65: Chapter 65 Renting an Office

At this moment, Chen Tong seemed to remember something and looked toward the porsche cayenne not far away.

"Xiao Fan, did you just buy this car?"

"Yeah, I bought it yesterday."

Chen Tong didn't say anything else, she just took a couple more looks at the car.

She knew her younger brother had made a lot of money writing novels, but that was just numbers on a phone screen.

Millions, tens of millions—it sounded impressive, but it was just a "wow" moment, without any concrete concept.

When he actually drove a luxury car worth over a million here in front of her, the sense of impact was completely different.

The car paint was gleaming in the sunlight, and the engine gave a low hum; this was something built with real money, something you could see and touch.

Zhou Yumeng had been itching to ask for a while, and when she heard Chen Tong asking about the car, she couldn't help but lean in too.

"Chen Fan, you aren't the son of some CEO of a listed company, are you?"

As soon as Zhou Yumeng finished speaking, Chen Tong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"He's no CEO's son," Chen Tong said, waving her hand with a smile, "We're just ordinary people from the countryside..."

Zhou Yumeng pursed her lips upon hearing this, her eyes clearly filled with disbelief.

"Ordinary people? Can ordinary people afford a car worth over a million?"

Chen Tong glanced at Chen Fan, and seeing he had no reaction, she said, "He earned the money writing novels himself."

"Writing novels?" Zhou Yumeng's eyes widened.

Zhao Ran, who was on the side, also leaned in, and even Su Mian lifted her head, looking at Chen Fan with curiosity.

"Is writing novels that profitable?" Zhou Yumeng asked, looking skeptical.

"That depends on the person," Chen Tong explained for Chen Fan, "Most novelists just make enough for pocket money, but he belongs to... the top tier, I guess."

"Top tier?" Zhou Yumeng became interested, "Chen Fan, what kind of novels do you write? Are they like the ones Han Han or Guo Xiaosi write?"

Chen Fan paused for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, "Not that kind. I write web novels, serialized on a website."

Just then, Zhao Ran, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask, "What's the name of the novel you wrote? Let me see if I've read it."

"High Martial Era》, you probably haven't read it."

Zhao Ran paused for a moment, then suddenly became excited, "High Martial Era》? I've read this novel!"

Chen Fan looked at her in confusion, "This is a male-oriented novel, you've read it too?"

"Yeah," Zhao Ran nodded matter-of-factly, "I don't like reading those female-oriented romance novels; they're too sappy. Male-oriented power fantasies are much more satisfying to read."

Chen Fan was a bit surprised; he hadn't expected that although Zhao Ran looked quiet on the surface, she actually enjoyed reading male-oriented power fantasies.

"By the way, I saw on a forum before that your book earns hundreds of thousands in royalties a month?"

"How much?" Zhou Yumeng's mouth dropped open, "Hundreds of thousands? A month?"

"Just about," Chen Fan nodded, not saying anything else.

Zhou Yumeng was completely speechless.

Her father had worked in a factory for twenty years and only earned a monthly salary of five thousand. Hundreds of thousands was enough for her father to work for several years without eating or drinking.

And Chen Fan could earn that in a month.

She looked at Chen Fan, then at that Porsche, and finally turned her head to look at Chen Tong, "Tongtong, does your brother still need a girlfriend?"

"Get lost." Chen Tong laughed and gave her a push.

Zhao Ran was laughing so hard on the side that she couldn't straighten up.

Su Mian stood on the side, having not said a word, just quietly watching Chen Fan.

Her gaze was a bit different from when she was dazed earlier; it wasn't that lazy, unfocused look, but rather something tinged with curiosity.

"By the way, with you showing up like this today, I guess no one will dare to pursue Mianmian anymore; they'll have to consider if they can afford a Porsche before pursuing her," Chen Tong said with a smile.

"That's actually pretty good; it saves me the trouble of rejecting them in the future~" Su Mian replied, which was rare for her, her tone soft and tinged with a little smugness.

Hearing Su Mian's soft and cute voice, Chen Fan couldn't help but look at her delicate face.

But he discovered that Su Mian was also looking at him. As their eyes met, Chen Fan froze for a moment.

This face was truly a bit contradictory.

Her eyes were the slightly upturned phoenix eyes, with the corners naturally carrying a faint, subtle allure.

Yet her gaze was surprisingly pure.

Chen Fan suddenly found it hard to look away.

This face, paired with this gaze, was simply too unfair.

"Ahem—" Chen Tong deliberately coughed on the side.

