King of Kings, start with a perfect record and strive for the top spot.

"You're still the best!" Ye Wanying gave a thumbs up.

She expressed her incomprehension of this behavior, because scientific research shows that rubbing it yourself will not have any effect; even if it gets bigger, it will only be swollen.

You need your boyfriend's help to promote blood circulation, and you need to use professional techniques to make it effective.

It's somewhat like the dual cultivation method in fantasy novels.

Ye Lan was not someone who liked visiting relatives, and he didn't know most of the people at the graduation banquet.

There was no need to stay any longer, so he poured some apple juice into his glass. Seeing that it was slightly yellow and had dense bubbles, he nodded in satisfaction.

He took his champagne glass, walked out of the main banquet hall, and went to the side hall.

The atmosphere in the side hall was much more harmonious than in the main hall.

These business tycoons, amidst clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, were all showing off their moment of glory.

Dong Zhicheng held his wine glass, listening to the conversation of these bigwigs with a smile on his face, but did not chime in.

Seeing this, Ye Lan curiously leaned over and put her arm around the other person's shoulder. "Boss Dong, why don't you chat with them?"

Dong Zhicheng laughed, "I can't get a word in edgewise when adults are talking. I'd better listen and observe more to accumulate some experience."

"They're just bragging because they're drunk. What's the point of accumulating this kind of experience? You could probably brag even more if you had a few drinks."

Dong Zhicheng smiled but didn't say anything. He knew his own behavior when drunk and wouldn't say such things.

Suddenly, he caught sight of Ye Lan's champagne glass.

"Mr. Ye, how did you pour your champagne? The bubbles are so dense and they don't dissipate!"

Ye Lan grinned. "This isn't champagne, it's apple cider vinegar. My wife is pregnant and can't drink alcohol."

Dong Zhicheng's eyes widened. "How old is President Ye? He's so young and already has a wife? He's achieved success in both love and career. I'm so envious."

As he spoke, Dong Zhicheng tilted his head back and took a sip of the champagne in his glass.

Ye Lan nudged him with her elbow, "What, Mr. Dong, are you still single? Want me to introduce you to a few? Some of my female classmates from high school were quite pretty, and they liked your type."

Dong Zhicheng laughed, "Which type do I belong to?"

"A daddy-type boyfriend who can casually transfer six-figure sums of money and even remember their menstrual cycle."

"Why does it feel like raising a daughter?"

"Everyone says you're the kind of boyfriend who's like a dad."

Dong Zhicheng laughed heartily. He finally understood why Ye Lan was able to spread her products all over the country in just six months.

With that kind of aura, how can he look even slightly like a student?

Moreover, he is quite skilled at conversation, constantly cracking jokes and rarely having a dull moment.

Such people are very successful in business; it's no exaggeration to say they thrive in the business world.

For example, right now, these big bosses who are worth tens of millions and have given so many expensive gifts can't even get into the main hall; they're all stuck in the side halls.

But whose face showed even a hint of displeasure?

This shows how good Ye Lan's relationship with these bosses is.

If it were anyone else, let alone a seat in the side hall, even if the fish head was placed in the wrong direction, they would still get a scolding.

Ye Lan tilted his head back and took a symbolic sip of apple cider vinegar, only to find that someone about his age was staring straight at him.

Ye Lan was immediately puzzled.

This side hall is mostly filled with business owners, but you need to have some seniority to get a seat there.

Most of them are middle-aged people around 40 years old.

If Dong Zhicheng hadn't taken over the family business, he probably would have had to endure a few more years.

But that person was clearly only around 25 years old.

He can't possibly be a boss at that age.

He's very likely sneaking in to freeload a meal.

Just as Ye Lan was about to call out to the other party, Dong Zhicheng suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. Ye, that person is my cousin. He heard that I said there was a dinner party for the bosses here, so he came along to broaden his horizons. He has already given the gift money, so he didn't eat for nothing."

Ye Lan asked curiously, "What, is your cousin also going to inherit the family business?"

Dong Zhicheng shook his head. "No, he's going to a class reunion with his girlfriend in a few days and wants to see how important bosses talk beforehand."

"So he can show off in front of his girlfriend."

Ye Lan's face showed a surprised expression. She was already in her twenties, how could she have such childish thoughts?

They even came to the party specifically to learn how the bosses spoke, which truly shows their good intentions.

Besides, what's the point of bullying a group of students?

Why didn't Ye Lan reveal her identity in the class group?

Isn't it because you think this kind of behavior is too stupid?

We're not even on the same level.

Showing off in front of them doesn't give you any satisfaction at all.

Aside from receiving a screen full of "666" and "Awesome, boss," it's meaningless.

"Dong Liang, come here for a moment." Dong Zhicheng beckoned to the young man.

Upon hearing the sound, the other person immediately ran over.

"Cousin, did you call me?"

Dong Liang sported a slicked-back hairstyle, which stood out prominently among the average Mediterranean-looking group at the dinner.

Dong Zhicheng solemnly introduced Ye Lan, "This is the President Ye I told you about. He is a young man with a net worth of billions, and he is not even 20 years old."

Upon hearing this, Dong Liang's eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open enough to fit an egg.

He recognized the words "not even 20 years old, worth billions, chairman".

Why don't I recognize them when they're put together?

"President Ye, you...you did it." After stammering for a long time, Dong Liang didn't know what to say.

Dong Zhicheng sighed from the side, "Dong Liang, that's a very impolite question. These are all Mr. Ye's business secrets. How could he possibly tell you?"

"Besides, think about it carefully. Even if Mr. Ye tells you his secrets to success, are you guaranteed to succeed?"

"Mr. Dong is right. Everyone has their own path to walk. You don't have to imitate anyone or become anyone. Just be yourself."

Ye Lan gently patted Dong Liang's shoulder, just like an elder giving earnest advice to a younger person.

But in reality, Dong Liang was four or five years older than him.

However, none of the three people present felt that there was anything wrong with it.

There is a sequence to learning the Way.

Age doesn't mean anything; experience is.

Dong Liang's eyes lit up when he heard this. He quickly put down the glass of red wine and took out a pen and a notebook.

"Mr. Ye, what you just said was so insightful. I have to write it down so I can show off at my girlfriend's class reunion in a few days."

Seeing that the other person actually started writing and drawing in the notebook.

Ye Lan also wore a speechless expression.

Why is this guy so obsessed with showing off?

In just one meeting, Dong Liang became Ye Lan's biggest fan.

Ye Lan was very troubled by this; her personal charm was too great, and that was the downside.