Chapter 314 - 229: Lin Chu, Do You Want to Be Famous?

Chapter 314: Chapter 229: Lin Chu, Do You Want to Be Famous?

’Either way, I can’t lose.’

The waiter swiped the card. Moments later, nearly the entire waitstaff mobilized, heading to every single table in the bar.

The atmosphere in the entire bar instantly exploded.

What’s going on?!

Who is this big shot?!

Who parties like this?!

Isn’t this way too insane?

Zhou Luan had just joined this group and was chatting with two handsome guys when she witnessed the scene. A waiter quickly brought a Divine Dragon Set to their table as well, announcing it was a gift from the "big shot" at Table 2 and that the gentlemen there welcomed everyone to join them for a drink.

She couldn’t help but glance back at Lin Chu, a terrible feeling washing over her.

And at that moment...

Several very beautiful girls were already making their way toward Table 2.

Zhou Luan took a deep breath. The sense of superiority she had worked so hard to maintain was instantly and utterly crushed.

’That psycho!’

’That idiot!’

’Who the hell parties like that?!’

’Just throwing money at people, is that it?!’

’Bastard!’

’Scoundrel!’

’She was so angry she felt her chest swell up a cup size.’

Not wanting to seem like she was admitting defeat by rushing to join the commotion, Zhou Luan took a deep breath and sent another message to her dad.

"Dad, Lin Chu’s at the bar. I have no idea how much he spent, but he sent a Divine Dragon Set to every single table. He’s gone mad."

Zhou Ming: "That’s not a problem. He has the money, so let him spend it. He’s really just doing it to get your attention."

"Sigh. These tactics are a bit much."

"Forget it, Xiaoluan. Just come home. Don’t bother with him anymore. Listen to your dad on this one—you can’t handle a man like that."

At this point, Zhou Ming also felt he had gone too far.

Way too far.

Partying like this just wasn’t interesting anymore.

’He really is just a young, self-made man. No depth, no sense of propriety in how he does things.’

Zhou Luan stared at the message for a long while. "Dad, what if I created some buzz tomorrow? Something like, ’Young Peng City tycoon spends tens of millions in a nightclub to chase a girl.’ What do you think?"

Those words...

Zhou Ming was instantly alarmed and replied immediately, "Don’t! That would blow things way out of proportion! You can’t play around like that! Be good, listen to me. The romantic games you young people play are just minor squabbles. Once it starts affecting business, it’ll cause real trouble. If he doesn’t like being famous, playing this game will make him turn on me!"

"But he loves being famous!"

"I’ll build him a prodigal playboy persona. Being infamous is still a kind of fame, right?"

"Hold on, I’m going to ask him first!"

Zhou Luan replied quickly. A sudden excitement surged within her, and she strode toward Lin Chu.

By now, Table 2 was swarming with beautiful, chattering women.

Zhou Luan summoned her queenly aura, ignored all the "common riffraff," and pushed two women aside. She walked up behind Lin Chu and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on, I need to talk to you."

Lin Chu glanced at her and chuckled casually. "Go ahead, just say it here."

"Ugh, hurry up," Zhou Luan said impatiently. "It’s important business. It’ll be a great help to your career."

Lin Chu thought for a moment, then stood up, hopped over the back of the sofa, and put his arm around her shoulder as he walked her to the side.

"What’s up?"

Zhou Luan: "Do you want to be famous? Like, a big shot? The kind of famous everyone on the internet knows."

Hmm?

Lin Chu stared at her, his brow furrowing. "Spit it out!"

Zhou Luan quickly explained the plan she had just come up with.

"Look, I have no selfish motives here. This is all for your benefit. I’m even letting myself be used as your pawn. My good name will be damaged, and it’ll be so embarrassing for me if this gets out."

Lin Chu rolled his eyes at her, treating her words as complete bullshit.

’This girl is definitely just trying to satisfy her own vanity.’

’What woman wouldn’t love this kind of treatment?’

’Even if she’s just riding my coattails.’

However...

What she said really did make Lin Chu fall into deep thought.

It wasn’t a bad path to take.

In fact, it was a well-trodden one.

Whether it was the Four Great Young Masters of the Capital, later figures like Qin Fen, or any of the others who flaunted their wealth for various reasons.

People like Kang Hao, or other second-generation rich kids from even wealthier families, had already completed their initial accumulation of capital and built their foundations. They could afford to be low-key and make their fortunes in silence.

But for someone like him, who wanted to gain fame quickly, he either had to build it up over a long period of time or take an unconventional path.

The "elite businessman" route was destined to be difficult. For example, his aircraft project had just started to show promise when a much bigger player stepped in.

And with the golf club and the professional Gold tournament, who knows what obstacles he would have faced if not for his partnership with Mission Hills.

Taking the wealth-flaunting, prodigal-playboy-persona route might make him a target and earn him a bad name.

But it would also have many benefits.

Which tycoon didn’t have a mixed reputation of praise and criticism?

Besides, he was still young. He could give it a try. Even if it didn’t work out and he got hammered for it, he could always just retreat.

At least he would have lived wildly in his youth.

Look at Sicong, isn’t he keeping a low profile these days?

And Wang Moufei, even with his reputation as a cuckold, is still active in the public eye.

Many wealthy families had their second-generation sons marry female celebrities for much the same reason—to build a public profile first and foremost.

As for public opinion, it was all about how you manipulated it.

Down the line, once he was famous enough and older—say, past thirty—if he wanted to "clean up his image," all he’d have to do is some legitimate work and make more appearances at formal events.

Fundamentally, stories of both the "wild youth living lavishly" and the "prodigal son’s redemption" have always been favorites among the people.

As long as he didn’t cross any red lines, like breaking the law or committing crimes, there wouldn’t be any problem at all!

This society had a flexible standard when it came to the rich and famous.

He, on the other hand, had been a bit too stuck in that "cautious and timid" mindset of someone from three generations of poor farmers.

Amidst the pumping music and the wild frenzy of the bar, in such a noisy environment, Lin Chu’s mind was perfectly calm.

He had suddenly thought the whole thing through.

And to take it a step further, if an internet celebrity known as the "Patriarch of Scumbags" could brazenly blow up online without getting canceled, what did he have to worry about?

"Go ahead and post it. I don’t care."

"Woman, you’re just trying to get my attention."

"Do as you please."

Having figured it all out, Lin Chu deliberately adopted a mocking tone, tipping up her chin as he spoke, before turning and returning to his seat.

At the same time, Lin Chu had another realization.

—If his public persona was that of a prodigal playboy from the start, how could it ever collapse?

’The more outrageously I chase after women, the more stable my persona becomes!’

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Whoever said, "Don’t miss out on a good girl, and don’t let a bad girl go to waste," never said what to do when there are too many good girls!

Damn!