Chapter 803: 799: Holding Hands
Chapter 803 of "Invincible Young Master in the City" starts here: Chapter 803: Chapter 799: Holding HandsYe Fan returned home, drank the herbal soup prepared by... Discover what happens next!
Chapter 803: Chapter 799: Holding Hands
Ye Fan returned home, drank the herbal soup prepared by Wei Ziling, practiced the Rising Dragon Stance and Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound for a while, took a shower, and pulled out his phone to call his mother.
As soon as the call connected, he heard Qiao Feixuanâs voice, âOh, dear son, missing mom?â
Ye Fan was a bit flustered, âMom, donât mess around, letâs talk business! Iâve prepared the information for the cosmetics project, Iâll scan a copy for you later, have the Huachang Venture Capital Fundâs assessment agency take a look at it.â
âI thought it was something important!â On the other end of the phone came Qiao Feixuanâs lazy voice.
âMom, youâre a financial tycoon, dealing in billions at the drop of a hat, your son doesnât have that kind of financial clout.â Ye Fan said.
âYou cheeky brat!â Qiao Feixuan laughed and said, âDonât delay, fax it to me now.â
Qiao Feixuan is a pragmatist who pursues efficiency, otherwise, she wouldnât be able to handle billions of assets so adeptly, plus this is her sonâs matter, how could she not care?
Ye Fan faxed the information over, and on the other end of the phone, Qiao Feixuan called in her secretary, gave a few instructions, and a few minutes later, in the city, more than ten business elites gathered in a conference room of an office building on the East Second Ring, looking through the documents in their hands, engaging in a lively discussion.
âMom, are you still working overtime?â Ye Fan asked concernedly.
âDid you think everyone is wandering around aimlessly like you?â
âNo way!â Ye Fan said, âDrink more hot water and go to bed early.â
On the other end of the line, Qiao Feixuan laughed, âStill trying to be clever! Why are you telling me this, Iâm not a goddess.â
âWhy not?â Ye Fan immediately flattered, âIn your sonâs heart, youâll always be a goddess!â
âDonât flatter me!â Although she said so, there was a noticeable hint of laughter in Qiao Feixuanâs voice. She then continued seriously, âActually, getting involved in finance isnât a bad thing. Although the family wants you to go into politics, the main theme of our China now is economic development. The further you go in your political career, the more important your background and experience in finance will be!â
âWhether itâs entering the city to coordinate the overall situation or being delegated to a local post as a governor, finance is indispensable.â
âIn the future, when your mom retires with achievements, the big financial empire in my hands will also be handed over to you, or handing it to Zhao Jun wouldnât be bad either, that girl is a good seedling. Given time, she might grow into a towering tree.â
Qiao Feixuan babbled on.
As his mom preached, Ye Fan could only be a good boy, but whenever he heard the name Zhao Jun, he felt uneasy.
He wanted to tell his mother that Li Zhaojun was now focused on celestial matters and probably wouldnât concern herself with mundane affairs.
But the words were swallowed back down.
After chatting for a while, Ye Fan heard the secretaryâs voice on the other end, Qiao Feixuan acknowledged it, and there was the sound of papers rustling, âThe result is out, only a 36% chance of success.â
Ye Fan acknowledged, though he had anticipated this result, he still felt a bit disappointed.
âWhat? Disappointed?â Qiao Feixuan chuckled, then shifted her tone, âIâve got a promotional plan here that can increase the success rate to 70%.â
âOh?â Ye Fan immediately grasped the key, âMom, can you lend me a few of your people?â
Being able to deliver accurate results in such a short time and come up with a turnaround plan, these are no ordinary business elites.
âBrat, youâre trying to poach my think tank?â Qiao Feixuan replied testily, âSpare that thought, Iâll have my secretary send you a systematic promotional plan tomorrow. If thereâs nothing else, Iâll hang up now.â
âOkay, bye, Mom.â
After hanging up, Ye Fan considered telling Mo Xiaoyan the good news, but thought itâd be better to tell her in person the next day.
