After being reborn, the school beauty's entire family knelt down to repent.

He requires waitresses to be young, pretty, sweet-talking, and good at socializing, so as to attract customers and create a lively atmosphere.

He has even higher requirements for DJs, demanding that they not only be proficient in various music styles but also have extensive live performance experience.

He even had a sudden inspiration to have the DJ applicants spin records on the spot, which scared several of them half to death.

"This...this turntable...I...I don't know how to use it..." an applicant stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he nervously rubbed his hands together, avoiding eye contact with Chen Ming.

Chen Ming waved his hand dismissively and said impatiently, "Next!"

Another applicant, trying to appear calm, walked up to the turntable but couldn't find the switch for a long time, and started sweating profusely with anxiety.

"How do you use this thing?" he asked awkwardly, his voice trembling.

"Next!" Chen Ming interrupted him impatiently again.

The last applicant was a young man with an afro who walked in chewing gum and acting nonchalant.

Chen Ming had already planned to give up, but the young man seemed like a completely different person once he stepped in front of the turntable.

With practiced ease, he adjusted the equipment, then his fingers danced across the disc player, instantly filling the entire room with a highly rhythmic melody.

Chen Ming's eyes lit up. This kid has some skills!

"What's your name?" Chen Ming asked, his tone tinged with admiration.

"That's what everyone in the underworld calls me," the young man replied while DJing, without looking up.

"Ah Fei? That's a good name. Okay, you're hired!" Chen Ming made the decision.

"Thanks, boss!" The young man took off his headphones, revealing a confident smile. "I guarantee you'll make your dance hall a blast!"

With Afei around, Chen Ming's dance hall seemed to come alive, as if infused with a soul.

After all, in disco culture, the DJ is the key figure who controls the rhythm of the entire event.

In less than a month, the renovation of the air-raid shelter was nearing completion, and the renovation of various shops was also completed one after another.

The walls were freshly painted, the wiring was neat and orderly, and the lighting was bright and soft.

The air was filled with the smells of paint and new furniture, signaling that the place was about to be completely transformed.

The first attraction to be seen is a food street with a dazzling array of options, the air filled with enticing aromas.

From local delicacies to famous dishes from all over the country, you can find everything.

The various grilled delicacies are mouthwatering and dazzling.

Next to the food street are trendy clothing stores, with the latest fashions displayed in their windows, attracting passersby to stop and look.

Men's clothing is dashing and handsome, women's clothing is fashionable and beautiful, and children's clothing is lively and cute. All kinds of styles are available.

Besides clothing stores and food streets, there are all kinds of shops, such as barbershops, bookstores, audio-visual stores, game arcades, general stores, etc., with everything you could want.

The dazzling array of goods is overwhelming and leaves one breathless.

"Who is this Chen Ming? I've never heard of him before."

A bookseller asked, pushing up his glasses and looking eager to learn.

"I heard he came back from the south, and he's supposedly the son of some big boss."

Another stationery shop owner whispered,

"I don't know if it's true or not."

"The son of a big boss? That's unreliable! I've seen plenty of spendthrifts, but very few of them can actually make a living in business."

The shoe seller started yelling again.

Chen Ming ignored their gossip. He was a master of publicity and not one to make a fortune in silence.

In order to make this underground business empire quickly become popular, he devised a series of publicity strategies.

He contacted local newspapers and television stations and spent a lot of money on advertising.

The newspaper carried a large advertisement, with eye-catching headlines and beautiful pictures that attracted readers' attention.

A captivating promotional video was also shown on television, its dynamic visuals and pleasant music leaving a lasting impression.

The main streets of the city were also covered with colorful posters.

The signs were printed with various enticing slogans, attracting passersby to stop and look.

Young people were handing out flyers everywhere.

They enthusiastically introduced the various promotional activities of the underground shopping street to passersby.

Chen Ming even hired people to hold up signs and parade in the streets to promote his shops and dance halls.

The parade was grand and imposing, with colorful flags fluttering and drums beating loudly, attracting countless onlookers.

"A Century-Old Underground Market, Leading the Trend!"

"The underground shopping street is now open! A dazzling array of goods, everything you could want! Plus, a super-exciting disco hall to bring you a different kind of excitement!"

"Free to join! Free to join! Let you make a fortune!"

"The boss promises a 50% increase in product sales! What are you waiting for? Join us now!"

These exaggerated slogans, coupled with the novel concept of an underground shopping street, quickly attracted the attention of the entire city.

Shop owners from all walks of life were discussing it, with mixed feelings of belief and skepticism.

Chen Ming offered a very attractive deal: all shops would be rent-free for the first three months!

Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch; he would take a 30% cut afterwards.

These words immediately caused an uproar among the merchants.

"This kid, is he crazy?" a shoe store owner exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Rent-free? How does he make money?"

"Exactly, this doesn't sound reliable at all!" A small appliance store owner nearby chimed in.

"Could they be playing some kind of word game to trick us later?"

"I think he's probably a conman!" a woman selling glasses interjected, her tone full of disdain.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch! Even if a pie falls from the sky, you still have to consider whether you can handle it!"

However, some businesses were attracted by Chen Ming's grand promises.

"A 50% increase in sales? That's a significant number!"

A young man selling clothes had his eyes sparkling; he was clearly tempted.

"If it can really increase sales by this much, a 30% commission is not unacceptable."

Another woman selling food also hesitated, weighing the pros and cons.

"But can this underground shopping street really attract that many customers?" a toy shop owner asked.

"After all, it's underground, where there's no sunlight. Would people be willing to go down and explore?"

"Yeah, what's Chen Ming up to? Running a shop underground? Is it some kind of scam?"

A clothing store owner said with a sneer, clutching Chen Ming's flyer tightly in his hand, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Who knows?" Another snack shop owner expressed skepticism, stroking his stubble as he said.

"But his promise of a 50% increase in product sales is just too outrageous! Even a god couldn't do that!"

The short, plump proprietress said, "50%? He must be out of his mind! These young people nowadays have more big talk than athlete's foot!"

"Stop talking, let's take a look first!" the young man selling clothes interrupted him.

"What if it's true? We'd be missing out big time if we didn't take this opportunity!"

For a while, various discussions arose one after another.