Lin Fan is the ’Low-Key Tycoon,’ the second largest shareholder of Teasing Whiskers?
Zheng Miaomiao was stunned.
What kind of concept is this!
Just who is this landlord of hers? He owns an entire building of Tangchen Yipin, has a billion-dollar net worth, is the major shareholder of Teasing Whiskers, and is a musical genius?
How can one person have so many amazing attributes all at once?
Lin Fan didn’t bother with Zheng Miaomiao; he simply walked over, got into the Kosak, and drove away.
"Landlord darling, listen to my explanation."
Zheng Miaomiao snapped out of it and hurriedly chased after him, but Lin Fan was already gone.
Zheng Miaomiao was anxious; if Lin Fan really banned her for a month, the loss would be catastrophic; she’d cry to death.
Jindu Grand Hotel.
A charity gala was about to take place here.
Before 7 o’clock, the hotel parking lot was already packed with luxury cars. Besides inviting various tycoons, it’s said that so celebrities would also attend this gala.
The hotel entrance was laid with red carpet, and on both sides, journalists were taking photos. Stylishly dressed guests and glamorously dressed actresses paraded down the red carpet as cara flashes kept flickering, enveloping the venue in an air of the high aristocracy.
Generally speaking, attendees of the charity gala co not primarily for charity, but to show off wealth, get in the spotlight, and socialize; that’s the real intention.
Under the seemingly harmonious atmosphere, there was a lot of competition.
Face competition: if a businessman has an actress by their side, it naturally boosts face value, especially if their status is high.
Appearance competition: this mostly happened among won, seeing whose makeup and dressing stood out, overshadowing others.
Wealth competition: usually evident in the businessn’s outfits and cars. An expensive suit or luxury car is an important weapon.
Businessn are quite willing to invest in rides—Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, Ferrari... the competition is equally matched.
Businessn secretly competed, while outwardly complinting each other.
"Old Chen, you got a new car again, huh? I heard this Bentley costs 3 million?"
"Heh, heh, how could it compare to your rcedes S-class, it must be the highest spec, right?"
"Just joking, I don’t really know cars; it’s only thanks to heaven, the Company profited last year, so I picked the most expensive one, rely over 3 million or so."
"When it cos to enjoying life, Old Li’s the champ, getting into supercars; that’s a youthful mindset!"
"No, no, I don’t understand cars, my son bought it, said it’s a 5 million Ferrari, drives okay."
The wealthy bantered, simultaneously complinting others and boasting a bit.
However, when Lin Fan’s supercar roared in, everyone quieted down, stunned, looking at the attention-grabbing Kosak.
Only 3 exist worldwide.
A top-tier supercar valued at an astonishing 70 million!
It crushed the whole scene upon its arrival.
The previous wealth flaunting beca a childish joke in front of this flashy luxury car.
This car imdiately triggered screams from the won.
These won, always mingling in the fa circle, actresses, or socialites, could all feel the aura this luxury car exuded.
The scent of money.
Precisely her favorite aroma.
The n fell silent, looking slightly awkward.
Who on earth could it be, driving such an extravagant supercar?
Inside the Kosak.
Lin Fan parked but didn’t get out right away; instead, he called Anna.
"Has my suit been delivered?" Lin Fan asked.
Anna replied, "It’s on the way. Since it’s tailored, there was a bit of a delay, please wait a mont."
Lin Fan said, "Alright, call when it arrives. I’ll head inside and use the restroom first."
He rushed out without visiting the restroom before.
After hanging up, Lin Fan opened the car door.
Both car doors of the Kosak opened like sci-fi wings, full of futurism.
Lin Fan promptly stepped out, lightly pressed the key, and closed the car door.
Everyone exchanged glances.
The young man erging from the car was in head-to-toe knock-offs!
"Tch, thought it would be so big shot, turns out it’s just a driver!"
"He must be here picking up his boss, right? Wonder who his boss is?"
"His boss must be impressive, but he’s just a pathetic broke driver."
Everyone shot Lin Fan contemptuous looks.
Because of Lin Fan’s attire, they assud he was rely a chauffeur, a lackey for so wealthy person.
Lin Fan was in a rush to use the restroom, he didn’t have ti for others, hurriedly making his way across the red carpet, and with his street-market outfit, photographers on both sides dodged him in ti, naturally, no one took photos of him.
However, a female celebrity, busy striking various poses for photos, almost collided with Lin Fan while searching for the cara angle.
If they indeed collided, both might tumble over, resulting in a chaotic scene.
Fortunately, Lin Fan reacted quickly, side-stepping to dodge, but couldn’t avoid stepping on the train of the actress’s floor-length gown.
Leaving a prominent shoe print.
Lin Fan imdiately said, "Sorry."
Although it was both their faults, the actress bore more responsibility, however, Lin Fan, as the man who stepped on the other’s dress, took the initiative to apologize.
But this C-list actress’s temper wasn’t small at all.
She imdiately started scolding like mad, "How do you walk, no eyes? Didn’t see I was taking pictures? You stepped on my dress and stained it!"
Lin Fan apologized, "Really sorry, I apologize again. How much was your dress? I’ll pay you double the amount."
The actress looked at Lin Fan disdainfully, seeing his outfit!
"You compensate? You broke-ass, can you afford it? This dress is worth more than a year’s salary for you!" The actress jeered.
The crowd chuckled, enjoying the spectacle.
This broken-looking guy indeed didn’t seem capable of paying up; overlooking the poor was a favorite scene among the wealthy.
Lin Fan chuckled and said, "Impossible."
The actress squinted her eyes, "What do you an impossible?"
Lin Fan calmly said, "Your dress can’t possibly be worth 100 million?"
The actress claid her dress was worth more than his annual salary, but his annual salary was calculated in billions, and saying 100 million was quite modest. In reality, it’s trillions.
Of course, this dress couldn’t be more than his annual inco.
What?
Everyone was stunned, this street-market dressed guy, annual inco 100 million?
Impossible!
The actress, naturally disbelieving, thought Lin Fan was bragging, sneering, "A broke man with delusions! I can’t be bothered arguing with a pauper like you. Kneel and wipe my dress clean, and I’ll let it slide."
Lin Fan smiled, "Are you sure, you want to kneel?"
The actress arrogantly said, "Yes, right now, imdiately kneel for , understand?"
Everyone was waiting to see Lin Fan embarrassed.
At that mont, a neatly dressed middle-aged man hurried out.
Many recognized him—it was Li He, the general manager of Jindu Grand Hotel!
It seed this commotion had alard Li He, drawing him out to handle it personally.
The crowd felt this was even more exciting. Li He certainly wouldn’t go easy on this broke-looking guy.
However!
Li He quickly approached Lin Fan, deeply bowing, "Mr. Lin, I didn’t know you had arrived. I’m sorry for not welcoming you from afar."
Lin Fan smiled, "I was just about to call you. I ran into a bit of trouble here."
Li He smiled awkwardly, "I’ve seen it all, so I hurried over. Sorry about this unpleasant incident."
Lin Fan said, "I need to use the restroom urgently, you handle this person."
"Alright," Li He replied.
Lin Fan then casually went inside.
Li He turned to the actress, his expression instantly turning cold, "Miss, I will compensate you for your dress, but please leave now, you can’t go further."
The actress was dumbfounded.
Everyone was dumbfounded, what was going on?
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