Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 387 Owning a private jet is so carefree, it's like taking a taxi!

At the entrance of the resort, Fang Yu looked at Wang Congcong, who was all ready to go, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Old Wang, aren't you going to Shanghai? Aren't you going to withdraw the investment from PandaTV?"

He knew the core purpose of Wang Congcong's trip.

"Ha! I'm not going!" Wang Congcong laughed loudly, patted Fang Yu's shoulder forcefully, then turned his gaze to Ye Fan with heartfelt gratitude, "I have to thank Old Ye for this! He came to my rescue in my time of need!"

"Old Ye voted?" Fang Yu's eyes widened instantly, his voice rising several decibels, his face full of disbelief.

How long have we known each other?

One day! More than ten hours!

A major investment involving hundreds of millions of dollars, just like that... it was settled with a few words?

Ye Fan's capriciousness and speed of decision-making have once again refreshed his understanding!

Wang Congcong nodded, her tone filled with barely suppressed excitement and a hint of barely perceptible pride: "That's right! Old Ye is taking care of the rest of the shares! Moreover, Old Ye made it clear that he will only make financial investments and will not interfere with operations! This is simply the perfect partner!"

He emphasized the importance of "not interfering," which he stressed was crucial to maintaining his control.

Fang Yu stood to the side, feeling a little dazed as the night wind blew by.

The world changed just because I took a nap?

Ye Fan didn't even conduct a detailed due diligence on PandaTV like a regular investor would. He just poured hundreds of millions into the company based on Lao Wang's "hype"... no, his statement.

He looked at the spirited Wang Congcong, then at the indifferent Ye Fan, and for the first time, he clearly felt the gap between himself and Ye Fan in terms of "level".

Compared to Ye Fan, a "big shot" with hundreds of millions in cash flow, his own meager wealth was nothing!

"This is outrageously extravagant!" Fang Yu could only silently complain in his heart: They just spent a fortune on live-streaming e-commerce with us, and then they turned around and gave Lao Wang hundreds of millions... This cash flow is terrifying!

Ye Fan didn't explain anything, and Wang Congcong also tacitly avoided revealing the specific amount and details.

He waved with a smile, "Brothers, I'm off now! A ton of things are waiting for me in the capital! I'll come back to Nanjing after I'm done with this, make proper arrangements, and then we'll get together again!"

After saying that, he nimbly climbed into the Rolls-Royce Phantom that was already waiting nearby.

As the steady engine sound of the Rolls-Royce gradually faded away on the winding mountain road, Ye Fan and the others boarded Fang Yu's Alphard.

inside the car.

Looking out at the thick darkness of the night, Fang Yu couldn't help but sigh again, "Tsk, having a private jet is so carefree! You can fly whenever you want, even in the dead of night, just like hailing a Didi (ride-hailing service)."

At this time, commercial airliners have long been grounded. The only aircraft that can take off at this hour, besides a few international flights and cargo planes, are private jets, which symbolize the highest level of wealth and freedom.

Ye Fan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He naturally knew about Wang Congcong's expensive Dassault Falcon private jet.

The famous internet meme from my past life instantly came to mind.

Wang Congcong posted a picture of his pet dog on a plane, and Zhou Hongyi, the CEO of 360, commented, "Are dogs allowed on airplanes?" Wang replied casually, "This is my private jet," showing his Versailles-like nature (although the plane was later sold).

"Private jets...and luxury yachts, they really are the standard for the elite." Ye Fan leaned back in his comfortable first-class seat, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest as he pondered.

It's time to consider getting one for myself.

Convenience, privacy, status symbol... many benefits.

His thoughts drifted further, and a picture came to mind.

Inside the spacious and luxurious cabin, Xu Yunshu and Chen Wanyu, dressed in meticulously tailored flight attendant uniforms—one gentle and intellectual, the other bright and capable—are providing attentive service with professional yet friendly smiles...

"Traveling a thousand miles a day... Hmm, that certainly sounds like a speed and passion worth experiencing."

Ye Fan's lips curled into a meaningful smile, and the neon lights outside the window flashed quickly across his deep eyes.

The black Alphard cruised smoothly along the city's elevated highways late at night, the neon lights outside the window resembling colorful ribbons.

A brief silence fell over the carriage, broken only by the low hum of the air conditioning.

Fang Yu yawned, breaking the silence, and turned to ask Ye Fan, "Old Ye, are you really not going to Old Qin's for another round? He just got a new batch of good wine, and the atmosphere is really lively."

He was referring to Qin Kun's well-known bar, a place frequented by people in the industry.

Ye Fan waved his hand lazily, his voice carrying a hint of weariness and satisfaction after the battle: "No, I'm exhausted after two days of running around. Just take me home to rest."

"Okay," Fang Yu nodded understandingly, then asked, "Where will I take you? To your dorm at Nanjing University?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan gave Fang Yu a disgruntled sideways glance, then gestured with his chin to Irina and Valentina, who were leaning against him like two lazy kittens, feigning sleep: "Look at this commotion! Going back to the dorm? Do you think the dorm supervisor has bad eyesight, or do you want to be the headline on tomorrow's Nanjing University forum?"

"Hahaha! Oh my god!" Fang Yu slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what he'd done, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I was so busy chatting that I forgot about this! Right, right, that's not appropriate, really not appropriate! So where should I take you? A hotel?"

After a moment's thought, Ye Fan recalled the comfortable, private haven he had been away from for so long: "Let's go to Jiangwan City."

That was a top-tier duplex apartment he owned in the heart of Nanjing.

"Okay! Got it!" Fang Yu replied, immediately leaning forward to clearly instruct the driver, "Reroute to Jiangwan City, Building A underground parking garage entrance."

The return journey will take about 40 to 50 minutes.

As weariness returned, Ye Fan adjusted his position, lying down naturally on his side with his head resting on Valentina's soft, warm thighs, which carried a faint fragrance.

Valentina simply adjusted her posture slightly to make him more comfortable, her fingers unconsciously brushing away the stray hairs on his forehead.

Irina nestled quietly beside him, and the carriage was filled with a relaxed and intimate atmosphere, almost like that of a family.

Fang Yu caught a glimpse of this scene in the rearview mirror, his lips twitched, and he silently turned his head to look out the window—a single dog was hit with a critical strike of ten thousand points!

......

Ye Fan was awakened by the slight jerking of the vehicle.

When I opened my eyes, the Alphard was already parked smoothly in the gleaming, exclusive VIP parking space in the underground garage of Building A of Jiangwan City, a space filled with luxury cars.

Soft overhead lights illuminated the luxurious yet spacious parking area.

"We're here, Lao Ye," Fang Yu's voice came.

Ye Fan sat up, stretched his stiff neck, and said a brief goodbye to Fang Yu, Qin Fei, and the others: "I'm leaving now, see you later."

"See you later!"

Ye Fan got out of the car with Irina and Valentina.