620: Chapter 609 620: Chapter 609 “Sunan’s richest man!” Song Yun looked at the middle-aged man with a trace of surprise.
This man was the wealthiest person in all of Sunan, Xin Dong.
He had seen him at a charity gala before, but the man didn’t take much of an interest in him.
After exchanging a few words and leaving a phone number, there was no further contact.
What was he doing here today?
From the airport terminal walked out a man as unfairly handsome as himself, casually pulling along a piece of luggage, a faint smile on his face.
“Qingluan,” Xin Dong called out with a smile.
Song Yun’s pupils shrank suddenly.
“Qingluan?” Song Yun’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.
Then he grabbed Shen Yan and asked, “Is the hotel booked?”
“It’s booked, right in the center of Sunan City.
Let’s go, I only asked you to come and pick me up, you’ve got to get your buddy to the hotel safely.”
“Let’s go.” Song Yun led Shen Yan towards the parking lot, his mind racing.
Why would Qingluan come to Sunan out of the blue?
Nowadays, who didn’t know that Sunan was a quagmire, where anyone who entered would get stuck?
If it weren’t for someone wanting to profit from it, they’d steer clear of this place.
What could Qingluan possibly be thinking?
“I have some buddies throwing a welcome dinner for me tonight.
Come out with us, Song Yun.” After taking Shen Yan to the hotel, Shen Yan said to Song Yun.
“Alright, call me tonight.” Song Yun nodded in agreement and then parted ways with Shen Yan.
On the way, Song Yun immediately made a call to Wang Hu.
“You know the richest man in Sunan, right?
Send a few sharp guys to check out the one called Qingluan he’s picking up from the airport today.
What’s he planning to do in Sunan?” Song Yun instructed.
“Got it.”
When Song Yun got home, he found only Li Yueyue there.
Li Yueyue told him that because Li Shishi’s project was nearing completion, all the women had gone over to help, leaving her alone to find the house empty when she woke up.
“Yueyue, I’m going out to dinner with a friend tonight.
Want to come with me?”
“Sure, why not go for a free dinner?
I was just thinking, if no one’s back tonight, I’d just order takeout, but it looks like I won’t have to.”
“Good.” Song Yun nodded.
He had intended to bring a female companion anyway.
If it was just Shen Yan, it wouldn’t matter much, but since Shen Yan had friends coming, it wouldn’t be too lonely if he brought a lady along.
At the appointed time, he took Li Yueyue with him to Shen Yan’s hotel.
Shen Yan was already waiting downstairs.
Upon spotting Song Yun’s car, he got in, but somehow, there was also a woman next to him – a charming and alluring lady with a stunning figure and beautiful face.
Wealthy people, no matter where they go, really are never short of women.
“Song Yun, who’s this beauty?” After getting into the car and noticing Li Yueyue, Shen Yan also appeared surprised.
Last time it was Li Shishi, Qingluan, and Xiao Qing; now there was another quirky and full of spiritual energy woman.
Song Yun’s women were indeed plentiful, and all stunningly beautiful.
“Hi, Brother Yan.
I’m a friend of Song Yun, my name is Li Yueyue.” Li Yueyue greeted with a sweet smile.
Shen Yan softened at the sound of Brother Yan, hurriedly took out a jade piece from his pocket, and said, “Since I’m brothers with Song Yun, you are my sister-in-law.
Here, take this jade piece.
It’s not worth much; I got someone to fetch it for me in Jiang Province years ago.”
Li Yueyue accepted with a smile, and Song Yun said, “Yueyue, take good care of the thing Shen Yan gave you; this piece of jade is definitely valuable.”
Shen Yan’s companion showed a hint of envy but said nothing.
“By the way, Song Yun,” Shen Yan suddenly seemed to remember something, “this lady is a hot contestant for this year’s Superwoman…
what’s your name again?” Shen Yan asked.
The woman’s face turned awkward, “My name is Guo Meimei.”
“Oh, right right right.
Song Yun, you’ve got to take good care of her,” Shen Yan said.
“What’s that to me?” Song Yun curiously asked.
“Well…” Shen Yan glanced at Li Yueyue and said, “I’ll tell you later when it’s just us guys.”
Song Yun nodded, not pressing the matter further.
Shen Yan’s friends were all in their twenties as well, aspiring to be prodigal sons and scions – so these friends were pretty much of the same mold.
Shen Yan’s friend hosted the dinner at a well-known private club in Sunan.
By six in the evening, many luxury cars were parked outside the club, making Song Yun’s ordinary car look quite unique.
However, the quality of service by the private club’s staff was definitely up to par, still patiently directing Song Yun where to park.
After parking, Song Yun, following Shen Yan, entered the private club.
Normally, everyone needed a membership card, but after Shen Yan produced a gold-colored card, the group was smoothly admitted.
Xiao Xiang Hall, an interesting name.
Song Yun looked at the sign hanging at the entrance, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
“Brother Yan, over here.”
At the end of a corridor in Xiao Xiang Hall, a man who looked no older than thirty waved and called out.
Shen Yan approached with a smile, “Xiao Hao, you made it too.”
“Yeah, when Brother Yan visits Sunan, how could we all not be here?
And who might this be?” The young man glanced at Song Yun and asked.
“This is my buddy, Song Yun, also from Sunan.
You should get to know each other when you have the chance,” Shen Yan said with a laugh, clearly trying to facilitate a connection.
“Hello, hello.
Since you’re Brother Yan’s buddy, you’re our brother too.
If you ever need anything in Sunan, feel free to reach out to us,” Xiao Hao said warmly.
Song Yun knew how to exchange pleasantries too.
After some idle chatter at the entrance, they proceeded into the private room.
There weren’t many people in the private room—about six or seven, all in their twenties.
Seeing Shen Yan bring an unfamiliar face into the room, the people inside were surprised, though they showed no outward signs of it.
“Hello, I’m Wang Xiong, a friend of Shen Yan,” Wang Xiong said with a smile, getting up to offer his hand to Zhao Tiezhu.
“Hello, Song Yun, a friend of this lad too,” Song Yun replied politely, shaking hands with him in return.
Wang Xiong was momentarily taken aback upon hearing Song Yun’s name, then engaged in a bit more fawning conversation with Song Yun.
Shen Yan told everyone, “This is a buddy of mine from Sunan, Song Yun.
When you guys have time, make sure to interact more, alright?
Song Yun, come sit here.” Shen Yan pulled Song Yun to a seat, and Li Yueyue sat obediently beside him like a well-behaved baby.
Those present belonged to the real upper echelons of Sunan’s young elite, not the commonplace rich kids who dye their hair and drive six-figure sports cars.
At this level, these young elites had achieved a status unattainable by others, focusing more on personal cultivation and their family’s reputation.
The so-called rich heirs who frequently engaged in outrageous behavior were usually from second- or third-tier families.