Su Mian blinked, as if she had just realized, and lowered her head, her ear tips slightly flushed.

Chen Fan also withdrew his gaze and looked elsewhere as if nothing had happened.

"Sis, didn't you say you wanted to give me the photos?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Chen Tong said, taking a few photos out of her bag and handing them to Chen Fan.

After taking the photos, he looked at the setting sun in the distant sky, estimated that it was getting late, and decided not to stay any longer.

"Sis, then I'll be going first."

"Alright, drive slowly on the road, stay safe~"

...

After leaving Chen Tong's school, Chen Fan had originally intended to drive home, but remembered that there wasn't even a bed at home, so there was nowhere to sleep if he went back.

So, he simply drove straight to a hotel and rented a room for the night.

Early the next morning, Chen Fan went straight to the nearest Suning appliance market.

In this day and age, JD.com had only just started, so buying large appliances was all done offline.

And the heavyweights of offline retail were Gome and Suning.

Once online channels picked up later on, Gome and Suning would gradually decline.

After arriving at Suning Appliances, Chen Fan began his big shopping spree.

After spending three or four hours, he finally bought most of the appliances needed for the house.

After arranging the delivery and installation time with the sellers, Chen Fan hurried off to the furniture market without stopping.

He spent over a hundred thousand, buying several high-end beds, as well as sofas, cabinets, and other necessary furniture.

After everything was finished, Chen Fan returned to the residential complex and went to the property management office.

The main reason for coming to property management was that when the furniture Chen Fan bought arrived, someone needed to watch and sign for it. Naturally, Chen Fan didn't have the time, so he went to property management.

The property management's attitude was quite good: "No problem, Mr. Chen. Just leave a key. When the delivery workers arrive, we'll send someone up to open the door and help you verify the item count."

Chen Fan nodded: "Alright, thanks."

...

Early the next morning, Chen Fan drove to the Chang'an High-tech Zone.

The High-tech Zone was Chang'an's new commercial district, where 90% of Chang'an's software companies were located.

Some well-known large companies also chose to build branches here, such as Huawei's Xi'an Research Institute, ZTE, Hikvision, and so on.

Naturally, the office location Chen Fan chose was also in the High-tech Zone.

Because he needed to register a company, he first needed a registered address, which meant he needed an office, so Chen Fan had to go rent an office first.

After driving to Keji Road in the High-tech Zone, Chen Fan had just parked his car on the side of the road near an office building when someone gently knocked on his car window twice.

He rolled down the window, and a young man wearing glasses and a white shirt leaned over, a professional smile on his face: "Sir, are you looking for office space? Our company is right next door; we have many listings and favorable prices."

Chen Fan glanced at him: "Which building has something around 200 square meters?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the young man quickly handed in a business card, "My name is Zhang Lei, and our office is in the commercial space on the ground floor of Linkai International just ahead. Why don't you park your car first, and I'll take you around?"

Chen Fan took the business card, glanced at it, nodded, and turned the car into the parking lot nearby.

Zhang Lei trotted over to follow, waiting for Chen Fan to get out of the car, "Mr. Chen, do you have any specific requirements for the location? I'm familiar with several buildings around Keji Road."

Chen Fan looked around: "Just around here, about 200 square meters, with relatively complete facilities."

"That's a coincidence," Zhang Lei pointed forward, "Linkai International Building, it was just completed at the end of July this year, a brand-new building, right at 38 Keji Road. Look over there, that gray-blue glass one; HP and China Guangfa Bank have already moved in. Shall we go take a look?"

Chen Fan looked in the direction he pointed; a glass curtain wall building of over twenty stories stood on the north side of Keji Road.

Not bad, a standard sanctuary for the corporate drones.

"Let's go take a look," he said.

Zhang Lei led the way, introducing it as they walked: "Linkai International was just completed this July, with a total height of 26 floors; the 1st to 4th floors are commercial, and the 5th floor and above are office space. The elevators are Kone, 8 in total, so you don't have to wait during peak hours."

Chen Fan followed him into the lobby, took the elevator, and arrived at the 15th floor.

Arriving in front of unit 1516, Zhang Lei took out his keys and opened the door: "Mr. Chen, this unit is 256 square meters, with a square layout, facing southeast, and the lighting is excellent."

Chen Fan walked in; the office space was nice, and it even had a dedicated boss's office, a conference room, and two small cubicles that could serve as a finance room and a guest room. It was alright, quite complete.

This one was quite nice.

He was already satisfied with this one in his heart; the environment was fine, and he couldn't be bothered to look at others.