131: Chapter 131 Marching into the Capital

At Yunzhou Airport, three gulfstream g700s, emblazoned with the golden logo of the Huihuang Group, were lined up in a row.

These weren't chartered flights; they were private property.

Su Guohua stood on the tarmac, glancing back at the Yunzhou sky. He still clutched the keys to the teahouse in his hand, his eyes filled with a touch of reluctance. The old man had just made a name for himself in Yunzhou as 'Lord Su'; his departure would surely leave his old fellow opera fans in tears.

"Dad, stop looking," Chen Fan said, dressed in casual wear as he supported Su Wanqing, whose belly was slightly protruding. "I've already arranged a teahouse in the Imperial Capital. It's right by Houhai and three times larger than Ting Yu Xuan. When the time comes, you can drink tea while listening to famous Peking Opera stars perform private shows for you."

Upon hearing "famous Peking Opera stars," the nostalgia in Su Guohua's eyes vanished instantly. He nimbly climbed the boarding stairs. "Let's go, let's go! Moving out now! This tiny place in Yunzhou is too small; I can't spread my wings here!"

Chen Nianyao, wearing sunglasses and holding an iced Americano, leaned toward Chen Muyang. "Brother, don't you think Dad is being too dramatic? It's just moving house, yet he's acting like an Emperor on inspection. I heard that to make sure we're comfortable, he even air-shipped the entire kitchen team, pots and stoves included."

Chen Muyang sat in a spacious aviation seat, his fingers sliding rapidly across a tablet. Without looking up, he said, "This isn't drama; it's a strategic transfer. The waters in Yunzhou are too shallow to raise a true dragon. Dad's ambition lies in that Sijiu City."

"Tsk, I knew you were going to start lecturing," Chen Nianyao pouted, finding a comfortable position to lie down. "I don't care about ambition. I just want to go eat authentic roast duck as soon as we get to the Imperial Capital."

The planes roared as they took off, piercing through the clouds.

Two hours later, Imperial Capital International Airport.

There was no grand welcoming ceremony as one might expect; Chen Fan had chosen to keep a low profile this time. Over a dozen black maybachs with Yunzhou license plates drove directly onto the tarmac—Chen Haoyu had led the convoy through the night on the highway to get here.

"Second Uncle! The cars are ready!" Chen Haoyu had dark circles under his eyes, but his spirit was high. "The residence is also settled according to your orders; all the paperwork is done. However..."

He hesitated, glancing at Su Wanqing behind them.

"However what?" Chen Fan frowned slightly.

"That alley is a bit narrow, so the convoy might have to park outside and we'll have to walk a few steps," Chen Haoyu scratched his head. "Also, there seems to be a film crew shooting there recently; it's a bit chaotic."

Chen Fan waved his hand. "No matter. It'll be good for your aunt to take a walk."

The convoy drove into the city, passing through the bustling CBD before finally turning into an ancient hutong conservation area.

This was the heart of the Imperial Capital, where 'worth its weight in gold' was an understatement. Red walls, yellow tiles, and weeping willows; every gray brick exuded hundreds of years of history.

"We're here."

Chen Haoyu pulled open the car door.

Before them was a magnificent three-entry siheyuan. The vermilion gates were tightly shut, guarded by two majestic stone lions. There was no plaque on the lintel, but the aura of nobility it radiated was several levels above the surrounding courtyards marked as 'Private Clubs'.

This was the "arrival gift" from the system—the former site of a Qing Dynasty Prince's Mansion worth three billion, now under Chen Fan's name.

"This... this is our home?" Su Guohua clicked his tongue in amazement. "Fan Zi, how much did this cost? A prince must have lived in this courtyard back in the day, right?"

"As long as you like it, money is just a number." Chen Fan helped Su Wanqing out of the car.

Su Wanqing looked tired. After the journey, her morning sickness was acting up again, and she just wanted to get inside and lie down.

"Move! Everyone move! Don't you know the rules?"

Just as the family was about to enter, several people wearing ID badges suddenly rushed out, clutching walkie-talkies and acting incredibly arrogant.

A production assistant in a vest pointed at Chen Haoyu's nose. "Who told you to park here? Can't you see we're filming? Can you afford the damages if you ruin the shot? Move the cars immediately!"

Chen Haoyu was amused. He was used to walking tall in Yunzhou; on his first day in the Imperial Capital, he was being yelled at to his face?

"Buddy, does your family own this road?" Chen Haoyu put a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it. "This is a public hutong. Besides, do we need to report to you to enter our own home?"

"Your own home?" The production assistant sized up Chen Fan's family.

Though they were dressed decently, he didn't see any shocking luxury logos. Su Guohua, in particular, looked like an old man out for a walk with his bird in his Tang suit. Coupled with the out-of-town license plates, a hint of contempt flashed in the assistant's eyes.

