Chapter 27: Where Dreams Begin

Yang Fan chose the courier company as the site for the handover, having decided to purchase this eight-story building—a real bargain at five million. The place had been vacant for some time, whether because the wealthy owner wanted to abscond with his funds or for some other reason. Yang Fan had his eye on it for days, and today, seizing the opportunity, he made his move.

“Tomorrow, we’ll get people in to design and renovate. Qin Jun, Wang Xin, you two stay here and keep watch,” he instructed.

“No problem,” they replied.

Yang Fan looked up at the building, a sense of ambition lighting up everyone’s face.

“Let’s go inside, Yang Fan!” someone urged.

“What’s the rush?” Yang Fan smirked. “We three were thrown out. Let’s make our boss invite us back in.”

He took out his phone and called the wealthy property owner. “Mr. Qian, it’s Yang Fan. I’ve just arrived; are you here yet?”

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Yang Fan hung up, watching his former boss, who looked as if Wang Yong had simply bought him off. Did he really think Yang Fan was a fool?

With Memory Eyes at his disposal, Yang Fan saw through everything. Sure enough, his boss was trailing behind Mr. Qian, and when he spotted Yang Fan, his face betrayed utter shock.

“Mr. Yang!” Mr. Qian greeted him with a broad smile.

“Hello, Mr. Qian.”

“It’s you?” the boss stammered.

“I told you I’d be back,” Yang Fan replied coldly, gripping Mr. Qian’s hand firmly.

“Your Liu family is quite something now,” Mr. Qian said. “From now on, we’ll have to work closely with Mr. Yang.”

So that’s why he sold at five million, Yang Fan thought. He’d seen the advantages of working with the Liu family. Still, cooperation was welcomed.

“Oh, Mr. Qian, you flatter me. I’m just the younger generation. A partnership between the Liu and Qian families is mutually beneficial.”

“To our mutual benefit!” Mr. Qian beamed, making a welcoming gesture. Yang Fan didn’t spare his former boss another glance, nor did Qin Jun and Wang Xin.

Inside, the courier company was as busy as ever. The sudden resignation of three couriers had thrown the office into chaos. Yet when they saw Mr. Qian and Yang Fan walk in, everything came to a halt. Wang Yong was among them, staring in disbelief, while Zhao Jing’s gaze lingered on Yang Fan.

His transformation had been so sudden and dazzling that they were left stunned.

“Everyone busy? Be careful with that package—it’s fragile,” Yang Fan said, pointing to the box Wang Yong was carrying.

“Yang Fan, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to buy this building. Didn’t you see me bring the money?”

Behind him, Zhang Chen and the others opened their briefcases, revealing stacks of cash—five million in total, prompting a collective gasp.

In contrast to Wang Yong, who’d bought everyone off with a few thousand, they began to wonder just what they’d missed out on.

Wang Yong was stunned too. He’d been kept in the dark, given only a little money for living expenses, completely unaware that this money originally belonged to his own brother. Had he known, would he have regretted his actions, having provoked the wrong people and brought ruin upon his brother?

Yang Fan certainly wouldn’t let him off. Armed with his brother’s influence, Wang Yong had harmed countless women—some even lost their lives. Now that Wang Peng was dead, Yang Fan was determined not to leave any threats behind.

“Mr. Qian, please check the money,” Yang Fan said.

“No need. Here are the property transfer documents—everything’s in order.” Mr. Qian’s beautiful secretary promptly handed the paperwork to Yang Fan. Wang Jie, excited, rushed forward, but Yang Fan rolled his eyes—was the man ever going to learn?

“But Mr. Qian, what about me?” the boss stammered.

“You can negotiate with your new landlord. Mr. Yang is right here.”

The boss was dumbfounded, but Mr. Qian paid him no mind; whatever grudges existed here didn’t concern him.

“Well then, Mr. Yang, I’ll take my leave.”

“Of course. We’ll have tea sometime,” Yang Fan replied.

“Absolutely,” Mr. Qian laughed heartily, and his bodyguards left carrying the money.

“What a figure she has,” someone murmured.

“I want a secretary like that someday!”

Yang Fan was taken aback—everyone’s minds were going astray!

“Yang Fan, about the past six months…” the boss ventured after a moment’s hesitation.

“That’s enough. I know how to distinguish gratitude from grievances. I only want to know who framed me.”

“No one framed you. You stole that necklace,” Wang Yong suddenly shouted.

But no one responded to him. Five million in cash was nothing compared to a necklace worth less than fifty thousand—who would believe Yang Fan would stoop to theft? Besides, everyone knew the truth.

Yang Fan didn’t even look at Wang Yong, focusing instead on the boss.

“Wang Yong, get out,” someone said.

“Yes, Wang Yong, just leave.”

“Wait, I remember now—I saw Wang Yong going through Zhao Jing’s drawer.”

“That’s right! He tried to set up Yang Fan!”

The classic case of kicking someone when they’re down. Yang Fan sneered, as did Qin Jun and Wang Xin. Did they really think everyone was a fool?

“You… you all…”

“It’s fine. Feel free to call the police and clear your name,” Yang Fan said coldly.

“Go. We don’t welcome people who frame others.”

Wang Yong shot Yang Fan a glare and ran out. Yet, as soon as he stepped out the door, he vanished without a trace. Yang Fan was never going to let him go.

“All right, boss. Settle our wages, please. You can keep your courier company here—it’s convenient, since we’ll have lots of packages in the future.”

“That’s wonderful!” the boss replied, visibly relaxing.

Yang Fan smiled genuinely when he glanced at Zhao Jing—a smile from the heart.

Their salaries were calculated quickly. In just five minutes, ten thousand came into Yang Fan’s hand.

He was ready to leave. The boss saw them out, and outside, Yang Fan called Zhao Jing, deciding to postpone their meeting until evening, knowing how busy she was.

On the eighth floor, Yang Fan and his group went from the ground floor all the way up, marveling at the place where their journey was beginning.

“Ai Xiaomei, I bought a building!” Yang Fan said in his mind.

“So what?”

“So now you’ll wear that viral bear suit and hand out flyers on the street!” Yang Fan laughed.

“No way. Pikachu would be prettier.”

“Fine, it’s settled then,” Yang Fan said, grinning. After last night’s mischief, she could do some work too.

“Yang Fan, what should we name our company?”

“Let’s call it Fanmei.”

“Yang Fan and Ai Xiaomei—good name!” Zhang Chen remarked.

“Don’t mention Ai Xiaomei. He nearly got me in trouble last night!” Yang Fan grumbled.

“Wait—did something happen upstairs last night that we downstairs didn’t know about?” Xu Tao asked, nosy as ever.

“All right, let’s divide up the work,” Yang Fan changed the subject. “Qin Jun and Wang Xin, you’re in charge of design and renovation. Zhang Chen and Ye Xiao, handle the paperwork. Xu Tao and Wang Jie, recruit staff. Liu Haoyu, you handle the finances.”

“Got it!”

“And don’t forget, we all need to attend Xu Zihan’s press conference the day after tomorrow.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.