Chapter 29: This Kind of Ai Xiaomei

Do you know what it feels like to swallow hundreds of thousands in a single gulp? That’s right, it’s the feeling of pure indulgence, where a bottle of wine is shared among a dozen people, barely enough for a taste. Such extravagance, such whim. Just then, a waiter walked in.

“What is it?”

“Mr. Liu requests the presence of you, Young Master Yang Fan, Miss Xu Zihan, and Miss Ai Xiaomei in his office.”

“Alright, understood.” Yang Fan responded, downing his wine in one swift mouthful.

“Xiaomei, stay here with Zhao Jing. We’ll go upstairs.” Ai Xiaomei had no intention of moving, too absorbed in her meal.

Yang Fan shot her a glare, then glanced at Lin Ruo and Lin Xi, who sat beside Ai Xiaomei, signaling her to keep a close eye on Lin Ruo this time.

Ai Xiaomei paid no mind, sharing half her fruit with Zhao Jing.

“Alright, the three of us will head up. Everyone, enjoy yourselves. If you need anything, just call for the staff.”

“Don’t worry, Yang Fan. This isn’t our first time at the karaoke lounge,” Zhang Chen laughed.

“Zihan, Haoyu, let’s go.” Xu Zihan and Liu Haoyu rose and headed out.

“Old Ye, come here. Take a look at this empty bottle and tell me what price is fair—you know this stuff.”

Ye Xiao inspected it and gave a number…

“I say, let’s post this empty bottle online too. Each of us could pocket another hundred thousand or so!” Xu Tao chuckled, listing the bottle Liu Haoyu had just opened.

On the third floor, in Liu Mingfeng’s office, when Yang Fan and the others arrived, Liu Mingfeng’s younger brother was also present.

“Come in, sit down!”

Yang Fan saw Liu Mingfeng’s radiant smile—no doubt the contracts were piling up.

“Second Uncle, take a seat. Where’s Xiaomei?”

“I didn’t let her come up. She’d only cause trouble.”

“That’s just as well. Today’s more of a family meeting. Four Seasons Anthem has become a hit, Xu Zihan is famous, and Yang Fan, you’re about to launch your own venture. Three blessings at once!” Liu Mingfeng was visibly excited; opportunity, once it arrives, comes in waves.

“It’s all thanks to Yang Fan and Xiaomei. Come, pour some wine, let’s celebrate.”

The five raised their glasses. Truthfully, whether it was the million-dollar wine or the ten-thousand-dollar red, it all tasted the same to Yang Fan.

“I think you should move to a new villa! How about I buy three villas, one for each of you?” Liu Mingfeng joked.

“We don’t need that,” Yang Fan declined.

Xu Zihan shook her head. “We’re perfectly comfortable where we are.”

“Exactly! Living together means lively days. We’re not suited for quiet lives,” Yang Fan laughed.

Liu Mingfeng hesitated. The more money he made, the more indebted he felt.

“Dad, we like where we live.”

“Fine then. If you need anything, just say so!” Liu Mingfeng steadied himself.

As the five sat again, it was clear: Four Seasons Anthem was a sensation, Xu Zihan was a star, and Yang Fan’s new company was less about the enterprise itself, more about his capabilities.

It was as if the seed of a commercial empire had begun to sprout. So many industries barely reached the seedling stage, but in Tianning, the Liu family’s status, though not among the city’s richest, was already near the top. Once this seed grew strong, it would step out of Tianning, reaching for a broader sky.

“The day after tomorrow is my press conference. Be sure to attend.”

“Absolutely. And the day after that, I’ll move into my new villa—it’ll be both a celebration and a family gathering. If you don’t want big houses, I do!” Liu Mingfeng laughed heartily.

As he’d told Liu Haoyu, changing villas was merely a matter of days.

“We’ll definitely be there!”

“By the way, Yang Fan, what business will your company focus on?” Liu Mingfeng asked.

“Film, talent management, luxury goods, and a streaming platform,” Yang Fan replied, sticking to his original plan.

“All lucrative industries, especially with Four Seasons Anthem receiving so much attention. Now is the perfect time to enter.”

“Yang Fan, how could you forget models? If you’re dealing in luxury goods, models are a must!” Xu Zihan pointed out.

“That’s phase two. Right now, my luxury goods are mostly antiques and jade. I’ll sell those first, then expand to the next project.”

“Smart, steady progress, one step at a time!” Liu Mingfeng smiled.

