33: Chapter 33 The Hatred of Having One's Wife Stolen! Punishing the Scumbag: "Trying to Show Off Backfires and Loses Two Million"

"Xiao Fan, everything you wanted is ready!"

Wang Defu pulled the last cart and rushed into the yard. He didn't look tired at all; instead, he had a spirit that even young people couldn't match.

Chen Fan went to meet him. Looking at the mountain of raw materials piled up in the yard, his heart warmed. "Uncle Wang, thank you for your hard work. This job would have taken someone else ages."

"Hey, don't mention it!" Wang Defu waved his hand and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his sturdy arms. His voice was so excited it rose an octave. "Ever since I started drinking that special milk tea of yours, these old bones of mine feel like they're eighteen again!"

A hint of a smile flashed in Chen Fan's eyes. He had also been relying on these Amplification drinks lately and felt that his mental power had indeed surged significantly. He hadn't expected the effect to be so explosive.

"Then you must keep drinking it. After a while, you might even be able to win a championship at a sports meet."

This sentence made Wang Defu laugh heartily. His clear laughter made the sycamore leaves outside the yard rustle.

After the joking, Chen Fan didn't delay any longer. Using his Spatial Storage Jade Pendant, a pale green light flashed, and he moved all the raw materials to their designated positions on each floor of the factory.

A sharp light suddenly lit up in Chen Fan's eyes, and he activated his Consciousness Anchoring Ability with full force!

After finishing just two furnaces, the sweat on Chen Fan's forehead was dripping like broken beads. The T-shirt on his back was completely soaked, clinging to his body and outlining a slightly thin but powerful silhouette.

"Luckily, I prepared enough Amplification drinks in advance."

Chen Fan gritted his teeth and gulped down a bottle of "Fresh Mind-Stabilizing Water," instantly feeling most of his depleted mental power return. He didn't dare stop and continued to pour his energy into the pile of "junk."

Three days and nights!

When the last old machine tool completed its Amplification, the entire factory was completely transformed!

The original scrap metal had all become majestic steel beasts. Their silver-gray bodies gleamed with a cold, hard luster, standing tall on each floor of the factory like a mechanical army ready for battle.

[All equipment inspection complete! Error rate .001%, far exceeding military-grade standards. All passed!]

Listening to Xiao Zhi's report, Chen Fan leaned against the cold machine body and looked at the results before him. A sense of achievement swept through his body like a warm current, and all his fatigue vanished in that moment.

Finally, one day before the production start date specified in the military order, the last piece of equipment completed its final calibration. Six production lines (including the original one) started their trial run simultaneously under the unified scheduling of the "Bee King."

A low hum harmoniously merged together, like the steady breathing of a giant beast. The first batch of trial-processed bushing parts came off the line and were fully scanned by the inspection table controlled by "xiao wei"—dimensions, precision, and internal structure all perfectly met or even slightly exceeded the previous harsh standards.

"Production capacity reached, quality stable," Xiao Zhi's report was concise and powerful.

Chen Fan stood in the center of the workshop, looking at the precision assembly line, feeling completely at ease.

The pressure of the 20,000-set order had now transformed into surging productivity. He sent a short message to Engineer Yang: "The production line is ready. Production can start tomorrow as planned to ensure on-time delivery."

Just as Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take a break, his phone chimed.

Opening WeChat, he saw a message from Su Qingyue, accompanied by a stylish art exhibition poster, with a soft little cat peeking emoji at the end: "A friend gave me two tickets. I heard this exhibition is super interesting. Are you free to go together this weekend?"

Looking at the cute emoji on the screen, Chen Fan's nerves, which had been tense for days, instantly relaxed, and a long-lost warmth surged in his heart. He had indeed neglected the girl quite a bit while focusing all his energy on the factory expansion.

He hardly hesitated and quickly typed a reply: "I'm definitely free. I'll pick you up this weekend."

