Who Needs a CEO? I Choose Stardom

Just as he’d said, if he really fell down, he’d probably be trampled to death.

Once on the dance floor, Ni Guangli started jumping around excitedly.

He didn’t bother with any particular dance moves; he was just there to have a blast.

Even at his age, he could shake it better than the young people.

With the refined air that came from generations of family wealth, combined with his good looks and stylish clothes, Ni Guangli was hands down the coolest old guy in the place!

The kind that practically shimmered with the glow of RMB.

If Ni Bingyan hadn’t been watching him so closely, several beautiful women would have tried to cozy up to him!

No wonder he was so successful at robbing the cradle back in the day.

Sigh!

Poor Ni Bingyan had only inherited classical dance skills from her body’s original owner; she had no idea how to actually dance at a club.

Fortunately, the moves weren’t difficult. After watching for a moment, she seamlessly blended into the crowd.

Ni Bingyan was careful to keep her distance from everyone, wary of getting groped or aggressively hit on, but by the time she’d finished a song and returned to their booth, nothing of the sort had happened.

Twisting open a fresh bottle of water, Ni Bingyan took a sip and looked around, quickly coming to a conclusion.

’This place seems pretty upscale. The music isn’t some generic pop trash, and the guests aren’t dressed in cheap clothes. The clientele must be of a higher caliber; they wouldn’t stoop to such thuggish behavior.’

As Ni Bingyan breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

Her dad had lived in Rongcheng City for so long; how did he know his way to a place like this so well the moment he arrived in Beijing?

Ni Guangli had no idea what she was thinking. If he had, he would have told her that when you’ve lived as long as he has, and you’re a well-connected boss, you’re bound to have friends all over the world!

Besides, there were car enthusiast groups, charity groups, and the like—small circles filled with wealthy people.

Everyone used their real names, often collaborated on business, and occasionally held offline events, which is how they all got to know one another.

It was only natural to receive a warm welcome when visiting someone’s home turf, so just asking for a good place to take his family for some fun? That was a piece of cake.

Seeing his daughter sticking to his side, her eyes glued to him, treating clubbing like it was some kind of mission, Ni Guangli was speechless. He simply took her to pay the bill and they left.

The nightclub manager grinned from ear to ear, holding a hefty tip. Ni Bingyan’s mind was racing, ’It’s over. I’m stuck with a spendthrift dad. I have to work even harder now.’ Meanwhile, Ni Guangli was thinking, ’Looks like my girl doesn’t like this kind of place.’

’Got to switch it up!’

He refused to believe that she didn’t like anything besides studying!

The two of them left the club. With Ni Bingyan driving, she followed her dad’s directions to a narrow alleyway.

A few dozen meters into the alley, they made a right turn and found an open-air food stall that specialized in crayfish.

When they arrived, the owner was working feverishly over the stove. Hearing a voice call out, he looked up, his eyes instantly crinkling into a smile.

"Grandmaster? You’re finally here! My master called a few days ago and told me to be sure to give you the best service!"

The young man was wearing a mask while he cooked, so it took Ni Bingyan a few glances to recognize him as one of her eldest senior brother’s disciples.

Her family had so many disciples and grand-disciples that Ni Bingyan couldn’t keep track of where everyone worked, but she generally remembered the basics about each of them.

Take this Shunzi, for example. Because his wife was a Beijing native and an only child, he had followed her and settled in Beijing.

Although Beijing is a sprawling city where it’s tough to make a living, he was an excellent chef and had a knack for marketing. Even though he only ran a small food stall in this little alley, he had more repeat customers than he could count.

Just two years after getting married, he’d already bought his own place and moved out of his in-laws’ house.

"Shunzi! How’s business? Running into any trouble? If anything comes up, you have to let the family know!"

Ni Guangli treated all his disciples and grand-disciples the same way, and they all appreciated it.

"Not at all! Business is booming! I sell crayfish in the summer and lamb soup in the winter. Sometimes I get so tired I don’t even want to open, but the regulars keep calling, one after another, haha!"

Shunzi had been properly trained in Sichuan cuisine, but now he was pouring all his energy into perfecting just crayfish and lamb soup, essentially abandoning most of his other skills. He couldn’t help but feel a little inadequate in front of his Grandmaster, so he tried to talk himself up a bit.

Ni Guangli could see right through him, but he wasn’t angry. He just smiled and nodded.

"A young man with a family needs to be diligent! That’s the way!"

After they exchanged a few more pleasantries, Shunzi handed a freshly cooked plate of crayfish to a server, then took off his mask and grinned at Ni Bingyan.

He was a few years older than Ni Bingyan, yet he respectfully called her "Auntie." "Auntie, why don’t you take Grandmaster to a table first? I’ll whip up something special for you two!"

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