The next day, a ray of warm sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon the edge of the bed.
Lin Fan groggily opened his eyes and instinctively picked up his phone.
An unread bank text message had already appeared on the screen.
"00:00, China Merchants Bank deposited 7,000,00 yuan."
Afterwards, Lin Fan got up, washed up, had breakfast at the restaurant downstairs, started the Lamborghini Aventador, and drove toward Qiankun Building.
Along the way, it inevitably drew many sideways glances again.
Qiankun Building, 7th floor, Xin Feiyang Company Limited.
Li Lanjuan with her cone-shaped face said, "Just now, a silver-gray super sports car actually drove into the parking lot."
"Hey, it's just a pity that I didn't get a clear look at the tycoon inside the car."
Her tone was filled with regret, and her face was plastered with an expression of wanting to reminisce.
That appearance made it seem as if she had missed out on hundreds of millions.
After a pause, she said again, "However, I feel that the tycoon must be a tall, handsome, and perfect man."
A round-faced woman said, "I don't know what the tycoon looks like, but that super sports car is genuinely handsome! Way too handsome!"
At this moment, Lin Fan walked over unhurriedly and said, "It's just a car, nothing special."
After giving him a sideways glance out of the corner of her eye, Li Lanjuan said disdainfully, "Still nothing special? You probably can't even afford a single wheel of that super sports car, yet you're still over there talking big."
After saying that, Li Lanjuan stepped on her pinky-finger-thick high heels and strode forward.
That posture made it seem as though lingering near Lin Fan would lower her own status.
Relying on her looks and figure, Li Lanjuan frequently put on a delicate act, getting colleagues to help her handle work, clean up, and so on.
However, these tactics of hers had zero effect in front of Lin Fan.
This left Li Lanjuan extremely displeased, and she even grew deeply hostile and hateful toward Lin Fan.
Yet in Lin Fan's view, things that were not his job to do would simply never be done.
What was more, she was a woman who had gone through plastic surgery from head to toe, with nothing natural about her face or figure, so he was even less inclined to help.
He wasn't her father, so why should he? Lin Fan walked into the office, directly organized his documents, and handed them all over to a colleague.
He turned around, preparing to leave, just in time to see Li Lanjuan standing beside Xiong Guangping, the supervisor with a face full of fleshy jowls, murmuring something in a low voice.
Immediately after, Xiong Guangping strode over and said in a muffled voice, "Lin Fan, you're resigning?"
"Yes," Lin Fan said casually.
"Let me take a look at the documents you handed over..." Xiong Guangping picked up the documents and flipped through them casually.
He shouted sternly and angrily, "What kind of dogshit stuff have you handed over here? Hurry up and get back over there to reorganize it!"
As he spoke, he violently hurled the documents at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's eyes grew slightly cold, and he quickly sidestepped out of the way.
Seeing that Lin Fan had dodged, Xiong Guangping acted as though his authority had been provoked; he picked up another document on the desk and hurled it at Lin Fan once again.
Lin Fan shifted his body and successfully dodged it yet again.
Attacking him time and time again.
Did he really take him for someone made of clay?
With an icy expression, Lin Fan snatched up a glass cup nearby and smashed it directly onto Xiong Guangping's head.
"Bang!"
The glass shattered, and fresh blood splattered.
Xiong Guangping's robust body collapsed straight to the ground, curling up into a ball while clutching his head and wailing incessantly.
"Ouch, my head..."
"It hurts to death..."
A faint scent of blood slowly spread through the office.
Still clutching his bleeding head, Xiong Guangping took a great deal of effort to slowly crawl back up, and said, "Lin Fan, you fu—"
Halfway through his curse, he was abruptly frightened into silence by Lin Fan's icy expression, and changed his words to, "You... you actually hit me."
"Hit you? When have I ever hit you?" Lin Fan said calmly.
As he spoke, he stepped forward toward Xiong Guangping.