Luxury goods weren’t a concern. The jade from Tiger Fish was pure luxury—refined, it could bring in a fortune. Yang Fan had assured him that Tiger Fish could produce jade as needed; that was a true treasure trove.

“Haoyu, stick close to your uncle!”

“Haoyu has really grown. He’s our company’s chief financial officer now,” Yang Fan said.

“Don’t worry, Dad.”

“Alright, you and Aunt Zihan go have fun. I have some things to discuss with Uncle!” Liu Mingfeng said.

Xu Zihan stood, and Liu Haoyu mimicked Ai Xiaomei’s proud demeanor.

“Oh, Zihan, the five streamers you took photos with yesterday—remember to give me their numbers!”

“Sure!”

As Xu Zihan and Liu Haoyu left, Liu Mingfeng’s brother closed the door.

“I dealt with some scum today and acquired some antiques and such—worth over fifty million. There’s also various collectible wines, worth several million more. The initial investment is no problem.” Yang Fan spoke, beckoning the goods onto the table.

It was the first time Liu Mingfeng and his brother had seen Yang Fan’s ability, and they were stunned—especially by the fifteen bottles of rare wine.

Not just priceless, but irreplaceable…

Yang Fan didn’t bother having Ye Xiao appraise the wines.

“This—these wine glasses…”

Yang Fan was surprised by Liu Mingfeng’s reaction.

“There’s only one set like this in the world!”

Yang Fan frowned. “I scanned the memories of those scum, but there’s no record of these items’ origins. It seems there are secrets yet undiscovered.”

He composed himself. “Don’t worry. I’ll look into it personally.”

The two men weren’t concerned about the specifics; their attention remained on Yang Fan’s extraordinary abilities.

“Yang Fan, your ability to produce these things at will…”

“Yes, it’s like a treasure box in my palm. As for other abilities, once I’m sure there are no side effects, I’ll share them with you.”

The two were overjoyed—name, profit, and now powerful abilities. Was there anywhere in the world they couldn’t go? Even bringing back penguins from Antarctica would be a delight!

“By the way, brother, is there any abandoned estate outside the city? I’d like to use one.”

“That’s easy!” Liu Mingfeng replied, directing his brother, who went out to arrange it.

“Also, Old Qian wants his daughter to join your company, and hopes she and Haoyu will spend more time together!”

Yang Fan’s expression was odd—Old Qian was practically selling his daughter.

“Brother, Haoyu is my age. Why hurry him into marriage?”

“I can’t help it! Old Qian has made his intentions clear. I can’t refuse him,” Liu Mingfeng said bitterly.

“To be honest, the more time they spend together, the less likely they are to become a couple. Here’s what I’ll do: tomorrow I’m acquiring a software company. Let Old Qian’s daughter manage it, and have Haoyu work with her.”

“That could work!” Liu Mingfeng smiled.

“I’ll tell him now!” Liu Mingfeng took out his phone. Yang Fan waved, stepping outside, where he bumped into Liu Mingfeng’s brother.

“Yang Fan, it’s all arranged. I’ll check the site tomorrow and have the paperwork ready for you by evening.”

“Good. With this land, we can set up a jewelry and jade processing plant in the future.”

After a few more words, he returned to the private room.

Inside, everyone was having the time of their lives. Lin Ruo and Zhao Jing were chatting; Yang Fan glared at Ai Xiaomei—useless, she’d failed to watch Lin Ruo as asked.

Seeing the time was nearly up, Yang Fan decided to call it a night. If Lin Ruo and Zhao Jing kept talking, he feared he and Zhao Jing would part for good.

“Alright, meet at eight tomorrow morning.”

Yang Fan waved at the still-energetic Qin Jun, Wang Xin, Ye Xiao, and their wives, escorted Zhao Jing downstairs, but before he could exchange a word with her, Lin Ruo waved at Zhao Jing.

With Lin Ruo there, Yang Fan felt happiness was so far out of reach.

All thanks to Ai Xiaomei’s mischief!

“Ai Xiaomei, will you help me distribute flyers tomorrow?”

“No way! You think you can trick me into working? Not a chance.”

“Then if you won’t work, you shouldn’t eat.” Yang Fan grabbed the peeled orange from Ai Xiaomei’s hand and popped it into his mouth.

Yang Fan’s expression changed instantly…

“Ai Xiaomei, how could you? The orange is bad!”

Ai Xiaomei burst into laughter, having tricked Yang Fan once again, basking in her own pride.