Chapter Fifty: The Temptation of the Elder Sister

At some point, the owner of the spicy hotpot stand had quietly slipped away into the shop within Chen Feng’s family home. No one noticed his departure, nor did anyone care. Every person savored the special Urine Beef Balls to their heart’s content, and all were deeply satisfied—one hundred yuan, well spent indeed.

Outside the Chen family’s establishment, a long line had already formed. The Urine Beef Balls sold out at astonishing speed, and even Chen Feng couldn’t help but sigh—what he’d once thought was an exaggeration in the films proved to be not so far-fetched after all!

One evening, he harvested twenty achievement points. Chen Feng was thoroughly pleased; to him, achievement points were far more precious than banknotes. In a daze, he felt the complete Super Soldier Serum drawing ever closer within reach.

“Chen Feng, can we talk?” Just as Chen Feng was still immersed in the joy of his achievements, an elegant voice sounded in his ear, accompanied by a faint, captivating fragrance that lingered in the air.

It was Xiao Yu!

Chen Feng snapped out of his reverie and looked at her. “Chairwoman Xiao, it’s you?”

Xiao Yu offered a gentle smile and continued in that refined voice, “Well? Are you interested?”

“Yes, of course!” Chen Feng replied without hesitation. “Since Chairwoman Xiao has invited me, how could I possibly refuse?”

With that, he turned back to greet his parents and asked them to escort Fang Yue home. Then, he followed Xiao Yu and climbed into the Maserati, worth millions.

The pure white Maserati was a symbol of absolute prestige on Sihai Street. Chen Feng, in all his years, had only ever seen such cars on the road; this was his first time sitting inside one. What’s more, the intoxicating fragrance that filled the car, emanating from Xiao Yu herself, was impossible to ignore—an allure that defied description.

He could tell, without a doubt, that this was no perfume, but her own natural scent.

Xiao Yu drove at a steady pace, and the two exchanged few words along the way. Soon, she brought Chen Feng to a pristine white building on the outskirts of town. Chen Feng recognized it immediately: one of Jiangzhou’s most renowned luxury clubs. Ordinary folks had no business entering here; only those with real standing could gain admittance. This was the true playground of Jiangzhou’s elite.

Xiao Yu produced a golden card and handed it to the guard, who promptly let them through. The building, a grand European-style mansion, was the work of a genuine landscape master. While its main structure was European, it was tastefully interspersed with pavilions, bridges, and streams—an elegant blend of East and West that felt harmonious rather than discordant.

“Please, come in,” Xiao Yu said, opening the door to a suite.

Inside, the décor was both refined and sumptuous. In addition to the outer office with its desk and bookshelves, the inner room featured a sofa and wardrobe, making it clear that Xiao Yu used the space for both work and respite.

“Have a seat anywhere you like,” she gestured toward a pure white sofa. Removing her coat and hanging it on the wall, she ran her fingers casually through her hair—a simple gesture, yet one that radiated an irresistible femininity.

“Thank you,” Chen Feng replied, settling himself somewhat awkwardly on the sofa.

Xiao Yu pressed a button on the desk, and soon a courteous attendant entered. “Miss, what can I get for you?”

“Prepare a cup of black tea for me. And you?” Xiao Yu asked Chen Feng with a smile.

“Um... anything is fine,” Chen Feng replied, rubbing his hands nervously. He could never have imagined setting foot in such a place, especially in the company of a beauty like Xiao Yu. For him, it was impossible not to feel anxious.

Even though the Extraction System had transformed his life, he was still far from accustomed to such heights.

“Two black teas, then,” Xiao Yu said to the attendant with a smile.

“Certainly.” Within a minute, two steaming cups of tea were delivered. The attendant quietly withdrew.

In a club of this caliber, attendants rarely appeared unless summoned by the push of a button. Xiao Yu took a delicate sip of tea and turned her gaze on Chen Feng, studying him.

To be honest, Chen Feng hardly looked the part of an upper-class youth; if anything, he resembled a regular citizen’s son, his unease and nervousness in the face of such grandeur written plainly across his features. Yet, despite his tension, Xiao Yu sensed a quiet confidence about him—different from ordinary self-assurance. It was as if he believed he would one day belong in places like this, not as a guest, but as a rightful member.