Lin Fan's pace and speed as he advanced were completely ordinary.
Yet it frightened Xiong Guangping into retreating step after step, and he panicked, "You... don't come over..."
At the same time, his eyes darted around the office in search of help.
However, Xiong Guangping was overbearing and bullying in the company and had practically no popularity; where could anyone possibly help him?
Xiong Guangping called out in terror, "If you take another step forward, I'm calling the police!"
However, Lin Fan acted as though he hadn't heard a thing, continuing to move forward step by step.
"Tramp, tramp!"
At that moment, a dull sound of footsteps rang out from outside.
Following that, Chang Kui strode in, dressed in a suit and leather shoes.
Looking at the chaotic office, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"
Earlier, Lin Fan's actions had frightened Li Lanjuan quite a bit, causing her to hide in a corner and not dare to make a sound at all.
At this moment, upon hearing Chang Kui's voice, Li Lanjuan's expression shifted slightly, and she hurriedly darted out to show her face.
"Chairman, I know what happened. An employee named Lin Fan wanted to resign, and Supervisor Xiong asked him to hand over his work in accordance with the regulations."
"However, Lin Fan actually made a complete mess of the handover, so Supervisor Xiong told him to redo it. As a result, Lin Fan got angry and threw punches, hitting Supervisor Xiong..."
By the time she reached this point, Li Lanjuan even put on a weak, pitiful, and deeply frightened appearance.
This was her habitual trick used to arouse men's desire to protect her and shorten the distance in her relationships with them.
In the past, Li Lanjuan had never had the opportunity to use this move to hook up with Chang Kui.
Now that she had finally encountered the chance, naturally she wouldn't let it slip by.
At this moment, Li Lanjuan had already begun to daydream in her heart about the wonderful life she would have after hooking up with Chang Kui.
Wailing along, Xiong Guangping said, "Chairman, you must seek justice for me!"
Upon hearing this, Chang Kui's brow furrowed even tighter.
It wasn't because he was angry about the fight.
Rather, it was because he felt the name "Lin Fan" sounded somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
The next instant, Chang Kui's pupils suddenly constricted. He quickened his pace, walked right up to Lin Fan, bowed slightly, and proactively reached out a hand, saying, "Hello, Mr. Lin."
Chang Kui finally remembered where he had heard the name "Lin Fan."
The new owner of Qiankun Building was named Lin Fan! Why, he had even looked at a photo of Lin Fan just yesterday! Seeing Chang Kui use such a good tone of voice to speak to Lin Fan, Li Lanjuan was stunned.
A good tone? No! It wasn't just a good tone! There was even a trace of faint reverence in it, if anything.
Seemingly thinking of something, Li Lanjuan explained, "Chairman, you might have mistaken the person; Lin Fan is just an ordinary employee at our company."
"He just hit Supervisor Xiong a moment ago and has a very vulgar personality. Please be careful and make sure you don't get hurt by him."
Calling the master of Qiankun Building vulgar to his face? How dared she? If Li Lanjuan's actions caused Lin Fan not to renew his leasing contract for Qiankun Building with him, how huge of a loss would he suffer?
Thinking of this, a surge of anger flared up in Chang Kui's heart.
If Lin Fan weren't standing right in front of him, Chang Kui would have wanted to fiercely reprimand Li Lanjuan.
As for talking about mistaking the person?
That was simply impossible!
Leaving aside the fact that Lin Fan's name and appearance were completely identical to the ones he saw yesterday.
Lin Fan's single outfit of designer brands alone was enough to prove that he was no ordinary person.
What was more, Chang Kui could tell at a single glance that Lin Fan was wearing a Vacheron Constantin Tour de l'Ile on his wrist—that was a luxury watch worth tens of millions.
Everything pointed to the fact that the person before him was definitely the master of Qiankun Building! PS: New book sets sail, seeking good reviews, seeking recommendation votes, seeking monthly votes, seeking tips!
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