C10 The Son of the Richest Man in the World

He quickly replied, "Absolutely, big brother immediately sent me to fetch you. Little lady, please forgive him just this once."

The young girl, after listening to their hurried explanations, finally settled down and began to quietly enjoy her roasted chicken.

Yang Zhiming signaled the young man with a glance, inviting him to have a private chat.

While the girl was engrossed in her meal, the young man quickly approached Yang Zhiming. "Mr. Yang, what's going on? Why did you suddenly ask me to come over?"

Yang Zhiming asked, "How do you put up with this girl's temper? Haven't you ever considered finding someone a bit gentler? I can't even imagine having a girlfriend like that."

The young man whispered urgently, "Shush, Mr. Yang, let's not talk about this. It was hard enough to pacify her just now. If she overhears us, neither of us will have a peaceful day."

As the girl finished her meal, she beckoned them over and inquired, "We're done eating. May I meet the chef who prepared this?"

Pointing to himself with his index finger, Yang Zhiming said, "If you're looking to meet the chef, that would be me. Feel free to speak your mind."

The girl stared at him, astonished. She had never expected the man before her to be the chef capable of creating such a culinary delight. She had always assumed that all chefs were unattractive, portly fellows.

That's what she thought, and she didn't hesitate to express it.

Yang Zhiming looked at her with a resigned expression, "I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't fit the stereotype of the overweight chef you had in mind."

The girl was quite fond of the half-roasted chicken. "What's your secret to making the chicken taste so amazing?"

The young man joined in, "Come on, don't be silly. A chef can't just reveal his secret recipes."

Although the girl looked displeased by his comment, she conceded, understanding that if she could replicate such a delicious roast chicken, she could make a fortune, whether by opening a restaurant or selling the recipe.

The young man quickly steered the conversation elsewhere. "Mr. Yang, even though you offered the roast chicken as a complimentary tasting, you're still running a business. I can't let you take a loss."

Unfamiliar with the local prices, Yang Zhiming tentatively suggested, "I appreciate your generosity. If you really want to pay, then let's call it 100 Mars Coins for the roast chicken."

The young man and his girlfriend were accustomed to the finer things in life, and money was no object for them.

Their eyes widened in astonishment when they learned that such a scrumptious roast chicken was being sold for a mere 100 Mars Coins.

The young man quickly approached and said, "Mr. Yang, you'll be running at a loss with prices like these. As a customer, I'd be willing to pay 5,000 Mars Coins."

Yang Zhiming didn't want to exploit their generosity, yet he was taken aback by their lavish offer. Curiously, he inquired, "I assure you, I'm not joking. I'm actually turning a profit with the cost of materials and seasonings at 100 Mars Coins. By the way, I didn't catch where you're from?"

The young man was forthright, replying with sincerity, "Mr. Yang, your honesty is refreshing, and I'd like to become friends. So, I'll be upfront with you. Are you aware of the surname of the wealthiest individual in Area B?"

It seemed that everyone but Yang Zhiming knew the answer to that question.

Yang Zhiming responded with equal candor, "Given the trust you've placed in me, I wouldn't dream of deceiving you. I genuinely don't know the name of the wealthiest individual."

The woman beside the young man was even more astonished, "Really? How can someone not know the name of the wealthiest person? Where have you been hiding? Or are you just playing dumb?"

Understanding their surprise, Yang Zhiming reflected on how, during the Earth era, even a child on the street could have answered such a question.

Before he could offer an explanation, the young man wrapped an arm around his shoulder and said, "I trust that Mr. Yang is truly unaware. Besides, he has no reason to deceive us; he's oblivious to our identities."

Despite her astonishment, the girl chose to trust the young man's judgment. She clarified, "The surname of the richest person in Mars Area B is He. Make sure to remember that for the future, lest you find yourself in an awkward situation when others bring it up."

Yang Zhiming silently vowed to commit this information to memory to avoid any doubts about his own origins.

Yet, he pondered why these two were so interested in whether he knew the surname of Mars Area B's wealthiest family.

His puzzled expression must have been evident, for the young man stepped forward, extending his hand, "Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Hee Zhen, the son of Mars Area B's most affluent family."

Yang Zhiming had only ever seen the world's wealthiest man on television before. This was his first time being in such close proximity to someone so affluent. Yet, he harbored no intentions of ingratiating himself with the man before him. He was confident that his own craftsmanship and talent would enable him to amass a considerable fortune. Moreover, his ambitions extended beyond merely being the wealthiest individual in a specific region of Mars.

He kept these thoughts to himself, knowing that voicing them might lead others to dismiss him as a daydreamer.

Nonetheless, Yang Zhiming couldn't help but be intrigued by the tycoon's son. As he shook hands with Hee Zhen, he remarked, "I truly never imagined I'd encounter the son of the wealthiest man right here and have the opportunity to serve him my roasted chicken."

Despite his lineage, Hee Zhen didn't exhibit the typical airs of the 'rich second generation' in Yang Zhiming's presence. It seemed he had been won over by the quality of Yang's roasted chicken. "Mr. Yang, there's no need for such formality," Hee Zhen said. "I preferred to keep my identity as the son of the richest man under wraps to avoid the inevitable fawning that comes with it. It tends to make life quite inconvenient."

Yang Zhiming empathized, aware that many heirs to fortunes on Earth often found themselves surrounded by sycophants with ulterior motives.

Hee Zhen, a man of genuine character, had braved the threats of Gold Tooth and his cohorts just to verify the authenticity of a roasted chicken. His generosity was evident when he readily agreed to the price Gold Tooth had offhandedly suggested.

Yang Zhiming nodded, understanding the risks involved when people with nefarious intentions cozy up to someone like Hee Zhen. "I see. So by sharing your true identity with me, Mr. Hee, you're signaling a genuine interest in friendship."

Hee Zhen confirmed with a nod. The woman by his side chimed in, "Count yourself lucky, kid. He's not one to make friends lightly."

Hee Zhen quickly came to Yang's defense, "Don't be absurd. Mr. Yang isn't like that. He refused to inflate the price of his roasted chicken even before he knew who I was. Why would he try to exploit me now?"

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