Having built her own empire from scratch and met countless people, Xiao Yu found herself genuinely intrigued by Chen Feng.

“Young man, there’s no need to be so nervous here. Just think of it as your own home,” she said, crossing her legs in a posture that was at once inviting and mesmerizing.

“Ah, yes, of course,” Chen Feng replied, swallowing unconsciously at the sight. When Xiao Yu turned on the charm, she could ensnare any man’s heart.

Watching his awkwardness, Xiao Yu let out a melodic laugh. “Little brother, I have a business proposition for you. Would you be interested?”

“A deal?” Chen Feng gathered himself, speaking quickly. “What kind of deal?”

“I’m interested in buying the recipe for your Urine Beef Balls. Name your price, and I’ll pay it.” Xiao Yu waved her hand with a hint of authority. “If you agree, I can give you ten million.”

Ten million?

Chen Feng licked his lips. The gap between people truly was immense. He had struggled for the title of the city’s best athlete and received a mere thirty thousand in scholarships, yet here she was, offering ten million without a second thought.

For most families, ten million was an unattainable dream.

But…

Chen Feng merely sighed. He knew better than anyone that while ten million was astronomical to him now, with the Extraction System at his disposal, it would soon be a mere drop in the ocean.

“I’m afraid that won’t do,” he replied with feigned hesitation. “I put a lot of effort into developing this recipe. I’m not ready to sell.”

Seeing his reluctance, Xiao Yu couldn’t help but laugh. Chen Feng might seem utterly bewitched by her, but when it came to the crux, he wouldn’t budge. Not such an easy mark, after all. She laughed again, “Don’t pretend with me, little brother. I’ve met plenty of actors in my life, and their performances are far more convincing than yours. Is it the price you’re unhappy with? If it is, just say so. I can raise my offer. How about thirty million?”

A twenty million increase in a single breath!

Chen Feng exhaled slowly, then replied, “Sister, do you think I should slaughter the golden goose, or let it keep laying golden eggs?”

Xiao Yu suddenly realized this young man was no fool. He might not have seen much of the world, but he understood perfectly well the value of his Urine Beef Balls. She smiled and said seriously, “In that case, let’s try a different approach. You contribute your technique, I’ll handle raw materials, production, promotion, and marketing. We split the profits—thirty percent for you, seventy for me. What do you think?”

Chen Feng was tempted. He frowned slightly, then said earnestly, “If that’s the arrangement, I could consider it.”

“Let’s do a forty-sixty split—you forty, I sixty,” Xiao Yu offered sweetly, her tone enticing.

Forty-sixty?

Chen Feng was taken aback. But Xiao Yu was determined; no matter what, she would persuade Chen Feng to sign with her tonight. She had realized the immense value of his Urine Beef Balls—so delicious they could take the country by storm if mass-produced. She was confident that, with her means, she could make them as famous as the legendary Lao Gan Ma chili sauce.

She’d even tried having other chefs replicate the recipe, but to her frustration, though many watched, not one could discern the precise method or recreate the flavor.

Before Chen Feng could respond, Xiao Yu pressed on, “Little brother, forty-sixty is my bottom line. You’re not a businessperson, and I won’t play games with you. Forty-sixty.”

“Very well,” Chen Feng said, spreading his hands. “Since you put it that way, how could I refuse?”

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but Chen Feng added, “Sister, I should be upfront—just because you have the recipe doesn’t mean anyone can replicate my standard. At best, they’ll achieve sixty or seventy percent of my level. Most people simply don’t have my skill.”

In the movies, Stephen Chow’s Urine Beef Balls could also be mass-produced, and Chen Feng knew the trick, but even so, the taste and bounce were markedly inferior. Still, they were delicious.

“No problem,” Xiao Yu replied with a smile. “If you have any other requests, now’s the time to mention them.”

“Of course I do,” Chen Feng answered with a grin, looking at her.

(Everyone’s been incredibly supportive! Here’s the deal: if tomorrow’s recommendations reach three thousand, I’ll release three chapters in one day!)