Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier

”When did Lafite start selling a box set?”

Wang Han drank quite a bit of Lafite and Penfolds on a regular basis.

Occasionally, he would even splurge on a bottle of Romanée-Conti.

But Wang Han had never seen a gift set like this before.

Just by looking at it, he knew it had to be expensive.

”This is a limited-edition collector’s set that Lafite released in 2018. It features ten of their most outstanding vintages since 1986, including three perfect-score years—1986, 1996, and 2003. Only 88 sets were released, and I remember them going for 240,000 at auction.”

Fu Songyang chimed in, answering the question for Qi Sheng.

”Ah Sheng, you really went all out! Let me see what a perfect-score Lafite is all about!”

Despite his words, Wang Han’s hands moved quickly, picking out the three bottles of the perfect-score vintages.

”As long as you can finish it, there’s plenty more at home.”

Qi Sheng hadn’t bought too many—just 40 sets, which he’d tossed in his wine cellar.

He’d drink a bottle or two with his girlfriends on a whim or serve them to friends.

At less than 30,000 a bottle, Lafite was a real bargain compared to Romanée-Conti, which could easily cost over 100,000.

Soon, the kitchen staff began to serve the dishes.

Sautéed finless eel, matsutake and chicken soup, lychee lobster balls, flash-fried grouper with hot oil, braised beef with satay sauce, two kinds of vegetables in superior broth, sauce-grilled cod, vegetarian assorted fried rice...

A state-banquet level grandmaster chef was at work, and naturally, Wang Han and the others were completely won over.

Although the quality felt similar to what they’d had at Zifei.

But they couldn’t deny that this meal brought together the best of the Eight Great Cuisines of China.

It was a creative fusion that drew from a wide range of culinary traditions.

”Ah Sheng, your chef is incredible! Can you ask him if he has any fellow apprentices? If their skills are comparable to his, I’d offer them a 5 million annual salary!”

Wang Han thought of his own cook, who wasn’t even worthy of being an apprentice to Qi Sheng’s chef.

”Five million?”

Qi Sheng smiled and shook his head. ”If he opened his own restaurant, he’d make much more than that.”

”That’s true.”

Wang Han gave up hope.

If the salary was over 5 million, he might as well just eat at Zifei and Yu Tu more often.

After all, he felt the head chefs at those two restaurants were about on par with Qi Sheng’s private chef.

But that was just their perception.

Without a system buff, Zhou Yang and the others were only at the Master Level, a full tier below Lin Rong.

After dinner, Qi Sheng had some tea with them before having Tang De show them to their rooms to rest.

The villa’s first floor was all guest rooms.

The maids, gardeners, and chefs who served the family all lived here.

When guests came, they naturally stayed on this floor as well.

Even the guest rooms had their own private bathrooms and were cleaned regularly.

”We’re both rich, but the gap between us is just ridiculous!”

Wang Han couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh as he watched Tang De turn and leave.

Technically speaking, his own net worth was in the tens of billions.

But for him to be as extravagant as Qi Sheng—hiring a dozen chefs and more than thirty maids to serve him...

Putting aside the question of whether it was wasteful...

The annual expenses alone would be over a hundred million.

’No matter how rich you are, you can’t just squander money like that!’

But it was precisely this kind of lavishness that made Wang Han so eager to get on Qi Sheng’s good side.

Although he was considered a rich man himself...

Compared to a multi-hundred-billionaire like Qi Sheng, he was just small fry.

Spicy King alone put Qi Sheng’s net worth in the hundreds of billions.

And that wasn’t even counting his other companies.

Wang Han reckoned that if all of them went public, Qi Sheng might just become the richest man in the country.

The thought that Qi Sheng had the potential to become the richest man...

...only strengthened Wang Han’s resolve. He absolutely had to hold on tight to Qi Sheng’s coattails.

Even the scraps that fell from between Qi Sheng’s fingers would be more than enough for him to feast on.

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Meanwhile, Qi Sheng, the man whose coattails were so sought after, was on the third floor in the master bedroom, enjoying himself with a woman on each arm.

Miduo and Xue Zhongyun were both locals, and neither had a particularly harmonious relationship with her family.

Their divorces, in particular, had caused no small number of arguments at home.

Going home would just be unpleasant, so staying here at Fort Saint Louis was much better.

They could just wait peacefully for Qi Sheng to take them to see their future parents-in-law.

With Qi Sheng, they ate well and slept well.

Every day they woke up, there were people to wait on them.

Even in ancient times, this was the kind of treatment reserved for a favored imperial concubine, at the very least.

”By the way, Li Chengqian hasn’t been harassing you again, has he?”

Qi Sheng asked, playing with Miduo’s breasts. He thought of Tang Xu, who had knelt and begged him for mercy not long ago, and now inquired about the ex-husband he had nearly destroyed.

”Um... no.”

Miduo, her face flushed, paused for a moment before answering.

If Qi Sheng hadn’t brought him up, she would have almost completely forgotten about Li Chengqian.

”Good for him.”

Qi Sheng picked up his phone, switched to his alternate account, not caring if Miduo saw.

”His current wife is named Han Yue, right?”

Qi Sheng looked at Miduo, asking with some uncertainty.

”You’ve ’bullied’ her a few times, and you’ve already forgotten her name.”

Miduo rolled her eyes at Qi Sheng, but there was no real jealousy.

She and Han Yue were on completely different levels. What was there to be jealous of?

”Haha, what can I do? I’m just too busy. I’d almost completely forgotten about her.”

Not at all embarrassed, Qi Sheng continued kneading the dough.

He found Han Yue on WeChat and sent a voice message.

She replied quickly, sending several 60-second voice messages.

Qi Sheng selectively converted the last one to text.

The long, sappy message made Miduo’s skin crawl with goosebumps.

”Since Li Chengqian has been behaving himself, you can go and file for divorce.”

Qi Sheng couldn’t be bothered to crush Li Chengqian anymore. They were in completely different worlds; it was beneath him.

On the other end, Han Yue, who had been full of anticipation, was stunned when she saw Qi Sheng’s message.

She had thought Qi Sheng was calling on a whim, wanting to experience the thrill of sleeping with another man’s wife. She had even changed into sexy lingerie.