On Sunday afternoon, the sun was bright, just like Chen Fan's mood at the moment. He drove to Su Qingyue's building, and as soon as he stopped, a slender figure walked out of the unit door.

Su Qingyue was wearing a light white floral dress today. Her light makeup made her skin look as white as snow, and her long hair was loosely tied back, revealing her slender and fair neck. When she saw Chen Fan, her eyes instantly curved into crescents, and the light in them was dazzlingly bright.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked with a smile as she sat in the passenger seat, carrying a faint scent of gardenia.

"Just got here." Chen Fan started the car, the smile on his face impossible to hide. "You look really beautiful today."

Su Qingyue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gave a soft "Mm." A sweet, ambiguous atmosphere immediately filled the car.

Both of them tacitly put aside the troubles of the factory and the hospital for the time being, heading towards this date of romance and art like an ordinary couple.

The art exhibition was held in a highly designed art museum in the city center. The building's exterior was a minimalist geometric shape, and one could feel the rich artistic atmosphere upon entering.

Most of the works in the exhibition hall were abstract and avant-garde. The colors were so bold they were dizzying, and the compositions were so bizarre they were incomprehensible.

Chen Fan knew nothing about art appreciation, but with Su Qingyue by his side, he didn't find it boring. Listening to her softly sharing insights she had heard from her art friends, and occasionally leaning in to guess the artist's intention with her, it was incredibly pleasant.

Su Qingyue watched very seriously, sometimes stopping to frown in thought, and sometimes being amused by interesting works, her whole being radiating a lively aura.

But this rare peace was completely shattered by an extremely piercing voice.

"Oh, isn't this President Chen?" Li Zeyu, with the flamboyantly dressed Zhao Ya on his arm, approached with a snide tone, his eyes full of undisguised contempt. "How long has it been since you were unemployed? Do you still have spare money to come to a place like this to 'improve' your taste? You probably scavenged the tickets, didn't you?"

His voice wasn't quiet, and it immediately drew the attention of many people around them. Zhao Ya also quickly put on a look of relief, as if saying she was lucky to have dumped Chen Fan, or else she would be losing face with him now.

Chen Fan's expression didn't change at all. He even turned to smile gently at Su Qingyue, signaling her with his eyes not to mind.

Su Qingyue, however, frowned slightly and subconsciously tightened her grip on Chen Fan's arm, her face full of displeasure.

Seeing that Chen Fan didn't take the bait, Li Zeyu felt bored. His eyes darted around and landed on a Public Welfare Art Education Program Donation Box in a corner of the exhibition hall. He deliberately raised his volume, his tone extremely exaggerated: "Look, this is what true social responsibility looks like! Chen Fan, since you're here to pretend to be cultured, why don't you show some sincerity? Oh, right, I almost forgot, you don't even have a job now. You probably want to help but can't afford it, right? Haha!"

The mockery in his words was practically overflowing, clearly intended to humiliate Chen Fan on both "class" and "strength."

Zhao Ya also fanned the flames, tugging on Li Zeyu's arm and letting out a hypocritical chuckle: "Zeyu, don't make it hard for him. How could he have the money for charity?"

The two of them played off each other, waiting to see Chen Fan make a fool of himself.

But Chen Fan waited for them to finish their performance before speaking slowly, his tone as flat as if he were talking about the weather: "Young Master Li is right. Art is worth supporting, and public welfare deserves even more heart."

His gaze swept over the intent registration book next to the donation box, and he looked at Li Zeyu with a half-smile. "Seeing Young Master Li dressed in designer brands and carrying himself so well, I'm sure you do a lot of charity work. Why don't you set an example for everyone today?"

Li Zeyu thought this played right into his hands. He was waiting for the chance to humiliate Chen Fan again after making a donation.

He sneered and walked towards the registration book with his head held high. "An example? Of course, no problem! Whatever I donate casually will be enough for some people to earn in half a year! Give me a pen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fan smilingly handed him an old fountain pen.

