HLnovel Chapter 574 Put in more effort, brother!
Chapter 574 Put in more effort, brother!
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
The event was complemented by top-notch private chef cuisine, a constant supply of delicacies and fine wines, and a well-trained and attractive team of waiters.
The atmosphere in the VIP room had already reached its peak, with noise and heat almost lifting the roof off.
Deafening electronic music intertwines with the melodies of classic old songs, while outside the giant panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows lies the dazzling night view of the river, and inside, a wild and unrestrained revelry unfolds.
A group of top-tier second-generation rich kids from Jinling, who usually have to maintain a certain air in front of outsiders, completely let down their guard in an absolutely safe and private environment, fueled by alcohol. They embraced each other, played drinking games, and sang loudly, releasing all the excitement and pressure they had felt from witnessing the "super-rich maneuver" during the day.
Ye Fan held his wine glass, a faint smile on his lips, and effortlessly entertained the group of young masters until after 7 p.m.
They fully participated in the revelry, yet maintained a detached and clear-headed perspective throughout.
He acted like a perfect host, taking care of the feelings of almost everyone present.
Seeing that everyone was already flushed and somewhat tipsy, immersed in their own happiness, Ye Fan subtly moved his feet and gently pulled Wu Shaojie, who was drinking with someone, to a relatively quiet, dark spot on the viewing balcony on one side of the private room.
The soundproofing here is excellent; you can only see flickering light and blurry figures through the glass door.
"Old Wu," Ye Fan casually handed him a cigarette, his voice low and instructive, "I have some things to take care of here. I won't be able to stay up all night with you guys tonight."
He pointed to the lively private room behind him: "Keep an eye on the rest of the place for me. If any of the brothers want to do anything, drink anything, or add anything else, just have the hotel manager arrange it. Put all the expenses on my tab. Make sure everyone has a great time and doesn't spoil the fun."
Wu Shaojie was slightly taken aback at first. Before he could even light the cigarette in his hand, his eyes lit up instantly, like a lightbulb turning on, as they adjusted to the dim light of the balcony and saw Ye Fan's handsome face, which still looked "something was wrong" against the night. His eyes shone with sudden realization and extreme excitement.
The next second, the shrewd, worldly expression he had honed in the business world and at the dinner table vanished completely, replaced by an extremely lewd, knowing, and sly grin, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret.
He raised his fist and gave Ye Fan's sturdy shoulder a light tap.
He then winked and winked, almost bringing his face close to Ye Fan's ear, whispering in a low voice, his tone filled with envy, jealousy, and encouragement:
"Wow! Old Ye, you're something else! You're a man of few words, but a real go-getter!"
He clicked his tongue twice:
"Your efficiency, your pace... As your brother, I'm so envious I'm practically drooling!"
But you know how strict and controlling your sister, Xiaoli, is. She usually treats me like a little grandson.
The security is tighter than a military academy; I'm doomed tonight, brother, and I won't be able to experience this 'rapid romance'...
He abruptly changed his tone, his expression becoming both "tragic" and "encouraging":
"But it's okay! If I don't get my way, you have to give me a really good, double, and unreserved blast tonight!"
He patted his chest and made a solemn vow:
"Go ahead and have fun! Leave the place to me. I promise I'll keep watch and protect the doors, and I won't let anyone bother you! Go ahead and have your fun, a night of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, brother!"
Ye Fan: "..."
Looking at Wu Shaojie's gossipy, cheeky face, which seemed to scream "keeping a mistress in a golden house, the good night is too short, I know, I know all" in the dim light.
And that look in his eyes, as if he had already imagined an 80-episode urban romance drama.
Ye Fan was speechless for a moment, and invisible black lines seemed to slide down his forehead.
I haven't even said anything yet!
When you say you have "some personal matters to attend to," your brain's CPU automatically overclocks, and you fill in all the possible erotic and violent climaxes and steamy scenes according to the most clichéd and exciting online novel plot, right?
With such associative abilities, it would be a waste not to write novels.
"Okay, okay, stop!"
Ye Fan patted his head, amused and exasperated, as if shooing away a buzzing fly:
"Put your imaginations to rest for a bit. Let's meet up in a couple of days when we're both free, and we can talk about it in more detail. I'll leave this to you."
After saying that, he didn't give Wu Shaojie any more chance to use his imagination. He waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the hidden back door on the other side of the private room, which led to the hotel's internal logistics passage. His figure quickly disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.
Wu Shaojie, still not giving up, clung to the balcony door frame, leaned halfway out, and, facing Ye Fan's disappearing figure, added a final, cheeky blessing in what he thought was a low voice, but which was actually quite clear in the relatively quiet setting:
"Go for it, Lao Ye! Keep it up! Remember... put in a lot of effort! Take care of yourself!"
Ye Fan stumbled almost imperceptibly on the smooth, mirror-like marble floor.
He couldn't help but curse under his breath. Without turning his head, he simply turned his back to Wu Shaojie and raised his hand to make a "get lost" gesture.
He then quickened his pace and disappeared completely around the corner.
Meanwhile, inside the main private room, a wild and unrestrained frenzy had already broken out.
Fine wine flowed like a river, delicacies piled up like mountains, and the sound waves from the top-of-the-line speakers made the crystal chandelier tremble slightly.
A group of young masters from Nanjing who were having a wild time and getting drunk, along with their female companions.
Indulging in sensual pleasures under the extreme stimulation of alcohol, music, and dopamine.
No one noticed that Ye Fan, the key figure behind tonight's lavish revelry, had already slipped away as mysteriously and swiftly as he had appeared.
......
Having shaken off Wu Shaojie's lewd teasing filled with "blessings," Ye Fan strolled calmly through the hotel's quiet executive corridor and took the private elevator directly to the underground parking lot.
The dark gray Pagani, like a lurking phantom of the night, was quietly parked in its designated parking space.
I opened the car door and sat in the supportive carbon fiber seat, the familiar low growl of the engine echoing in the enclosed cabin.
Ye Fan lightly pressed the accelerator, and the Pagani emitted two deep and powerful roars, as if it were stretching its muscles. Then it slowly drove out of the dimly lit parking lot, leaving the hustle and bustle and luxury of "Cloud Pavilion" behind.
Outside the car window, the neon-lit night view of Nanjing City rushed towards me like a flowing galaxy.
Ye Fan held the steering wheel with one hand and tapped the car's navigation system with the other. The destination was clear and specific—Jinling Normal University.