lerbook Chapter 573 Envy aside, I still have to mooch a meal.
Chapter 573 Envy aside, I still have to mooch a meal.
the other side.
Wu Shaojie, Zhang Lang, and the others could no longer contain their curiosity and began to wander around the dreamlike, spacious apartment with their hands behind their backs.
As they meticulously examined every detail of this space, which blended the spirit of the Song Dynasty with modern luxury, they kept making "tsk tsk" sounds, expressing both appreciation and admiration.
"My goodness!"
Zhang Lang was practically sprawled on the old wooden desk in the center of the study, a desk said to be made from the heartwood of a thousand-year-old tree and worth enough to buy an apartment in a second or third-tier city. His fingers carefully traced the warm, jade-like wood grain, and he was practically drooling.
He howled, half envious and half jealous:
"This damn texture, this aura! It makes me want to go back and sell everything I own, even my pants, just to get an exact replica to live in!"
That's real style, cultured and classy! It's so much more sophisticated than my old man's lavish suburban villa, which looks like a nouveau riche's flagship KTV!
Ye Fan casually tossed the cold, heavy key in his hand and smiled:
"Apartments and villas each have their own charm, catering to different moods. If you really like this style, you can find one here later. Then we can live upstairs or downstairs, or even be neighbors on the same floor, making it convenient to visit each other for drinks. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang's lips curled into a bitter smile that was more like a grimace. He straightened up and exaggeratedly spread his hands:
"Old Ye, my dear brother! Do you think I don't want to? But alas, my pockets are emptier than a face that's been scrubbed clean three times with face wash—not a single drop of oil can be squeezed out!"
He sighed, his tone becoming realistic and resigned:
"Besides... sigh, wake up. The domestic economy has been booming these past two years, with one opportunity after another. My old man has poured almost all the funds the group can mobilize into several large cross-provincial projects and overseas expansions. The cash flow is stretched tighter than a bowstring."
At this critical juncture, if I dared to be reckless and run back to the family account to withdraw more than ten million just to buy myself a luxurious penthouse…
He made a throat-slitting gesture, his expression comical yet genuine:
"Believe it or not, I don't even need to wait until tonight. My old man can make me immediately, instantly, and profoundly relive the ancient wisdom of 'the wrath of a thunderbolt' and 'spare the rod and spoil the child.'"
Hearing Zhang Lang's extremely honest and "family-inherited" words of admitting defeat, Jiang Yi and Wu Shaojie, who were standing to the side, felt the same way and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The laughter contained both understanding and a touch of shared sympathy.
Indeed, faced with this "dream home" that combines cultural heritage with top-notch enjoyment to near perfection, it's hard to imagine any man who has seen it easily resisting such ultimate temptation.
But someone like Ye Fan, who can freely dispose of tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars in cash based entirely on his own will, without being constrained by any family, board of directors, or financial plans...
Looking across the entire younger generation of Nanjing, it's hard to find another like them.
This is the most obvious difference between the first generation of wealthy people and the second generation of wealthy people; the latter exists outside the rules.
As the group was chatting and laughing, Ye Fan's phone vibrated slightly.
the other side.
Miao Zi, known for her decisive and efficient work style, has led Minglu Culture's elite legal and financial team to sign all the core contracts for the 30,000-square-meter office building in Xuanwu Lake No. 1 at an astonishing speed, and has completed the first large payment process.
Her brief message meant that the 1.5 million deal was finalized.
Almost simultaneously, Mr. Wang, the general manager of [Jiangbin No. 1], held a stack of purchase contracts, property documents, and related texts with still-wet ink and covered with bright red official seals and seals across the seams.
In just one afternoon.
From the shores of Xuanwu Lake to the banks of the Yangtze River, the two strokes are of different natures.
However, the same massive asset transaction involving astronomical sums was brought to a close almost simultaneously and cleanly with Ye Fan's few words and calm decision-making.
This efficiency and control is legendary in itself.
As the dust settled, a sense of joy and relaxation spread.
Mr. Wang, the general manager of [Jiangbin No. 1], and Jiang Yi, the real estate tycoon, both insisted on hosting a banquet for Ye Fan. They expressed their gratitude and respect, saying that they absolutely had to be the hosts tonight.
Seeing this, Ye Fan simply smiled and waved his hand, his casual yet decisive manner easily interrupting the two men's enthusiasm: "Brothers, Mr. Wang, listen to me."
His gaze swept over the crowd, his tone sincere and magnanimous:
"It's polite to have Mr. Wang treat me. It's a favor to have Brother Jiang treat me. But today, you all accompanied me all afternoon, running around looking at houses and apartments. You deserve credit for your hard work, even if you didn't do anything special. You've all been supporting Ye Fan."
"From a moral and practical standpoint, and out of friendship, this meal must be paid for by me. No one should argue; it's settled then."
Seeing Ye Fan's resolute attitude and broad-mindedness, which both preserved the situation and gave face to his friends, everyone couldn't refuse him and went along with it, agreeing with smiles.
After spending half a day together, everyone had figured out Ye Fan's true nature—a man of his word, but also sincere and generous to his friends. So they relaxed and started chatting and laughing, putting their arms around each other's shoulders.
"Yes, yes, Brother Ye is right! Today we must take down the 'rich man's share'... ah, I mean the 'dog-eating tycoon'!"
"That's right! Let's fleece this bottomless cash king!"
"Brother Ye, we won't hold back tonight!"
Ye Fan didn't mince words either, laughing loudly, "I'm just afraid your fighting strength isn't up to par."
After saying that, he led the group of second-generation rich kids away from the Cloud Mansion in a grand procession.
The convoy drove straight to Yundiange, a super five-star hot spring resort hotel not far from Jiangbin No. 1 and renowned in the local area and even the whole province.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Ye Fan booked the "Lingxiao" Supreme Presidential Suite, the hotel's most luxurious, largest, and most private suite.
At the same time, he waved his hand dismissively and gave the manager an order:
"The private dinner will be prepared to the highest standard with the 'Eight Treasures of Mountains and Seas' banquet."
"The panoramic river view KTV system in the private room has been optimized, and the home theater movie library has been updated to the latest version."
"The private hot spring pool in the backyard was cleaned in advance, the water temperature was adjusted, and the fragrance was prepared."
"In addition, arrange for a team of the best traditional Thai massage therapists and traditional Chinese medicine therapists to be on standby, with the most authentic techniques."
He meticulously arranged all the "Grand Slam All-in-One Supreme Services" that he could think of for all the brothers who were "going through this" with him today, including a luxurious private dinner, ultimate audio-visual entertainment, relaxing hot spring baths, and professional soothing massages, ensuring they had a great time.
Tonight is destined to be a passionate and exhilarating night for this group of second-generation rich kids.