He threw himself onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.
As he entered dreamland, Fan Feipeng had already issued orders to several trusted aides, and an investigation into Ye Fan and the Mo Yan Group quietly commenced.
Early the next morning, Ye Fan got up, washed up, had the nutritious breakfast prepared by Wei Ziling, and drove to the county police station.
Then, Ye Fan took out a blanket from the car trunk, wrapped in a cloth bag, and headed towards the unit dormitory building.
The musty blanket from the dorm had been taken home by Wei Ziling to be washed and sun-dried.
After placing the blanket properly, when Ye Fan was closing the door of the dorm, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening across the corridor, and looked over to see Zhao Lina coming out of her dormitory.
Zhao Lina, wearing a crisp police uniform, exuding noble and decisive qualities, was nonetheless spotted by Ye Fan with tired eyes having traces of blood vessels. Concerned, he asked, âLina, couldnât sleep?â
Zhao Lina shook her head, âStayed up late.â
She glanced at the vigorous Ye Fan and said, âCome to my office later, there are some documents I need to give you.â
Her voice carried an unmistakable fatigue.
Lately, sheâs been managing a large county police department and concurrently serving as the county political and legal committee secretary, which involves intense work and pressure. Even with a strong personality, after all, sheâs still a woman.
Ye Fan nodded, feeling a bit of compassion, he suddenly reached out and gently clasped Zhao Linaâs delicate hand, feeling its smooth and tender texture.
Zhao Lina looked up, meeting Ye Fanâs gaze.
The boundless tenderness seemed like an ocean tide ready to engulf her.
No words were needed, just that look, just that intimate, tender gesture was enough to convey Ye Fanâs care.
Iâm back, so you can rest well now.
Ye Fan thought so.
It was as if Zhao Lina heard his heartfelt voice, she softly said, âMm.â
The two of them had been in love, had quarreled, had been together, and had been apart. Having gone through so much, they had developed a deep understanding of each other.
Looking at Ye Fanâs chiseled face and gentle eyes, Zhao Lina felt the heavy burden on her shoulders dissolve completely at this moment.
She instinctively grasped Ye Fanâs hand.
But just for an instant, Zhao Lina and Ye Fan immediately let go, knowing that they were at the county police station, where such intimate actions could easily be seen by others.
Then the two of them, keeping a distance, went downstairs one after the other.
Ye Fan entered the office to start his dayâs work, not immediately running to Zhao Linaâs office to retrieve the documents.
About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door from outside.
âPolitical Commissar.â A young female police officer came in, holding a stack of documents in her arms.
âAnything the matter?â Ye Fan asked.
The young female officer placed the documents on his desk, âThe Director asked me to give you these, theyâre the work summaries for the months you were away.â
Ye Fan nodded, thinking quietly to himself that Lina was worried heâd have trouble quickly taking over, so she must have spent time organizing them for him.
He opened the folder and saw a small slip of paper in the documents, seemingly unfazed he closed the folder and said to Xu Xiangli, âIf thereâs nothing else, you can leave.â
The latter acknowledged and left the office, closing the door.
Taking out the slip, he saw on the paper thereâs a drawing with a neutral pen of a girl sitting on a park bench.
Zhao Lina is a tough woman, strong-willed, even able to force marriage with a gun; her drawing had lines that conveyed firmness.
Perhaps it was just idle doodling, unintentionally clipped here, thought Ye Fan, smiling, he took out a pen and drew a boy on the right side of the girl, with his left hand gently resting on the girlâs right hand, then wrote alongside: Holding Hands.
At the end of the day, when going to drive, seizing the opportunity while no one was around, Ye Fan slipped that note into Zhao Linaâs car.
Just after sitting in the car, his phone suddenly rang, it was Mo Xiaoyan calling.
Ye Fan, in a great mood, answered, âXiaoyan, I was just about to look for you!â
Mo Xiaoyanâs voice came through, âBrother-in-law, can you quickly send someone over, thereâs trouble at the factory!â