Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group

”This calligraphy is so crooked it makes one burst out laughing,” Zhou Tao said.

Ye Chen ignored Zhou Tao, put down the brush, and left with Xie Yingying.

Seeing Ye Chen leave, Zhou Tao hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: ”Why are you leaving like this without hearing what I just said?”

At this moment, Sun Bolin, who had been in a state of shock, suddenly spoke.

”Zhou Tao, come to me immediately.”

From Sun Bolin’s voice, you could sense his anger.

Elder Sun, who was always kind and amiable, actually had a moment of temper, which startled Zhou Tao.

He didn’t understand what he had done wrong to make Elder Sun so angry.

”Elder Sun, I?”

Zhou Tao was also taken aback.

Sun Bolin didn’t pay attention to him but looked in the direction Ye Chen left and, with trembling voice, said, ”The younger generation is truly formidable. The rise of Modu’s literary world depends on Ye Chen.”

His words left everyone present with a shocked expression on their faces.

Two People walked out of the hotel, and Xie Yingying looked at Ye Chen with admiration.

”Yingying, is there something on my face?” Ye Chen asked with an expressionless look.

”Not at all, Brother Ye Chen, you’re truly amazing. I noticed when you finished writing that poem, their expressions were very interesting,” Xie Yingying said with a silly smile.

”Silly girl, I’ll take you back to school,” Ye Chen said with a smile.

Now, Xie Yingying really thought Ye Chen was incredible in literature.

Being someone that Elder Sun, the literary world titan, values, there are barely five in all of Modu.

The Brother Ye Chen beside her is one of them; how could that not make her happy?

”Yes, okay,” Xie Yingying nodded and said.

Ye Chen laughed to himself, not expecting that using the system’s reward, he once again embarrassed those literati.

Thinking about Zhou Tao’s face turning green with anger made him feel very satisfied.

After all, this brainless man provoked his junior Xie Yingying; this was just teaching Zhou Tao a lesson.

Ye Chen knew this move was more effective than directly confronting Zhou Tao.

Of course, he also knew Zhou Tao’s night would be far from pleasant.

At the Literary Society meeting, Zhou Tao looked extremely pitiful, as Sun Bolin continuously reprimanded him.

This was the first time Elder Sun had reprimanded a junior in such a manner.

It seemed Zhou Tao’s performance tonight really displeased Elder Sun, resulting in this scenario.

”I’m not sure why Professor Zhang thinks you have talent and keeps recommending you to join Modu Literary Society.”

”Today, you’ve really opened my eyes; I think Professor Zhang should choose people more carefully in the future.”

Because of Zhou Tao’s actions, Professor Zhang was also implicated.

Even though being reprimanded by Elder Sun in such a setting, Professor Zhang dared not say a word.

He could only listen obediently.

Professor Zhang felt very aggrieved; even at his age, he was publicly scolded.

He could see Elder Sun was genuinely angry.

None of those present dared to make a sound.

Everyone knew Elder Sun was in a rage now; whoever spoke would be inviting trouble.

At the banquet, except for Elder Sun’s scolding, there was no sound at all.

After Sun Bolin finished venting his anger, he calmed down.

He glanced at the person beside him and said, ”Frame Master Ye’s poem for me and hang it in my study.”

The man next to Elder Sun took the paper with the poem from Zhou Tao’s trembling hands.

Zhou Tao was now trembling with fear.

Yet he was still somewhat unyielding: ”Elder Sun, Ye Chen’s handwriting is really ugly, and the poem is just average.”

Professor Zhang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: ”Zhou Tao, shut up. Your main flaw is your lack of humility. Given your current mindset, catching up to Ye Chen’s level is likely impossible.”

Professor Zhang’s remark was very clear, implying that he and Ye Chen are not comparable.

In fact, he and Zhou Tao were quite close, but he showed no mercy at all, fearing Elder Sun might get enraged again.

As soon as Elder Sun scolded those few sentences, Professor Zhang felt embarrassed.

After all, Zhou Tao was recommended to Elder Sun by Professor Zhang, so the fault was partially his.

Elder Sun glared at Zhou Tao and said, ”Zhou Tao, your arrogance makes you unfit for the poetry society. I fear the president must select someone else.”

Being the president was what made Zhou Tao haughty.

Without this halo, he was nothing.

After glaring at Zhou Tao, Elder Sun turned to leave the place.

Ye Chen, of course, was unaware of the events unfolding in the banquet hall or that Zhou Tao lost his position as president because of it.

He drove and dropped Xie Yingying off at school, then headed towards home.

At that moment, his phone rang, and seeing it was an unfamiliar number, he answered the call.

A somewhat aged voice came through the receiver, sounding as if the person were fifty or sixty years old.

”Is this Ye Chen?” an elderly voice sounded.

”Who are you?” Ye Chen asked.

The tone of the person on the other side didn’t seem like someone he was familiar with.

”I’m Sun Bolin, we just met in the banquet hall,” the other person said.

”Oh, Elder Sun, what do you need from me?” Ye Chen said indifferently.

Were it anyone else, they would have already been extremely excited — after all, the other person was a titan of the literary world, calling him directly.

Moreover, meeting someone like this was a dream for many.

”Ye Chen, I’d like to visit your place. Are you available?” Sun Bolin said with a somewhat awkward expression.

”I haven’t gone home yet, visiting is unnecessary,” Ye Chen straightforwardly declined.

Hearing Ye Chen say that made Sun Bolin’s face flush.

Usually, he was the one doing the refusing; no one had refused him yet.

Ye Chen didn’t want Elder Sun visiting because of his luxurious residence.

Just think, how could a delivery man live in such a place?

”Oh, I see, talking outside works as well,” Sun Bolin quickly said.

He was afraid Ye Chen might hang up, thus squandering his chance.

Realizing Sun Bolin was sincere, Ye Chen felt embarrassed to refuse.

After all, the other person’s age was similar to his parents’, deserving of some respect.

”Alright, let’s meet at the tea house,” Ye Chen thought for a moment and said.

He felt that someone like Sun Bolin probably enjoyed quiet places and knew that Sun had something important to discuss.

If there’s a discussion, it’s necessary to find a quiet environment.