As night falls, the city lights gradually illuminate the bustling metropolis, casting a captivating glow upon it.
Zhang Fan finished his day's work and slowly walked out of the office building located in the city center.
This office building was carefully selected and purchased by Hu Qian as her headquarters. Not only does it have a superior location, but its design is also extremely modern. The glass curtain wall glitters brilliantly in the afterglow of the setting sun, foreshadowing that this place will soon become the starting point for the company's take-off.
Looking at this place that will soon accommodate more employees and witness the launch of countless dreams, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and anticipation.
However, he was not basking in the joy of success at this moment, because something else was quietly tugging at his heartstrings—Miss Shen's insistence on shorting the stock market.
Although Zhang Fan didn't understand why Miss Shen was so persistent in short selling, he knew the dangers of the stock market and the unpredictable risks of short selling.
Once the market sentiment changes abruptly, short sellers often face huge losses, and may even lose everything.
Zhang Fan couldn't help but shake his head, secretly sighing: How easy is it to short sell? The stock market is never a puppet to be manipulated; every fluctuation is full of unknowns and variables.
I checked my phone and drove to the next location.
The neighborhood was exceptionally quiet under the cover of night, broken only by the occasional bark of a dog.
Zhang Fan found the target room according to the address. As soon as he approached, he heard a noisy sound coming from inside, mixed with arguing and crying.
Pushing open the door, the sight before him made him frown.
Inside the room, Chen Qing'er and a fair-skinned, beautiful woman stood to one side with their heads down, both with tear stains on their faces, looking extremely disheveled.
Chen Qing'er's usual appearance was now completely gone, replaced by helplessness and fear; while the fair-skinned woman, although her face was pretty, had empty eyes, as if she had lost all hope.
Nearby, a wrinkled, slovenly old man was holding keys, muttering something under his breath, his tone full of threat and dissatisfaction.
It turns out that the two women were facing the prospect of being evicted from their home because they failed to pay their rent on time.
The old man's attitude was firm, leaving no room for compromise, as if kicking them out was his only mission.
Zhang Fan's appearance broke the deadlock.
He walked up to the old man and calmly asked, "How much? I paid for them."
The old man looked up, scrutinized Zhang Fan with a critical gaze, then took out a receipt from his pocket and casually tossed it over.
Zhang Fan took it and saw that it was only a few hundred yuan, which was nothing to him.
However, these few hundred dollars became the final straw that broke the back of these two young women.
Seeing this, a glint of greed flashed in the old man's eyes, but he quickly regained his indifferent demeanor, muttering some offensive words as he put away the money, before turning and leaving.
As the old man's figure gradually disappeared outside the door, the atmosphere in the room finally eased, but the oppressive feeling and unease still lingered in the air.
Zhang Fan turned to look at the two women, whose eyes held both gratitude and embarrassment.
Chen Qing'er looked at Zhang Fan, a hint of embarrassment and helplessness flashing in her eyes.
The sudden closure of the dance studio came as a bolt from the blue, catching her and her colleagues completely off guard.
To make matters worse, the boss absconded with the money on the eve of closing down the business, failing to even pay the last month's wages.
She had come to her best friend's place seeking some comfort, at least to have a meal together, chat, and temporarily forget her troubles.
However, to her surprise, her best friend's situation was even worse than hers. Faced with the impending loss of her home, Chen Qing'er felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and self-blame. She hated herself for not being able to do anything for her best friend, even just a little bit of help.
Just then, Chen Qing'er suddenly had an idea. She looked at her best friend beside her, her eyes sparkling with hope: "This is the boss. Why don't you dance for him? Classical or traditional, it doesn't matter. Maybe he can help us."
Chen Qing'er knew that her best friend had studied dance since childhood and was highly skilled. She had won awards at the school's art festival many times. This was her only specialty and the only straw they could grasp at the moment.
Upon hearing this, her best friend looked up at Zhang Fan, her clear, watery eyes filled with both hesitation and anticipation.
She understood that this was not just a dance performance, but also the key to their possible escape from their predicament. So, she nodded slightly, turned and went into the room to change her clothes.
A moment later, as the room door opened gently, a woman dressed in a modern dance costume slowly walked out.
It was a white dance costume, light and flowing, as softly as a cloud enveloping her body. The costume was uniquely and elegantly designed, with a tight-fitting bodice that accentuated her graceful figure, and a loose skirt that swayed gently with her steps, like ripples on the surface of water.
Her long hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling gently beside her cheeks, adding to her gentleness and liveliness.
Zhang Fan sat to the side, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the fair-skinned and beautiful woman.
Her skin was as white and flawless as the first snow, with a faint glow, as if it would melt at the slightest touch.
Her features were delicate and three-dimensional, especially her eyes, which were bright and deep, as if they could see into people's hearts.
At this moment, she stood quietly in the center of the living room, waiting for the music to start.
As a melodious tune slowly flowed out, she began to dance gracefully.
Her movements were light and graceful; every turn and every jump was perfectly timed, as if she were one with the music.
Her dance moves combine the dynamism and freedom of modern dance with the charm and elegance of classical dance.
Her arms swayed gently, like willow branches swaying in the wind; her steps skipped lightly across the ground, like elves playing in the moonlight.
Every movement she made was full of power and beauty, as if she wanted to pour all her emotions into the dance.
Zhang Fan sat to the side, watching with rapt attention.
He had never seen such a moving dance; her dance was like a flowing painting, taking his thoughts into a dreamlike world.
He could almost see her dancing gracefully in the moonlight, like a fairy descending to earth; he could almost see her flitting among the flowers, dancing with the butterflies.
However, as the dance progressed, Zhang Fan's gaze began to become somewhat wicked.
He found himself unable to focus entirely on the dance itself, and instead began to pay more attention to the beautiful woman.
Every move she made, every expression she made, captivated him.
I've been having a lot on my mind lately; evil has taken over.
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