Chapter 1739 - 711: Making the Rounds for Favors

Chapter 1739: Chapter 711: Making the Rounds for Favors

In Huaxia there are actually a lot of state guesthouses; Fishing Platform isn’t the only one.

In most provincial capital cities, there’s at least one state guesthouse.

It’s just that Fishing Platform is the most special one among them.

This architectural complex, with at least 800 years of history, was originally an imperial garden in ancient times and can roughly be traced back to the Jin Dynasty.

"Also, something not many people know is that this place is actually a public institution, under the Hotel Administration Bureau of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Precisely because of that, although it operates externally as a hotel, it doesn’t have any star rating..."

After taking Young Master Qiu’s Maybach straight to their destination on the east side of Yuyuantan, the moment he got out of the car, Qiu Zeyu started chatting away.

Unlike those second generation rich kids who only know how to eat, drink, and play, Qiu Zeyu is probably the most educated and well‑traveled of all the second gens Zhou Wang knows.

As far as Zhou Wang knows, he has at least two master’s and PhD degrees from well‑known foreign universities... yeah, if not for that, just relying on family connections, Qiu Zeyu wouldn’t have been able to land an executive position at Douyin Group.

So our Young Master Qiu, one of the Beidou Four Young Masters, is a bona fide man of culture.

His style is also the most steady among the second gens Zhou Wang has seen—no matter where he goes, he always drives that low‑key Maybach... uh, a "low‑key Maybach" does sound a bit weird as a description, but judging from Qiu Zeyu’s actual financial strength, a Maybach really is already low‑key.

"But the environment, the decor, and the security... they’re not inferior to a five‑star hotel, right?"

Strolling through the classical‑style garden, Zhou Wang looked around, his gaze sweeping over the fully armed guards at the gate as he clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Of course. In fact, by quite a few people’s own standards, this place should be ’above five‑star’."

"Then how much does it cost to stay here for one night?"

Miss Wang, holding onto Qiu Zeyu’s arm, asked curiously.

It was her first time here as well. Maybe because this kind of venue carries a natural sense of authority, it feels a bit out of sync with the tone of the entertainment industry, so celebrities rarely come here.

"The most basic rooms are about three hundred US Dollars; better ones might be six or seven hundred US Dollars. The best should be suites like Building 12, Building 18. I once heard someone say they go for fifty thousand US Dollars a night, though I’m not sure if that’s true..."

Qiu Zeyu shrugged as he answered.

"That price really does feel a bit ’above five‑star’."

Miss Wang exclaimed, and Zhou Wang also chuckled.

With his current experience, a hotel that costs tens of thousands per night doesn’t surprise him anymore, but considering the inherent high‑end aura of this place, the price is somewhat unexpected yet perfectly reasonable.

Chatting and joking all the way, they arrived at the banquet hall and stepped into the private room Young Master Qiu had booked in advance. The extra‑large round table, big enough to seat more than ten people, startled Zhou Wang at first glance.

"Are a lot of people eating with us today?"

"Of course not, just a few of us... but the private rooms here don’t come in small sizes."

Qiu Zeyu explained with a bit of amusement, "Generally, to eat here you not only have to book a month in advance, you also need at least eight people to make a reservation."

Zhou Wang understood. Young Master Qiu definitely hadn’t booked it a month ago—he must’ve pulled some strings.

"Actually, Jiang Minghao wanted to come too, but I wasn’t quite sure about your attitude, so I politely turned him down... uh, this private room is something he helped arrange; his aunt used to be one of the leaders here."

After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Zeyu still chose to make things a bit clearer.

"Jiang Minghao?"

Zhou Wang was taken aback, his eyes narrowing slightly.

After the cake of Wangzhou Pharmaceutical was divided, Zhou Wang and Jiang Minghao both stepped back a little, and for the moment they’re in a state of clear separation, leaving each other alone.

But Zhou Wang knew that was only a temporary facade.

Whether it’s him or Jiang Minghao, if given the chance, neither would mind taking the other out in one move.

The fact that the other side actually wants to have dinner with him... Zhou Wang certainly wouldn’t naively believe he has any good intentions.

"About my ’bankruptcy’—are there already some rumors circulating outside?"

"Brother Dog is Brother Dog. I’d barely started and you’ve already guessed what he’s planning."

Qiu Zeyu sighed with a smile. "Yes. Right now in the Beidou circle, a lot of people know you’ve run into some kind of trouble, and there’s no shortage of folks wanting to kick you when you’re down. Jiang Minghao hinted to me that, if possible, he’s willing to buy up all the equity you hold at a price far above market... including Douyin and Wangzhou Pharmaceutical."

"He still wants to turn the tables on me? Dream on!"

Zhou Wang let out a cold laugh.

Letting Jiang Minghao take a stake in Wangzhou Pharmaceutical was a compromise made after weighing the situation, but that bastard still isn’t satisfied—how long has it even been, and he’s already thinking about directly becoming the major shareholder.

Even though he outwardly showed disdain, Zhou Wang still grew wary inside.

Because the long period ahead is going to be his weakest phase, and he has to guard against anyone making trouble.

"As long as you’ve got it clear in your mind, that’s fine. But Brother Dog, if you really need any help, whether capital or connections, I hope the first person you think of will be me."

That was when Qiu Zeyu spoke up.

Zhou Wang’s first reaction on hearing this was actually a bit of discomfort.

Could it be that Qiu Zeyu is also secretly plotting something...

But when Zhou Wang turned his head to meet his gaze, he saw that Qiu Zeyu’s eyes were filled with sincerity, without any other hint.

Zhou Wang fell silent for a moment.

Maybe because of Qiu Zeyu’s Age and the responsibilities he carries, among this circle of brothers around him, there’s a natural sense of distance between Zhou Wang and him, not the same closeness he has with Young Master Zhang and the others.