Chapter 175
Everyone rushed to the abandoned underground fighting arena; it was already seven o’clock, and the rain outside, as always, showed no intention of stopping.
When Chen Fan arrived at the scene, he noticed that many people had already found spots and quietly sat down. Some had even specially prepared tables and chairs and started drinking.
Good grief, no need to guess—this guy was definitely that show-off king, Brother Di. The first thing Brother Di did was look toward Chen Fan, his eyes locked onto him, staring so intensely it was as if he wanted to devour Chen Fan whole.
What the hell? Why are you looking at me? Are you nuts?
Chen Fan didn’t back down and stared right back.
“What are you looking at? Looking for death, huh?”
This story, honestly, is kind of half a comedy—Chen Fan needs to display that fearless, sky’s-the-limit attitude; in short, it’s all about showing off. The more arrogant he gets, the more miserable he’ll be later.
But that’s all for later—for now, Chen Fan still needs to keep up the act. Once this part ends, though, the power struggles among the elite families will probably kick off, and the next phase of the plot will involve elite family conflicts mixed with entertainment industry rivalries.
Who will ultimately be the king of the entertainment world? And what about Ye Aotian’s status in the Ye family?
In the end, though, Ye Aotian doesn’t inherit the position of Ye family head because he despises that model—it’s devoid of any emotion; he just wants to prove he’s capable.
But what Ye Aotian really wanted was to become an elite family head himself. That was probably the protagonist’s domineering charm. After all, he was the protagonist—he didn’t take the usual path.
Chen Fan found a spot, sat down comfortably, and then Zhu Yeqing stood behind him.
Cao Zijin and Liu Feifei sat to the side, watching.
Chen Fan raised his middle finger directly at Brother Di—obviously, he was pretending not to know him, acting like he didn’t care how great Brother Di was, basically saying, “I look down on you, so what? Come hit me if you dare.”
“Who’s this guy?”
“Young Master, this is the only son of the Chen family.”
“You mean that useless rich second-generation kid who keeps squandering money?”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“The Chen family has really fallen. To spend so much effort pulling strings and paving the way for a guy like this—though with Cao Zijin around, he probably won’t turn out too bad. At least the family line won’t die out, but he might end up being controlled by others later.”
At that moment, Cao Zijin handed Chen Fan an orange, but Chen Fan swatted it away.
Cao Zijin hurriedly apologized.
Brother Di was stunned for a moment and said, “Oh, it seems I underestimated her. Cao Zijin’s future is limitless. This woman is really patient. Who’d have thought the most impressive person in the Cao family would be Cao Zijin? Too bad no one in the Cao family takes her seriously.”
At this point, Ye Ziyue sat down next to Chen Fan, which left Brother Di a bit confused.
“What’s this … What’s Ye Ziyue doing?”
“No idea, but I heard she went straight to Cao Zijin, meaning she went to the Chen family.”
Brother Di thought for a moment and said, “Then it’s probably because of Cao Zijin. Hmm, that explains why Ye Zimei is here too.”
Ye Zitian saw his two younger sisters but didn’t say much. How his sisters chose to act was their business. That’s how the Ye family worked—life, death, wealth, and status all depended on individual effort.
Chen Fan, meanwhile, propped his legs up and shouted loudly, “Where is everyone? Why hasn’t it started yet? If it doesn’t start soon, I’m going to get annoyed waiting.”
Countless people around turned to look at Chen Fan.
What the hell? Who’s this guy? How can he be so arrogant?
There was a very fat young master in the crowd, but his eyes were sharp and clever.
There was a woman carrying a sword on her back, her gaze piercing.
There was also someone dressed plainly, alone, but with a murderous aura in their eyes that intimidated others.
And even a strange person in a Taoist robe with messy hair.
It was basically like a massive cosplay convention, right? But the biggest reaction everyone had toward Chen Fan was: Is there something wrong with this guy’s head?
At that moment, a few more girls showed up, which actually made Chen Fan pretty happy. Whoa, they all came?
This is great, this reliable? Could it be that these women changing their personas was all an act? Were they all here to help the protagonist take me down? Sure enough, these women are all scheming bitches—not a single one of them is good.
Why are these people here? There’s no reason they’d know about this—I didn’t tell them.
“Did you tell them?”
“No, honey, I really didn’t. I’m with you 24 hours a day, every moment—I haven’t even made a phone call, honest.”
“Then what’s going on? Am I imagining things?”
“I don’t know, honey. How could you suspect your wife?”
I’d freaking slap you if I could—get lost. Big bro’s trying to show off here; don’t cling to me and mess things up.
At that moment, Jin Lan came over and gave a look, and Liu Feifei quickly stepped aside.
Jin Lan sat down next to Chen Fan, crossing her legs.
“You … you’ve gone too far.”
Jin Lan glanced at Chen Fan, and he immediately shut up.
Fine, you win. You’ve got my mom’s authority backing you—I’ll steer clear of you. You’re the boss.
Jin Lan said, “Why didn’t you invite me? Is it appropriate that I didn’t know about something like this?”
“It’s not like I didn’t invite you—it’s just that this kind of fight isn’t exactly legal.”
Jin Lan said, “Then why are you all still starting it? And it looks like quite a few big shots have shown up.”
Brother Di spotted Jin Lan right away and said, “That’s Jin Lan, right?”
“Yes, she’s someone who’s been making waves lately. Who’d have thought she’d actually manage to boost a small city’s development? Her future career path is basically wide open.”
Brother Di said, “Is there a way to get in touch with her? Someone like that shouldn’t be able to refuse help from our Di family.”
“We can arrange contact—I’ll set it up for you.”
Brother Di nodded.
Looking at Jin Lan, he had to admit—Qin City sure had a lot of beautiful women.
Huh, there’s another one.
“Who’s that?”
“A girl from a small family, Lin Qingyue. She’s known as Qin City’s number one beauty and the woman both Ye Aotian and Chen Fan are fighting over.”
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“So, the two of them became enemies because of this woman, and that’s how things turned into the current situation?”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Sigh, I thought they were two interesting opponents, but it turns out it’s pretty dull. There’s hatred involved, but it seems like both formulas came from Qin City, right?”
“Yes.”
Brother Di looked at Chen Fan. This guy—did his company really have some genius who came up with that formula?
You should know, Chen Fan’s formula was the most profitable one, and it’s the very reason the Chen family dared to throw its weight around right now.
Whether it’s men or women, no one could escape the word “desire”—there was no way to avoid it.
So naturally, Chen Fan’s formula became the most lucrative thing out there.
But in terms of prestige, Ye Aotian’s formula still took the cake because it truly was a life-saving thing.