Jiang Cheng nodded. "Probably not yet. I've handed the matter over to the company's general manager."
Zheng Zhigang seized the moment. "If you need a design team, our K11 has a professional partner group I can introduce."
After those words, Jiang Cheng gave an awkward laugh.
After all, he'd been to K11 twice, and both visits had ended in complaints.
Luckily, Zheng Zhigang added, "By the way, the hotels Youjun's family built in Casino City are pretty impressive."
He looked at He Youjun. "The hotel your eldest sister built has real character; I visit every time I'm there."
He Youjun smiled. "Yes, our He family put up several landmark buildings in Casino City."
Though he and his eldest sister from the main branch weren't close, he wanted to use the chance to bond with Jiang Cheng.
And in public he had no wish to air family dirty laundry.
With that in mind, he told Jiang Cheng, "Brother Cheng, if you need them, I can put you in touch with that design team. They've handled hotels and office towers worldwide—very experienced."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng grew interested.
He had impressions of several buildings the He family had erected.
After all, omnipotent TikTok kept feeding him clips of luxury watches, designer goods, top-tier Girls, and even those high-end venues.
The architecture in Casino City had a flavor all its own compared to inland China.
Unlike our towers—tall but staid inside and out—they dared to be different.
The He family's structures were so distinctive you remembered them at a glance.
If he could hire such a team for his new project, it would definitely draw more eyes and buzz.
He nodded. "Great, send me their details. I happen to need a hotel next to the top-floor site."
He Youjun grinned. "No problem, Brother Cheng. Whenever you're free, I'll set up a meeting."
He pulled out his phone at once.
"Let's add each other on wechat; I'll message them when I get back and forward you the contact."
Watching He Youjun open Scan and add Jiang Cheng's wechat,
Qin Fen quickly lifted his own phone. "Brother Jun, Brother Jun, let's add each other too?"
Seeing Qin Fen's eagerness, He Youjun smiled, nodded, and flashed his personal QR code.
Meanwhile Chen Hao, who'd been watching closely, also opened his scanner.
Though both He Youjun and Qin Fen hailed from Casino City, their statuses were worlds apart.
He Youjun's father controlled most of the city's industries, whereas Qin Fen's family merely held shares in a middling promoter firm.
Their identities were poles apart.
In Casino City, He Youjun ran with the top boss's son and normally wouldn't give Qin Fen the time of day.
But now Qin Fen was in Jiang Cheng's circle, and the two were clearly tight.
So He Youjun couldn't refuse the friend request.
Seeing them swap wechats, Wang Congcong sighed, "Damn, I wish I owned a landmark on that strip."
Jiang Cheng chuckled. "What's so hard? Have your dad buy you one."
Wang Congcong shook his head. "Doesn't fit Wanda Group's image; he'd never agree. Gotta build my own thing, call my own shots."
Jiang Cheng laughed and poured cold water on the idea. "Start-up? Forget it. Isn't lying around waiting to die sweeter? Don't come begging me for cash next time—I'm broke."
Wang Congcong threw an arm around him. "Stop playing poor. You're dropping fifty bill minimum on that landmark and you claim poverty?"
Jiang Cheng shrugged, looking helpless.
"Because of this project, I'm broke."
"Cut it out. Last time in Kyoto you said the same, then you scooped up Sina and a land parcel—nearly twenty billion total—and you still say you're skint?"
The words left everyone's faces tinged with envy.
Leaving aside their smaller fortunes, none of them had chalked up any real entrepreneurial wins.
He Youjun was still in the start-up phase with nothing to show.
And with the family undivided, the main branch held all the say.
Qin Fen's previous e-sports team hemorrhaged money and had to be sold off.
His current basketball club, though running, remained small-time.
It kept guzzling cash, leaving him perpetually in the red—pure love powering the loss.
Chen Hao was worse.
A couple of years back he'd poured money into projects in Shanghai,
buzzing with energy all year, only to earn less than a few coal-hauling trips.
Since then he'd gone full flat-fish.
He'd simply wait for his parents to retire and hand him the coal business.
No more investing, period.
As for Zheng Zhigang, the company chugged along the same whether he or a pro manager ran it.