Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 110 Dude, don't you have any self-awareness?

At this moment, Chen Wanyu wasn't thinking about whether or not to accept Ye Fan's offer to become a couple.

Instead, a grander, more impractical thought, yet one she couldn't help but dwell on, entwined her heart like vines:

"Ye Fan, would a man like him be willing to marry someone like me?"

.....

Ten minutes later.

The car arrived at the entrance of the Kaos Bar.

The scene before her eyes confirmed Chen Wanyu's worries: the bar entrance was crowded with people, and the bass of the music could be faintly felt vibrating through the thick door.

The already cramped parking lot entrance was completely blocked by luxury cars, making it difficult to even find a gap on the ground.

Ye Fan glanced at it and decisively gave up on finding a parking space.

He simply parked his car right next to the main gate.

Almost the instant the car stopped, a young security guard, dressed in a bar security uniform and looking to be no more than twenty years old, jogged over.

He was clearly experienced and recognized the car's value at a glance.

Without any questions or doubts, he deftly took several conspicuous fluorescent traffic cones from his waist and, with a few quick swishes, precisely placed them in front of, behind, to the sides of the Ferrari, instantly isolating the car from potential risks and creating a temporary "exclusive protective circle."

Ye Fan opened the car door and got out, his demeanor composed.

He casually slipped the car keys and a small stack of rolled-up hundred-yuan bills into the hand of the young security guard who came to greet him.

"Thanks, bro."

Ye Fan's tone was casual, with a touch of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry):

"Just move it over there for me when there's a spot available."

Sometimes, slipping in some cash or offering a few cigarettes is more effective than anything else.

The young security guard glanced down at the rolled-up red bill in his hand, his eyes lit up, and his face immediately lit up with enthusiasm as he respectfully addressed Ye Fan:

"Hehe, boss, you don't need to go to so much trouble. Don't worry, just park it here, I'll keep an eye on it for you."

This security guard looks quite young, probably in his early twenties. He's very quick-witted and knows how to handle things. In fact, at this age, he became a security guard directly, which, in my previous life's terms, means he skipped 20 years of detours.

It has potential.

Ye Fan nodded without saying anything and simply put the keys in his pocket.

He turned around and prepared to walk towards the bar's entrance with Chen Wanyu.

Just then, a brand-new white BMW 5 Series followed suit and parked next to the gate.

Upon seeing this, the security guard quickly stepped forward to stop it:

"Excuse me, sir, parking is not allowed here."

The BMW driver was clearly dissatisfied, pointing at the Ferrari surrounded by traffic cones, and said in a very aggressive tone:

"Why? He can park here, but I can't? Are you discriminating against me?"

The security guard glanced at the Ferrari and then at the BMW.

He was internally screaming: "Dude, don't you have any self-awareness? What kind of car is that? What kind of car is yours? Not only is he richer than you, but he's also so polite to a lowly security guard like him. You even rolled down your window, and you didn't even offer him a cigarette? You don't give me any points, but you expect the same treatment?"

He cursed inwardly, but his words were perfectly fluent, spoken in a loud and clear voice:

"Sir, you've misunderstood. That owner's parking space is a VIP-only temporary parking spot that was booked in advance at a high price; we have a record of it. We're very sorry, but could you please cooperate and drive forward to find a parking space, or park in our designated valet parking area? Thank you for your cooperation!"

The security guard stood there smiling, unmoved by any persuasion.

The BMW owner was taken aback by the words "VIP exclusive" and "high-priced reservation," and seeing the security guard's unyielding attitude and the onlookers' curious gazes, he immediately lost face.

He cursed angrily, "Damn it, what a piece of junk!" and slammed on the gas pedal, the BMW speeding away with a grudge.

Ye Fan, who had just walked to the revolving door of the bar, happened to witness this rather dramatic scene.

A slight smile played on his lips, revealing a hint of amusement. His gaze lingered for a moment on the quick-witted young security guard, and the same thought flashed through his mind again: Hmm, promising.

immediately.

He didn't linger any longer, reaching out to push open the door that isolated him from the outside noise, and with Chen Wanyu, he stepped into the deafening, mesmerizing sound waves and neon lights of Kaos.

As soon as I stepped into the bizarre world of Kaos, a beautiful marketing woman in a tight black dress and with exquisite makeup greeted me with a professional and enthusiastic smile.

"Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"

Her voice remained clear amidst the noisy background, her gaze quickly sweeping over Ye Fan's young face and Chen Wanyu beside him.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, and his voice, though not loud, was incredibly penetrating:

"My surname is Ye, and my phone number ends in 1723."

The beautiful marketing woman quickly tapped a few times on her tablet, and the information that popped up on the screen made her heart skip a beat.

The boss called me personally ten minutes ago, repeatedly urging me to "provide the highest level of hospitality" and "make sure Mr. Ye is satisfied."

Although the specific reason was not explained, how could these shrewd people who frequent nightclubs not understand the significance of such special treatment?

The seemingly young and handsome man in front of you is definitely a hidden master!

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

She immediately bowed slightly, adopting an extremely humble posture, almost as if she were leading the way: "A booth has been prepared for you, number 009, with the best view! This way, please!"

She carefully led the way, passing the edge of the crowded dance floor, afraid that someone might accidentally bump into the distinguished guest.

Soon, a large, semi-circular booth in an excellent location came into view.

It was the 009th.

It's right next to the DJ booth and directly opposite the central stage, offering a panoramic view of the bar's most vibrant atmosphere. It's definitely the most prestigious spot besides booth 001.

The booth was empty, but the outside was already packed with people, and the atmosphere was incredibly enthusiastic.

Ye Fan casually pulled out a few crisp hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to the beautiful saleswoman who had led the way.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Ye! Thank you so much!"

The beautiful saleswoman's eyes lit up. She took the banknotes with both hands, her smile practically overflowing, and she bowed repeatedly.

Have a great time tonight with your friends! Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything!

This extra tip is probably more than her commission for tonight.

Ye Fan and Chen Wanyu had just sat down on the soft leather sofa and hadn't even had a chance to appreciate the view from their VIP booth when a woman in her early thirties, dressed in a well-tailored dark business suit and exuding a capable air, strode over.

"Good evening, Mr. Ye!"

Wan Qingqing's face displayed just the right amount of enthusiasm and respect. She bowed slightly, her voice clear and professional:

"I am Wan Qingqing, the manager of this store. It is an honor to serve you tonight."

She handed over a beautifully designed drinks menu with both hands:

"Here is our drinks menu. Do you see anything you particularly prefer, or would you like me to recommend anything?"

Ye Fan glanced at it briefly and closed the drink menu immediately.

"You can arrange it for me, about 10 people."

It was his first time at a bar, so he didn't bother to look around and just told the manager to prepare everything.

Wan Qingqing was slightly taken aback, but her professionalism made her smile immediately.

These customers who entrust their services to others are either regulars or people who simply don't care about the price.