172: Chapter 172 A Perfect Ending

Outside the Imperial Capital International Convention Center, the crowd surged as countless reporters tried to break through the security line; every question was worth its weight in gold.

The global financial market, triggered by the words "Pangu Biotechnology," was swept by a tidal wave unseen in a century, leaving countless capitalists sleepless throughout the night.

The vermilion gates slowly closed, completely shutting out the noise and madness of the world.

Inside the Courtyard House, the evening breeze blew gently, rustling the leaves of the old locust tree.

The stormy waves of the outside world failed to stir even a single ripple here.

Chen Fan first helped Su Wanqing sit down on a lounge chair under the corridor. Only after confirming her breathing was steady and her face showed only a post-joy flush without any fatigue did he finally feel at ease.

"Dad, how is dinner coming along?" He looked at Su Guohua, who had poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Don't worry, it's all your favorites!" Su Guohua, wearing an apron and beaming with joy, responded cheerfully.

As night fell, the lights began to glow.

Chen Haoyu, technical director Zhou Ming, the head of the Security Center Shadow, and over a dozen core executives who had performed outstandingly during the "Establishing Authority in the Capital" series of operations arrived at the Courtyard House one after another.

Many of them were stepping into this legendary residence for the first time, each carrying a sense of restraint and awe.

A sumptuous family feast had already been prepared on the stone table in the courtyard. There were no business formalities; the atmosphere didn't feel like a victory celebration but rather a family gathering.

"Everyone, please sit, don't be polite. Try my cooking," Su Guohua greeted them warmly.

As everyone took their seats, Chen Fan personally poured moutai for each executive.

The wine was excellent, but at this moment, no one dared to pick up their chopsticks first.

Chen Fan picked up his wine glass and stood up.

Everyone's gaze focused on him, and their breathing slowed.

They thought the boss would give a speech about the group's grand future strategy.

However, when Chen Fan spoke, it was something else entirely.

"Old Zhou." He looked at Zhou Ming. "During those three days of tackling the holographic equipment, you and your team only slept for five hours, pushing through with nothing but coffee and energy drinks."

He then turned to a young man in charge of capital operations: "Xiao Lin, that three-stage sell-off model you designed to target the Chen Group's stock price was very beautiful."

His gaze swept over everyone, calling out their names accurately and detailing their specific contributions to the acquisition of Huaying, technical breakthroughs, counterattacking Prometheus Company, and even the security work for the press conference.

He even remembered clearly the moment Shadow had supported Su Wanqing in the supermarket.

There wasn't a single vague "thank you for your hard work"; every word struck the softest part of their hearts.

This heartfelt recognition caused Zhou Ming, a tough man in his fifties who had spent his life dealing with precision instruments in laboratories, to have his eyes turn red without warning.

The others also felt a warmth in their chests, a surge of emotion rushing to their heads.

Having their contributions remembered by the boss was far more moving than any bonus.

"I toast to all of you," Chen Fan raised his glass.

"To Chairman Chen!"

Everyone stood up excitedly and drained their glasses. All the excitement and loyalty that couldn't be expressed in words were blended into this glass of wine.

After three rounds of drinks and five courses of food.

Chen Fan put down his wine glass and gave Chen Haoyu a look.

Chen Haoyu understood and turned to enter the side room. A moment later, he walked out carrying a heavy mahogany tray.

The tray was covered with red silk, hiding what was underneath, revealing only about a dozen square outlines.

Everyone looked on with curiosity, guessing whether it was a custom souvenir or a check for a staggering amount.

Chen Fan didn't explain and personally lifted the silk.

Underneath were a dozen exquisitely packaged brocade boxes.

He distributed the boxes to everyone one by one.

Zhou Ming held the box in his hand; it felt slightly heavy. He opened it in confusion.

Inside the box, there were no checks, no gold bars, and no luxury watches.

There was only a set of cold keys and a dark red property deed embossed with the national emblem.

Zhou Ming's hands began to shake, and his breath hitched for half a second.

He tremblingly flipped open the deed; in the owner's column, his name was clearly printed in Song typeface.

The address column made his mind go blank.

Inside the Second Ring Road of the Imperial Capital, a top-tier luxury residential area called "Zijin Mansion."

The market price for a single unit started at nine figures.

At the same time, the others opened their brocade boxes one after another.

*Gasp—*

The sound of people drawing in cold air could be heard one after another.

The items in all the brocade boxes were identical.

A luxury mansion in Zijin Mansion.

The entire banquet hall fell silent instantly; one could have heard a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned into silence by this generous gift.

This wasn't just a reward.

This was a gift that directly changed the fate of a person and even their entire family.

Seeing everyone's stunned and dazed expressions, Chen Fan stood up, his voice steady yet powerful.

"Since you all treat Huihuang as your home, I naturally must give everyone a real home."

"From now on, you will have roots in the Imperial Capital. You won't have to be distracted by small matters like housing anymore."

"Focus on your work. Huihuang Group is your strongest backing."

These words were like a spark, completely igniting everyone's emotions.

"Chairman Chen..."

A department manager in his early thirties who had recently joined the group, a grown man, could no longer control himself and burst into tears on the spot.

The others also stood up. They didn't say thank you because those words felt too pale.

They simply bowed deeply to Chen Fan with the most solemn and determined posture.

A promise was etched into everyone's hearts.

In this life, they would follow only Huihuang's lead.

On this night, the core team of Huihuang Group was officially forged. Not with systems, but with the hearts of people.

As the banquet ended, Chen Fan personally saw his emotional subordinates out of the courtyard gate one by one.

When he returned to the courtyard, the noise had subsided, leaving only the moonbeams like water.

Su Wanqing had unknowingly fallen asleep leaning on the lounge chair under the corridor, covered with a thin blanket.

Chen Muyang and Chen Nianyao had moved two small stools and were guarding their mother on either side, discussing something in low voices.

Hearing footsteps, the siblings turned back and gave Chen Fan a reassuring smile.

Chen Fan walked over without speaking. He simply leaned down and gently picked up his wife in his arms, his movements as tender as if he were holding a peerless treasure.

He carried Su Wanqing through the courtyard toward the bedroom.

Chen Muyang and Chen Nianyao followed behind, opening the door for him.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the family of four (or rather, the family of seven) were stretched very, very long.

The realm was secured, and his family was by his side.

This was his entire empire.

An era belonging to Beijing Chen Family came to a perfect conclusion.

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