"Stop bragging. Is this courtyard somewhere a private citizen can live? This is a key protected cultural relic!" The assistant waved his hand impatiently. "Our crew has cleared it with the neighborhood committee; we're closing the road for exterior shots today. Get lost, don't waste Sister Feifei's time."

"Sister Feifei?" Chen Muyang pushed up his glasses, searching his memory for the name. "That third-tier starlet who rose to fame through manufactured scandals and can only act by bugging her eyes out?"

"What did you say!" The assistant got angry and tried to shove him.

Chen Haoyu grabbed the assistant's wrist and squeezed slightly, making the man howl in pain. "Keep your mouth clean. Telling us to get lost? Do you know whose territory this is?"

The argument drew the core members of the film crew.

The door of a luxury van opened, and a woman in period costume stepped out. Her makeup was heavy, and her face was full of impatience. It was the currently trending starlet, Liu Feifei.

Following her was an effeminate manager, holding his fingers in a delicate gesture and shouting in a shrill voice, "What's going on? All this noise! Sister Feifei is trying to get into character! If you ruin her mood for the scene, can you take responsibility?"

Liu Feifei glanced at Chen Fan, her gaze lingering for a second on Su Wanqing's protruding belly. Instead of an apology, she rolled her eyes.

"Where did these fans come from? Chasing stars all the way to the set?" Liu Feifei covered her nose in disgust. "Brother Wang, get rid of them quickly. Especially that pregnant woman—she looks like bad luck. Don't let her jinx my fortune."

Chen Fan's originally calm face instantly turned cold.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop several degrees.

He let go of Su Wanqing's hand, handing her to Chen Nianyao, and then walked step by step toward Liu Feifei.

Chen Fan was a head taller than her, and the pressure of someone who had long held a high position bore down like a mountain. Liu Feifei instinctively stepped back, nearly twisting her ankle in her high heels.

"Who did you say was bad luck?" Chen Fan's voice was soft, yet it made one's scalp tingle.

"I... I said it, so what?" Liu Feifei maintained her front, relying on the fact that this was the Imperial Capital, her home turf. "Our crew has booked this place! I'm a big star, and you commoners..."

Slap!

No nonsense.

Chen Fan delivered a backhanded slap.

He didn't use much force, but it was highly insulting. Liu Feifei was stunned, clutching her face with wide eyes, unable to believe someone dared to hit her on the streets of the Imperial Capital.

"You... you dare hit me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my godfather is?" Liu Feifei screamed like a chicken whose tail had been stepped on.

The manager, Brother Wang, was also dumbfounded. Once he recovered, he pointed at Chen Fan while trembling. "This is rebellion! Absolute rebellion! Assaulting someone in broad daylight! Call the police! I'm going to expose you! I'll have the fans cyberbully you to death!"

The surrounding crew members crowded in, holding sticks and equipment stands, looking menacing.

Chen Haoyu let out a whistle.

Clatter—

From the previously quiet maybach convoy, thirty bodyguards in black suits stepped out. Their movements were perfectly synchronized and expressionless as they quickly shielded Chen Fan and his family in the center, forming a black wall of men.

That murderous atmosphere immediately intimidated the ragtag bunch from the film crew.

Chen Fan took a wet wipe handed over by Chen Muyang, wiped his hands, and turned to walk onto the stone steps of the main gate. Someone with quick wits brought over a grandmaster chair.

Chen Fan sat down with a commanding air, looking at the chaotic film crew.

"I don't care if you're Feifei or whatever, and I don't care if your godfather is Zhang San or Li Si."

Chen Fan pointed at the gates they hadn't entered yet, then at the pale-faced Su Wanqing.

"My wife is tired and needs to rest. Within five hundred meters of this courtyard, I don't want to hear a single noise, nor do I want to see a single fly."

He lifted his wrist and glanced at his priceless patek philippe.

"I'll give you half an hour to clear the area. In half an hour, if there are still people or cars blocking my front door..."

Chen Muyang cooperatively took a vintage hourglass from his backpack and placed it on the stone pedestal next to Chen Fan. The golden sand began to trickle down slowly.

"Then don't blame me for not knowing the rules of the Imperial Capital." Chen Fan took the tea handed to him by Chen Haoyu and gently blew on the floating leaves. "The timer starts now."

Liu Feifei clutched her face, her eyes full of malice. She pulled out her phone, dialed a number, and cried out, "Godfather! I was hit at Houhai! The other side brought so many people... they even want to blacklist me! Come save me! It's right in front of that Qing Dynasty Prince's Mansion!"

Hanging up, Liu Feifei glared at Chen Fan. "You're finished! My godfather is Zhao Tai! A famous ruthless figure in the beijing elite circle! Even if you have some stinking money, in this territory of the Imperial Capital, even if you're a dragon, you'll have to coil up for me!"

Chen Fan didn't even lift an eyelid, simply watching the hourglass quietly.

Twenty-nine minutes left.

A drama about who truly sets the new rules of the Imperial Capital had just begun.

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