Meanwhile, on the other side, as night fell, a lavish and extravagant feast was unfolding in a nightclub under neon lights.
Young Master Du has completed his first performance—a simple show interwoven with elegant music and graceful dance.
But for him, this was just an appetizer. The real main event was the next orgy, a world filled with desire and indulgence, where cell phones and anything else that might reveal secrets were forbidden to ensure that every guest could fully immerse themselves in the revelry.
Young Master Du, dressed in a custom-made suit with his lapel slightly open and a nonchalant smile on his lips, had just stepped out of that hormone-filled room. He seemed to have just woken up from a dream, feeling relaxed and with a glint of unfinished fun in his eyes.
However, this ease did not last long. As soon as he stepped out of the dance hall, a familiar figure blocked his way like a boulder—it was his father, a man who was always known for his seriousness and whose eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
"You bastard, did you send someone to the museum to take things?" Mr. Du's voice was deep, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable authority and anger.
Young Master Du was taken aback for a moment, then a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if his father's scolding was just a passing breeze to him.
"Just deal with this little punk, and return the gift later, right? It's not a big deal. When you give gifts, don't you choose something valuable anyway? What's the difference?"
His words were full of arrogance and ignorance, as if in his world, rules were only meant to be broken, and the consequences were to be borne by others.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Du's face turned ashen, and he trembled with rage.
The purpose of giving gifts is to maintain business relationships; it is the result of careful planning and selection. How can it be compared to such blatant illegal and criminal acts?
What worries him even more is that the theft at the National Museum has attracted the attention of high-level officials. If the investigation leads back to him, not only will his family's reputation be ruined, but the business he has built up over the years may also be destroyed by this good-for-nothing son.
"You, you better behave yourself lately, don't cause any more trouble, or you'll become a bad example and end up in jail!" Mr. Du's voice was slightly hoarse with anxiety. He scolded him as he quickly turned around, preparing to deal with the crisis caused by his son.
He knew that if he didn't quickly quell the situation and clean up his son's mess, then his family and the business empire he had built from scratch would face an unprecedented crisis.
In the darkness of night, Du's father's figure appeared exceptionally lonely and heavy, each step seemingly treading on the edge of an unknown abyss.
Young Master Du stood still, watching his father's departing figure, a barely perceptible sneer flashing in his eyes.
He seemed neither to understand nor care about his father's worries and anxieties. To him, it was just a minor episode in life, a way to showcase his "ability" and "charm".
With the Du family's immense power, are they afraid of something like this?
Even if they find out, what can they do?
It was just done by a temporary worker, what can you find out?
Father, you're old, you're useless now, afraid of this and that. Why weren't you afraid when he was giving gifts?
Now you're afraid of a hammer?
Zhang Fan is just a down-on-his-luck young master. With Wanfu Group already down, what consequences could there be?
What a downer! My men are watching, watching me slap them across the face.
How will they ever regain their authority?
Young Master Du bit his lip, furious, and kicked the door frame.
On the other side.
Zhang Fan indeed did not take Du Gongzi's arrogant behavior to heart.
In his eyes, Du Gongzi's behavior of trying to attract attention with his petty cleverness and tricks was nothing but the trickery of a clown, not worthy of being compared with him, let alone becoming his opponent.
At this moment, the night was deep and all was quiet, with only a bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting its cool silvery light.
Zhang Fan, wearing a simple yet tasteful dark coat, walked steadily toward a cemetery located on the edge of the city.
This cemetery is not a typical cemetery, but a historic and tranquil garden-style cemetery surrounded by lush trees. The occasional chirping of night birds adds to its mystery and serenity.
It's rather strange that Wenxi chose this location as our meeting place, but it's where she chose it, so I can only respect that.
When Zhang Fan stepped into the cemetery and passed through rows of neatly arranged tombstones, he finally saw Wen Xi waiting under an ancient locust tree.
At this moment, she was wearing a well-tailored black dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the night breeze, like a mysterious and elegant orchid in the night.
Her long hair was casually tied up, revealing her delicate neck and collarbone, which, combined with her light makeup, made her look even more refined and elegant.
Under the moonlight, Wenxi's skin appeared exceptionally fair, and her eyes, which usually carried a hint of wariness and aloofness, now seemed softer and more bewildered due to the surroundings.
Seeing Zhang Fan arrive, there was a certain tension, but even more so, a strange mix of nervousness and curiosity.
Zhang Fan looked at Wen Xi in front of him. Wasn't this outfit just inviting him to do something?
Indeed, the time, the place, and Wen Xi's extraordinary attire gave her an indescribable charm that was both mysterious and alluring.
But Zhang Fan knew that his purpose in coming here was not to admire her beauty, but to discuss something more important.
However, a somewhat playful thought couldn't help but arise in his mind: if he wanted to do something, even in this cemetery, he could use his methods to make her powerless to resist and obediently submit.
"I'd like to do something related to finance in Hong Kong recently, what should I do?"
Recently, the Shen family and other Hong Kong families have been causing trouble. Do I really think I can't strike at their weakest point?
I already have an idea in mind.
"You need to obtain a temporary Hong Kong identity before you can open an account in Hong Kong, or obtain a temporary overseas identity to open an account overseas. You cannot open an account in Hong Kong with a mainland identity."
Wen Xi was still three meters away from Zhang Fan, and dared not get close, always worried that the man would lose control and come up to her.
He knew that his best friend Yun Yao had already been won over, and he was next.
Which method is more suitable?
Zhang Fan asked.
"With a foreign identity, you can apply for a green card and then open an account in the Cayman Islands. If you need to exchange your local currency for Hong Kong dollars, you can also contact me."
Wenxi didn't forget to promote his business.
"Okay, I'll need to prepare for that, as I might need a lot of money."
"I can also provide loans with an annualized return of 20%."
Wen Xi looked up.
Not only did they act as money brokers, but they also provided loans?
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