145: Chapter 145 Huaying's Last Counterattack

In the racecourse lounge, Chen Zihao hung up the phone, the gloom on his face vanishing completely.

"It's done." He turned to look at Chen Tianba, unable to suppress the excitement in his voice. "Uncle Zhang agreed to leave an 'attendant ticket' for Chen Fan."

Chen Tianba was stunned for a moment. "An attendant ticket? Isn't that for drivers and bodyguards?"

"Exactly." Chen Zihao sneered. "At the Imperial Capital Charity Gala, every person of status in the capital will be there. The head table is for the heads of each family, the secondary seats are for heirs and corporate executives, and even ordinary wealthy people can only sit on the periphery."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the capital under the night sky.

"But with an attendant ticket, you can only stand at the very back of the banquet hall; you don't even have the right to a seat. I want Chen Fan to stand there and watch us 'Beijing elites' clinking glasses, so he understands that some circles can't be entered just because you have money."

Chen Tianba's eyes lit up. "Brilliant! This move is more ruthless than any business tactic; it's a direct slap to his face!"

"Not only that." Chen Zihao picked up his phone and opened a group chat. "I've already notified everyone in the beijing elite circle who has ties to our Chen family. When the time comes, everyone will cooperate to give him the cold shoulder and isolate him. We'll make him a laughingstock in the capital's top social circles."

He pressed the send button, and a message was broadcast to the group:

[This Friday's charity gala, an out-of-town nouveau riche will be coming. Everyone, please cooperate and don't give him any face. Anyone who dares to get close to him is disrespecting the Chen family.]

Less than a minute after the message was sent, the group exploded.

"Don't worry, Young Master Zihao, we know the rules."

"An outsider dares to act wild in the capital? He's looking for death."

"When the time comes, we'll let him know what the threshold of the capital is like."

Chen Zihao put away his phone with satisfaction, picked up a glass of red wine, and toasted the night view outside the window.

"Chen Fan, let's see how you turn things around this time."

...

The next morning, at the courtyard house.

Chen Fan was in the study handling documents when Chen Haoyu knocked and entered, holding a gold-embossed envelope.

"Second Uncle, someone sent an invitation."

Chen Fan took the envelope and pulled out the card inside.

The card was exquisitely made, with the words "Imperial Capital Charity Gala" embossed in gold on the cover, along with the organizer's seal and signature below.

He opened the card, his gaze falling on the ticket type.

[Ticket Type: attendant ticket]

[The ticket holder may enter with the main guest on the day of the gala, must stand in the designated area at the rear of the banquet hall, and is not permitted to sit in the main hall.]

When Chen Haoyu saw these words, his expression changed instantly.

"What the hell is this? An attendant ticket? Do they think you're a driver, Second Uncle?"

Chen Fan didn't say anything; he just placed the invitation on the desk and lightly tapped the surface with his finger.

"Who sent it?"

"A young man in a suit, said he was a staff member from the charity gala organizing committee." Chen Haoyu gritted his teeth. "Second Uncle, this is clearly an insult! Should I go and bring that kid back?"

"No need." Chen Fan stood up and walked to the window. "This is Chen Zihao's handiwork."

"Are we still going then?"

Chen Fan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he picked up his phone and dialed the Legal Department's director.

"Old Zhou, help me check the background of the 'Imperial Capital Charity Gala' organizers and the list of this year's sponsors."

The sound of typing came from the other end of the line. In less than three minutes, Director Zhou's voice rang out.

"Boss, the organizer is the Beijing Charity Federation, backed by several major families in the capital. This year's main sponsors include the Chen family, the Li family, the Wang family, and several established enterprises."

"What about the sponsorship amounts?"

"The Chen family gave thirty million; they are the largest sponsor."

Chen Fan hung up the phone, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"We're going, of course we're going." He turned to look at Chen Haoyu. "But I'm not going alone."

...

In the afternoon, Su Wanqing was in the living room listening to Chen Nianyao talk about interesting things at school, while Chen Muyang sat nearby reading.

Chen Fan came out of the study, holding the invitation.

"Wanqing, there's a charity gala on Friday night. Come with me."

Su Wanqing took the invitation. When she saw the words "attendant ticket," her face immediately darkened.

"They're being bullies."

"I know." Chen Fan sat down beside her and took her hand. "But this time, I'm going to let them know who's really being bullied."

Chen Muyang put down his book and adjusted his glasses. "Dad, what do you need me to do?"

"You and Nianyao are coming too," Chen Fan said. "This time we're not going to bow our heads; we're going to flip the table."

Chen Nianyao blinked. "Flip the table? Dad, what are you going to do?"

Chen Fan didn't answer. He just picked up his phone and opened an encrypted interface.

On the screen, the system notification sounded.

[Detected that the Host is about to attend a high-profile social event. Triggering phase task: Demonstrate the core strength of the Huihuang Group at the Imperial Capital Charity Gala and gain recognition from the capital's elite circles.]

[Task Reward: Glasses-free 3D Holographic Projection Technology (5 years ahead of the world)]

[Task Failure: Reputation points -5000, Beijing influence permanently reduced by 30%.]

Chen Fan looked at the words "Glasses-free 3D Holographic Projection Technology" on the screen, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This wasn't just ordinary commercial technology; it was a revolutionary tech capable of changing the entire entertainment industry, the advertising sector, and even education and medicine.

If previous capital maneuvers were about crushing people with money, this technology was about flipping the game board entirely.

"System, accept the task."

[Task accepted. Countdown: 72 hours.]

Chen Fan put away his phone and looked at his family.

"Friday night, we'll all go together." His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power. "I want to show everyone what a true dimensionality reduction strike looks like."

Su Wanqing looked at her husband's profile; she knew this man was about to do something big again.

Chen Muyang and Chen Nianyao glanced at each other, excitement shining in their eyes.

Chen Haoyu stood to the side, clenching his fists. "Second Uncle, what do I need to prepare?"

"Prepare the largest truck available," Chen Fan said. "Also, notify the Huihuang Group technical department to assemble that set of equipment in the lab overnight and transport it to the gala venue on Friday afternoon."

"Yes, sir!"

...

Late at night, Chen Fan was alone in the study.

He stood by the window, looking at the century-old locust tree in the courtyard. On his phone screen, the system's technical data was slowly unfolding.

[Glasses-free 3D Holographic Projection Technology]

[Core Principle: Through spatial light field reconstruction, achieve 3D stereoscopic images that can be viewed without wearing any equipment...]

[Application Scenarios: Concerts, product launches, exhibitions, teaching, medical surgery...]

[Market Value: Estimated at the trillion-level.]

Chen Fan turned off the screen, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Chen Zihao, you think giving me an attendant ticket will make me lose face?"

He turned toward the desk, picked up the gold-embossed invitation, and casually tossed it into the trash can.

"Then I'll show you what true—"

His phone vibrated again as the system sent a final prompt.

[Friendly Reminder: Once this technology is publicly demonstrated, it will trigger frantic competition among global tech giants. The Host needs to be prepared.]

Chen Fan looked at those words and smiled even more brightly.

"Competition?" he whispered to himself. "Then let them come. I want to see if these local tyrants of the capital can still smile when faced with the technology of the future."

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