lerbook Chapter 59 Red Bean Capital
Chapter 59 Red Bean Capital
However, the resilience of the African eagle should not be underestimated.
4th minute!
A lightning-fast equalizer! Nigeria launched a quick counter-attack, with Musa receiving the ball on the left wing. He used his speed to outpace Argentine defender Rojo, then calmly slotted a low shot into Romero's goal! 1-1!
"Depend on!"
Ye Fan couldn't help but swear.
"This...this is way too fast!"
The ecstasy on Liu Ruyan's face instantly froze, turning into incredulous astonishment. She was still clinging to Ye Fan, but her expression fell.
The rest of the match turned into a full-blown offensive battle, full of exciting moments.
The two sides traded blows back and forth, with offense and defense shifting extremely quickly.
Every touch of Messi tugged at Liu Ruyan's heartstrings; she would sometimes hold her breath in tension, and sometimes sigh with regret.
During first-half stoppage time, Messi once again stepped up!
Argentina were awarded a free kick in a very good position just outside the penalty area.
Messi stood in front of the ball, his eyes intently measuring the distance between the wall of players and the goal.
The entire stadium fell silent instantly.
Liu Ruyan instinctively gripped Ye Fan's hand tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh, barely daring to breathe:
"Messi...scoops one..."
Run-up! Shoot! Messi's left foot curled into a perfect arc, the ball bypassing the wall and dipping sharply towards the top right corner of the goal! Enyeama made another desperate save, his fingertips seemingly touching the ball, but he still couldn't stop it from flying into the net!
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooal! ! ! It's Messi again! Scored twice! ! !
"yeah--!!!!"
This time, Liu Ruyan's scream almost lifted the roof off.
She transformed into a koala once again, leaping onto Ye Fan, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, and giving him a big kiss on the face, leaving a greasy fries sauce mark!
"Messi! King of Football! I love you!!!"
She was so excited that she became incoherent, shouting at the TV screen without any regard for her image.
The second half.
阿根廷由罗霍再入一球（3-1），奈及利亚则由穆萨再次扳回一城（3-2），最终比分定格为3-2。
Throughout the game, Liu Ruyan's emotions were like a rollercoaster. She screamed, sighed, cheered, and nervously bit her fingers. Only when Argentina won the game without any major incident, securing first place in the group, did she finally relax and lean softly against Ye Fan's chest, as if she had just fought a battle.
The television was showing footage of Messi being interviewed after being named Man of the Match.
Liu Ruyan was exhausted, yet incredibly content. She nuzzled Ye Fan's neck, her voice filled with weariness and amusement:
"That was so much fun... Ye Fan, let's watch every World Cup together from now on, okay?"
Ye Fan looked down at the beautiful young woman in his arms, who was now leaning on him like a little girl. His fingertips brushed against her sweaty temples, his eyes gentle and deep.
"Of course, I'll watch the games with you every single one."
The last word was emphasized.
Outside the window, the city's neon lights still flicker, but in this private space, the magic and sweetness of football are intertwining to create an intoxicating World Cup memory that belongs to them.
The two slowly drifted off to sleep!
When Liu Ruyan struggled to open her eyes from her deep sleep, Ye Fan was still asleep, breathing evenly. His young and angular face had lost the sharpness and control of the previous night in the morning light, revealing a tranquility that matched his real age (or at least his apparent age).
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10:00 AM.
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Liu Ruyan, wrapped in a bathrobe, meticulously applied her makeup in front of the huge floor-length mirror, trying to cover up the slight fatigue from staying up all night.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, was much more casual. He was wearing a comfortable bathrobe provided by the hotel, his hair still wet and dripping with water, and he was sitting on a high chair by the window.
After quickly tidying up and checking out, I went into the stylish coffee shop outside the hotel.
They chose a relatively quiet corner booth by the window.
Liu Ruyan ordered a flat white, while Ye Fan ordered an iced Americano.
Ye Fan took out a bank card and pushed it to her, saying:
"Sister Ruyan, do you remember what I told you last time?" (She said privately that she would call him Sister Ruyan in public, but would still call him Bad Auntie in private!)
Liu Ruyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips parted slightly: "This is...?"
"Startup capital".
Ye Fan's voice was very soft, yet it was like a muffled thunderclap in the quiet coffee shop.
He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and continued, "I have five million in my account."
"Five...million?!"
The coffee cup in Liu Ruyan's hand jerked violently, the dark brown liquid swirling against the sides. She hurriedly put the cup down, her fingertips unconsciously tightening until they turned white.
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and her usually alluring eyes were now wide open:
"My little darling, what earth-shattering thing are you up to?"
Her voice trembled with disbelief: "And... there really is five million in this card?"
Having worked in foreign companies for many years, Liu Ruyan was used to seeing large companies with turnovers of tens or hundreds of millions of yuan, but at this moment, holding this thin bank card, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
A boy who had just taken off his school uniform casually pushed five million yuan in cash over—this stark contrast made her realize for the first time that this always-smiling "bad boy" was probably far more unfathomable than she had imagined.
She instantly understood the source of Ye Fan's confidence when he told her earlier that she didn't need to worry about the "start-up capital" issue!
"Genuine product, five million."
Ye Fan tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his voice steady beyond that of an eighteen-year-old boy:
"This is not the end, but the spark that ignites a prairie fire. The numbers themselves are meaningless; what matters is that they represent my absolute confidence and trust in starting the company and in your abilities."
Ye Fan's fingertips lightly traced the rim of the coffee cup, his voice deep and powerful:
"The primary task is clear—to establish an investment-focused company as quickly and reliably as possible."
Liu Ruyan's slender fingers caressed the hot bank card, her gaze lingering on the reflection on the card's surface, as if trying to see through the small piece of plastic to the numbers behind it.
In the coffee shop, the languid melodies of jazz music mingled with the steaming sound of the coffee machine.
She suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mockery, and said, half-jokingly and half-seriously:
"You little rascal, you're not thinking of selling your naughty auntie, are you?"
Ye Fan chuckled softly and reached out to pinch her flushed cheek:
"Sell you? Why would I sell you? You're my most precious treasure."
"Stop fooling around!"
Liu Ruyan hurriedly slapped his hand away, but the tips of her ears secretly blushed. "We're talking about serious matters."
She took a deep breath and carefully put the bank card into her wallet:
"I've agreed to this. But... have you decided on a company name yet?"
"Red Bean Capital".
Ye Fan answered without hesitation, his eyes suddenly becoming deep.
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