought his guests to the Platinum early.

Jiang Xiaotian had already notified the front desk, so after Yang Yuan’s group identified themselves, staff immediately provided wristbands.

Yang Yuan took an extra red wristband, sending someone back with it for his son.

Now, Yang Feng had met up with everyone he’d arranged to see that day.

They were sitting in a café, awaiting good news, and none doubted his abilities.

Yang Feng was sensible; including himself and Li Xiaoqing, there were only five people.

Though today was Li Xiaoqing’s birthday, everyone knew who the true protagonist was.

As they chatted, a chauffeur entered, carrying a wooden box.

Yang Feng spotted him immediately, a smile curling at his lips.

“He’s here.”