aircannonsinc Chapter 508 Beauty is also a feast for the eyes!
Chapter 508 Beauty is also a feast for the eyes!
As I stepped out of the car, the slight tingling sensation and lingering excitement from the high speed still lingered in my body.
Wu Shaojie immediately came over, his face filled with surprise and admiration: "Holy crap! Old Ye, I really didn't realize that!"
He patted Ye Fan on the shoulder forcefully: "Those last few laps, you floored the accelerator even harder than me! And your cornering was incredibly stable! You've been hiding your true talent, brother!"
Zhang Lang's eyes lit up, as if he had found a long-lost friend!
He rubbed his hands excitedly: "Awesome! Brother Fan! Absolutely awesome! That feel for the car, that guts... Driving a Ferrari with one hand is nothing, you've tamed a hybrid beast with both hands! It's just right for me!"
"..."
Ye Fan was both amused and exasperated by his exaggerated analogy.
After a period of intense driving, it was already evening.
The outdoor lounge area next to the exhibition hall was already set with a lavish buffet and a chilled champagne tower, clearly a dinner prepared for the event.
However, very few people came to pick up their meals at this moment, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the racetrack in the afternoon.
Ye Fan looked at the rather deserted dining area and wondered, "Where has everyone gone? Aren't they eating during mealtimes?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Shaojie immediately gave a knowing, knowing smile. He winked, nudged Ye Fan with his elbow, and lowered his voice, reciting in a deliberately profound tone, "As the ancients said—beauty is also pleasing to the eye! What do you say, Old Ye?"
His gaze drifted meaningfully towards the dimly lit lounge area in the distance and the luxury cars in the parking lot that were starting up one after another, carrying men and women away.
Ye Fan instantly understood, chuckled, and gave Wu Shaojie a thumbs up: "Brilliant! Awesome!"
Wu Shaojie chuckled, leaning closer and speaking in a slightly seductive tone, "How about it? Want me to arrange a couple for you? Absolutely top-notch!"
Ye Fan hurriedly waved his hands, as if dodging a flood or a ferocious beast: "No, no, no! Stop! You do your thing, don't worry about me, I can handle myself!"
Their attitude was so firm that there was absolutely no room for negotiation.
Before Wu Shaojie could answer, Zhang Lang, who was standing next to him, interrupted with a smirk:
"Hehe! Old Ye, you have no idea! Old Wu wouldn't dare! What if Sister Xiaoli found out...tsk tsk, just thinking about it is exciting!"
Wu Shaojie, his "weak point" hit, wasn't angry at all. Instead, he chuckled awkwardly and scratched his head: "Ahem... Langzai, you have a point, though!"
He then winked at Ye Fan and lowered his voice, saying, "In a while, when we have the chance to go out to sea, I'll take you on a real 'good boat'! The girls there... hehe, not only are they beautiful and well-proportioned, but more importantly, they're all certified—they have complete medical examination reports! Safe and worry-free!"
"Go out to sea!!!" Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly remembered the luxury yacht that Qin Kun and Fang Yu had taken him on last time.
Although the main purpose of that event was the auction, it was also on that swaying deck that he first encountered the uniquely elegant Chen Chulin...
Listening to Wu Shaojie's enthusiastic "planning," Ye Fan could only shake his head and chuckle to himself.
The happiness of these second-generation rich kids, after all, boils down to a few things: speed, face, women, and a private sea where they can do whatever they want.
Such highly homogenized life pursuits!
He picked up a glass of champagne handed to him by the waiter. The cool bubbles rose in the glass, reflecting the neon lights that gradually lit up in the distance and the taillights of the sports cars that drove away with the "night". He savored this sense of detachment amidst the noise.
......
I had a simple, refined cold meal to fill my stomach a little.
Ye Fan then directly instructed Zhang Lang: "Old Zhang, please arrange a tow truck to take this 918 directly to my garage in Jiangwan City."
He still left his phone number with Miao Zi.
"Alright! Don't worry, Brother Fan, I guarantee your car will be safely parked in your garage a little later!" Zhang Lang patted his chest to assure him and immediately ordered his men to arrange the most professional enclosed transportation service.
Wu Shaojie leaned closer, checked the time, glanced at the still bustling but clearly ambiguous area in the distance, and said to Ye Fan:
"Old Ye, the tow truck will have to wait a while. There's a quiet and comfortable lounge upstairs. Why don't you go up and take a nap? I'll call you when it's done, and we'll leave together."
Ye Fan did feel somewhat tired—after the excitement of racing faded, a sense of relaxation and afternoon weariness washed over him.
He didn't delve into what Wu Shaojie's next "arrangement" was; the unspoken personal distance between adults should still be maintained.
"Okay." He nodded and followed a well-trained waiter in a proper uniform to the private elevator leading to the upstairs lounge area.
Anyway, I'll be taking Wu Shaojie's car back later.
Lately, he's gotten into the habit of driving his relatively "low-key" Audi A7 whenever he goes out, and it's been a while since he's had his driver, Lao Li, pick him up and drop him off.
In addition, Miao Zi has been busy with her affairs recently, and Lao Li has been taking care of her travel arrangements, so Ye Fan didn't call to bother her.
The waiter led him to the door of an elegantly decorated, minimalist suite, respectfully swiped the swipe card to open the door for him, and bowed slightly.
"Mr. Ye, please rest. Please press the service bell if you need anything."
After saying that, he quietly withdrew.
The room was softly lit and comfortably warm. A large, comfortable sofa faced the floor-to-ceiling window, offering a view of the racetrack below, its lights gradually coming on.
Ye Fan casually closed the door slightly (without locking it) and sat down on the sofa.
He first took out his phone and texted Chen Chulin, while Chen Chulin shared her day with Ye Fan... (some details omitted).
He was quickly browsing financial news and stock market updates.
Although he hasn't been frequently at the company lately, he has never stopped giving instructions to Shen Jun and Yang Bin, and has been precisely controlling the flow of capital through his mobile phone.
now.
He looked through a stock that he had ordered to be heavily invested in just yesterday, and sure enough, he saw that there was some major positive news coming out after the market closed!
My memory was right.
Ye Fan couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a knowing smile.
He could clearly foresee the frenzy of buying and limit-up frenzy that would ensue for this stock after the market opened next Monday.
Put down your phone and completely relax in this quiet, comfortable, and safe environment.
He leaned back into the soft embrace of the sofa, pulled over a fine cashmere blanket from the side, and casually covered himself with it.
The afternoon's excitement, the exhaustion from dealing with the situation, and the confidence in the growth of wealth intertwined to create a deep drowsiness that washed over me like a tide.
Before he knew it, his breathing became even and long, and he fell asleep peacefully in this unfamiliar environment.