Chapter 112: Good Night (Fifth Update)

In the afternoon, upon returning to Tianning, Yang Fan made a round at the company. Since wages had been paid this week, it was effectively the start of the Lunar New Year holiday.

Nowadays, working at Fanmei Company was considered an honor; the benefits and compensation had been steadily increasing.

But this was only the beginning. The film and talent management branches were still in the investment phase. The live streaming platform was the first to become profitable. The luxury goods company planned to launch its first limited-edition jewelry piece to the public next year.

The jewelry designer had been highly sought after and well-paid by Yang Fan; it was said she designed only one piece annually.

Thanks to the official release of the virtual marriage system last night, the animation and gaming branch had set the country abuzz. Because the number of robot children was limited, anyone beyond the first two hundred would need to pay to acquire one.

Thus, this morning saw a genuine surge in virtual marriages.

Just the amount of virtual currency involved was already staggering.

Yang Fan himself had no idea how much money he currently possessed, as his finances were managed by Lin Ruo. Even Liu Haoyu dared not disregard Lin Ruo's words.

But that was beside the point. The key was that next year would be a soaring year for Fanmei. The Bianhua flower girl group, limited-edition jewelry, a variety of commercial performances, film and television projects, animation—all would flourish. A second online game and a mobile game were also slated for release next year.

After a meeting, Yang Fan made brief appearances at the Women's Academy and the Women's Second Institute. Abiao’s affairs had been well settled by Feifei beneath the Women's Academy’s basement. By nightfall, at the Four Seasons Anthem, which had become an alternative star-making model apart from online platforms due to the implementation of the star-creation plan.

Three months were enough to establish processes here, such as gauging public preferences, which could be directly seen through data.

Yang Fan thought this model needed regulation, but that was a task for next year; this year, he had no mind for it.

In a private room, Yang Fan met with Jiang Huai, General Manager Han, General Manager Song, and their two sons.

“Greetings, gentlemen!” Yang Fan said.

“Why did you come back alone? Where are General Managers Liu, Chen, and Qian?” someone asked.

“They’re still celebrating the New Year over there. I just came back to give the company a break and celebrate the New Year too,” Yang Fan replied.

“Well, your holiday started quite early.”

Yang Fan smiled. If he could rest, why not work hard as well?

Suddenly, he felt that laziness was also a lifestyle choice—just like Ai Xiaomei, who was lazier than anyone, able to snack all day long.

“So, Song Shao and Han Shao, have you been happy these past few days?”

“Director Yang, from now on, we’re family,” one said.

“Of course!” Jiang Huai smirked.

“Brother Jiang, how are things with you?”

“Jiang Tao is restless lately, always attending high-end galas with the eldest Miss Zhong,” Jiang Huai said.

“Let him have his fun. It’s the end of the year, no time to bother with him!” Yang Fan said. “Even if you attend, you won’t run into him. What’s the point? It’s just about garnering more supporters for the next auction.”

No matter how many times the auction went on, he wouldn’t succeed. As for the person backing Jiang Tao, Yang Fan was eager to experience that for himself.

He was now waiting—waiting for the moment he would become a supernatural being after taking the Tianli Pill.

To send a warning shot, he would let Jiang Tao test his first strike.

“What about the investment from Mo Wangshan?”

Jiang Huai chuckled. “He’s fallen into the trap. He’s raring to compete with me.”

“Let him try! As long as we tie up all his funds, he’s doomed!” Yang Fan sneered.

“When you win, you must treat us all for days,” General Han said.

“No problem! I’ll treat you every day!” Jiang Huai laughed.

“By the way, Director Yang, our family upstairs wants to meet you,” General Han said.

“The Fang family?” Yang Fan’s eyes narrowed. Another money request?

“Exactly.”

“I’ll notify you when the time comes.”

“All right, I’m sending Ai Xiaomei back to her hometown tomorrow.”

“You…” Jiang Huai’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What’s wrong? Any issues?”

“My wedding is in three days!” Jiang Huai said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make it. I’m just sending her home to stop her from pestering me all day!” Yang Fan replied.

After chatting for a while and considering he had more important matters today, Yang Fan left early to go home.

However, when he returned excitedly to celebrate Lin Ruo and Lin Xi’s birthdays, everyone was already asleep at the Garden Community.

Only Ai Xiaomei and Xu Zihan sat on the sofa watching TV.

“Brother, why are you just back? We already ate the cake. Actually, I saved you a small piece!” Ai Xiaomei pointed to a tiny slice on the table.

Yang Fan was taken aback; indeed, it was a small piece, with a row of teeth marks on it.

“You clearly couldn’t finish it!” Xu Zihan laughed.

“Sis Zihan, I saved it for him!” Ai Xiaomei retorted.

“Fine, whatever you say!” Yang Fan felt exasperated. Didn’t they have any sympathy?

“Where are the others?”

“They’re all asleep!” Xu Zihan said.

“So early? It’s only eight o’clock,” Yang Fan groaned.

“That’s why we’re here waiting for you. We can’t let you feel there’s no warmth at home!”

“I…”

Yang Fan shook his head and sat on the sofa.

“Everyone’s asleep? Zhao Jing, Yu Fei, and Wu Qian too?”

“Yes, all asleep!”

“What about Zhang Chen and the others?”

“They did eat some cake; they’re probably back to playing now!”

At the door, Liu Haoyu was standing there.

“Uncle, I’m just going home for a bit!” Liu Haoyu sensed something was off and wanted to run.

“Wait a moment, Sister Zihan and I are coming too. You think we’re waiting for him? We’re waiting for you!” Ai Xiaomei said gleefully, standing up with Xu Zihan.

“We won’t be back tonight. Do whatever you want at home!” Xu Zihan waved toward Yang Fan.

“Besties, you’re turning bad!” Yang Fan sighed.

He sighed and first entered his bedroom, only to be startled.

His bed had grown enormous, and there was nothing else in the room except the bed.

On it, four phones glowed brightly. With a bed this size, it could easily sleep three or four more.

“Husband, you’re back!”

Yang Fan turned on the light and saw four people on the bed: Zhao Jing, Xia Yufei, Wu Qian, and Huo Xinxie.

Huo Xinxie was his seventh wife.

“Why are you all asleep?”

“We’re having kids!” Zhao Jing waved her phone.

“You’re still addicted!” Yang Fan shook his head, thinking he should go say goodnight to Lin Ruo and Lin Xi. “You guys keep playing. I’ll be back soon.”

None of the four responded. Yang Fan closed the door and walked to Lin Ruo and Lin Xi’s room, knocking gently.

A voice came from inside: “We have to drive tomorrow, so we’re going to sleep!”

“Happy birthday and goodnight!” Yang Fan said softly.