No one noticed that this pen had long been secretly amplified by Chen Fan using Consciousness Anchoring, becoming an "Impulse Magnification Pen" specifically designed for posers, capable of magnifying the user's urge to show off by a hundred times!

Li Zeyu took the pen, having already planned it out—he would just write twenty thousand yuan. It would show his wealth and also thoroughly disgust Chen Fan. Perfect!

With a flourish, he first wrote "Li Zeyu" in the donor column, then raised the pen to write "2,000 yuan" in the amount column.

But as soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, there was a very slight daze in his mind, as if a voice was constantly egging him on in his ear: "Twenty thousand is too little; it doesn't fit your status at all! If you're going to donate, donate big, and let everyone remember the generosity of Young Master Li!"

An uncontrollable desire to show off instantly clouded his mind. His wrist shook uncontrollably, and the pen tip, which was supposed to write "twenty thousand," instead traced out a string of flamboyant characters.

When Li Zeyu snapped out of it and looked closely, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

In the amount column of the registration book, it clearly said—Two Million Yuan Exactly!

"You... you set me up!" Li Zeyu suddenly looked up, staring at Chen Fan in shock and anger. His face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "I clearly wanted to write twenty thousand, how could it be two million? There's something wrong with this damn pen!"

He was about to smash the pen, but after picking it up and examining it carefully for a long time, the old fountain pen looked ordinary and had no abnormality at all.

Chen Fan, however, had an expression of "shock and admiration." His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone around to hear: "Young Master Li is truly generous! I am impressed! Donating two million all at once to support art and public welfare—this kind of gesture is truly respectable! The artists and children will surely remember your kindness forever!"

As he spoke, he even took the lead in lightly applauding.

When the surrounding spectators and art museum staff heard this, they immediately erupted, casting surprised and admiring glances, whispering among themselves:

"My God, two million! That's so generous!"

"This gentleman doesn't look very old, but he has quite a sense of social responsibility!"

"As expected of a big figure, his generosity is on another level!"

Zhao Ya was also completely dumbfounded. Two million? That was no small amount. She subconsciously wanted to pull Li Zeyu, but saw that his face had turned green, and he was in a position where he couldn't back down.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, with everything written clearly in black and white, if he dared to go back on his word, how could he ever show his face in his social circles again? But if he really donated two million, his heart would bleed! Moreover, this money was being donated for no reason, making him feel incredibly stifled!

Li Zeyu's chest heaved violently. He gripped the old fountain pen so hard his knuckles almost cracked. Staring at Chen Fan's calm, smiling face, he almost couldn't catch his breath. Finally, he could only squeeze a few words through his teeth: "...Good, very good! Chen Fan, you've got guts!"

Chen Fan maintained his polite smile, calmly took back the fountain pen, toyed with it for a moment, and said casually: "The pen is alright, quite smooth. Young Master Li's kindness is commendable. The foundation will probably contact you later to handle the procedures. We won't disturb your enjoyment anymore."

After saying that, he turned to Su Qingyue, his tone instantly becoming eight times gentler: "Qingyue, let's go over there and take a look. I heard there's a super interesting interactive installation over there."

Su Qingyue had seen everything. Although she didn't understand exactly what had happened, seeing Li Zeyu's stifled look—like someone who had swallowed a bitter pill and couldn't complain—she felt extremely refreshed. She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile and nodded obediently: "Okay."

The two of them strolled towards the depths of the exhibition hall, leaving Li Zeyu behind, shaking with rage, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

After walking a long way, Su Qingyue couldn't help but lean closer to Chen Fan and whisper, "That pen... was there something fishy about it?"

Chen Fan toyed with the old fountain pen in his hand, lowered his head, and chuckled in her ear, his voice carrying a bit of craftiness: "Just a small punishment. Since he likes to throw money around to show off his superiority, I let him 'willingly' bleed a little more to do something truly meaningful. This pen only magnifies his impulses. In the end, it was he who wanted to donate two million to save face; the pen just helped him be a little more 'honest'."