After leaving the Bo family villa, Bao Ye drove straight to the boxing ring and called Si Chen over.
Si Chen, still groggy from sleep, was woken by Bao Ye's phone call, and seeing that it wasn't even ten o'clock, he started questioning his life choices.
"No way, Brother Bo, it's just past nine, and you want me to go to the boxing ring?"
Si Chen shook his head vigorously: "No way, you couldn't drag me there even if you killed me."
But then Bao Ye said something.
Si Chen's eyes instantly lit up, and he said, "Are you serious? As long as I go, you'll let me handle the Beijing project?"
"Brother Bo, are you kidding me?"
The Beijing project had been on the Si Family's wishlist for a long time.
Especially the old man, who mentioned it every day.
If he could secure it, the old man would definitely look at him differently.
Si Chen feared nothing growing up, but he was afraid of two people: Bao Ye and the old man.
Bao Ye said in a low voice, "I'm not joking."
