67: Chapter 67: Just this once, there won't be a next time.

The two of them got up and freshened up together.

Bai Bing went to make breakfast for Yang Fan.

Just then, the sound of the door opening rang out, and a girl walked in.

She was 173 cm tall, also wearing high heels and a pencil skirt. Her white slim-fit shirt highlighted her impressive cleavage, and with her slightly wavy long hair and mature, elegant face, she was even more recognizable than a celebrity.

It was just that the ID badge she wore lowered her overall aesthetic.

If she and Bai Bing walked down the street together, the head-turning rate would surely explode.

Her legs felt even longer than his!!

Was she a flight attendant too?

An Zixuan was startled to see a man sitting in the living room and quickly pulled a bottle of pepper spray from her bag, preparing to spray Yang Fan.

"Don't be nervous, I'm Bai Bing's friend."

An Zixuan noticed the movement in the kitchen at that moment and realized it was likely true.

She walked angrily toward the kitchen.

"Bai Bing!"

"How could you bring a man to our room! You know I hate men!"

"Alright, dear, just for one night. It won't happen again!"

The two of them started messing around in the kitchen, with laughter ringing out from time to time.

Yang Fan seemed to hear some things he shouldn't have. He had wondered why it was Bai Bing's first time; after all, it was quite common for people in the flight attendant profession to have side jobs.

He originally thought it was just luck, but now he finally knew...

While they were eating, Bai Bing introduced them to Yang Fan:

"Brother Fan, this is my best friend. She graduated from the Shanghai Theatre Academy, but she hasn't landed any acting roles yet, so she's working as a part-time model!"

"And this is Yang Fan, a friend I just met!"

An Zixuan was speechless. You just met him and you already brought him home and slept with him?

She really wanted to ask, 'Are you that cheap?!'

"What kind of love potion did he give you? It's not like his face is worth throwing yourself at him, right?"

"It's nothing much; he gave me a Ferrari F8."

Bai Bing tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and poured a glass of milk for Yang Fan to help him replenish his strength.

The milk An Zixuan had just taken into her mouth sprayed right out, and she began to cough uncontrollably.

"Wh-what?"

She now understood why Bai Bing was being so submissive; she had been stunned by the money. He was incredibly generous from the very first meeting.

This was something she had never seen before. At most, some people would give a little breakup fee when things ended.

This was the first time she had seen someone like Yang Fan, who smashed money around the moment they met.

Bai Bing ignored An Zixuan, sat down beside Yang Fan, and asked,

"Brother Fan, do I still need to go to work?"

"It's up to you. I can support you."

Yang Fan didn't care. He had money, so whether they worked or not was entirely up to them.

Bai Bing thought about it.

"I think I'll still go to work!"

"When I wear my flight attendant uniform, the look in your eyes is quite different!"

Bai Bing still wanted to maintain that flight attendant aura; otherwise, this guy Yang Fan might just ignore her after playing with her for a few days.

Yang Fan smiled and didn't respond.

"I've transferred one million to you. Spend it however you like. When it's gone, just send me a message."

Yang Fan put down his phone and quickly finished his meal.

Bai Bing happily checked her phone balance.

An Zixuan sat there petrified. One million just like that?

She had taken an advertisement gig and filmed for a day and a night, only to make 8,000 yuan. After giving 2,000 to the middleman and deducting other expenses, she only earned 5,000 yuan.

Moreover, she couldn't get these jobs every day. Landing five or six a month was already considered a lot.

It was nothing like Bai Bing, who just spent one night with Yang Fan.

She got a sports car worth millions and a million in cash!

Her mental state was about to collapse!

After finishing his meal, Yang Fan stood up and waved to the two of them.

"I'm heading out. Bai Bing, you can move to a bigger place!"

Bai Bing made an OK gesture.

Although that money wasn't enough to buy a good house, it was more than enough for rent.

"Bingbing, how did you meet such a young wealthy man?"

"I met him in first class on a flight. I offered to buy him dinner, and things went from there!"

Bai Bing smiled so widely her eyes nearly narrowed into slits.

"What do you think? Are you interested? I can introduce you. We're good sisters, so I can't keep all the good stuff to myself, right?"

"No way. I hate men. I'd rather work myself to death than rely on a man. None of them are reliable!"

"I'm going to sleep!"

An Zixuan turned and went into her room.

Immediately after, another scream came from the room.

"Bai... Bing!"

...

By the time Yang Fan returned to the villa, it was already noon.

However, he saw someone who shouldn't have been there.

"Ye Qingcheng, shouldn't you be at the company? Why did you run to my house?"

Ye Qingcheng walked up to Yang Fan and sniffed him.

"Men really do go bad once they have money. Don't you have enough women at home?"

Yang Fan pushed her away.

"What the hell does it have to do with you? You're even worrying about your boss's private life now. Do you have business?"

Although Ye Qingcheng was also incredibly beautiful, Yang Fan didn't like assertive women.

He preferred the submissive type; he had no desire to conquer a powerful career woman.

He didn't like the feeling of his enthusiasm being met with coldness.

"Can't I come over for a meal? I was just making a comment, I didn't mean to control you. Why are you so fierce!"

Ye Qingcheng felt very wronged.

She had never been spoken to like that before.

Yang Fan was both talking back to her and getting physical.

"Has the company invested in foreign trade companies?"

Yang Fan didn't want to discuss that topic; he was unwilling to discuss his private life with others.

"We have. There are a few. What do you need?"

The companies Yang Fan was currently investing in made Ye Qingcheng feel as if he were preparing for war.

"Prepare several million tons of grain. Any kind of grain will do."

Yang Fan estimated that both Emperor Taizong of Tang and Li Yunlong would be short on food.

Emperor Taizong of Tang should be purging the Aristocratic Families right now, and those families might hike up grain prices.

As for Li Yunlong, Yang Fan felt they would likely be expanding their army significantly soon, so food would definitely be a major issue.

"Fine, I understand. I'll let them know."

"Have you guys appraised that batch of antiques?"

Yang Fan was still quite curious—did those landlords have anything good?

"They're worth about a hundred billion. There are many national treasure-level items. If we sell them like this, I feel like the prices of many items will be driven down by us!"

Ye Qingcheng had also looked at the appraiser's report. There were many items used in the imperial palaces of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, as well as even earlier ones...

She didn't know where Yang Fan had gotten them from. The items were very diverse, certainly not passed down from a single family.

The previous items from the Zhenguan Era could be seen as coming from one place.

This time, it felt like they were gathered from dozens or even hundreds of families.

"That many."

"Don't worry about it too much. Just sell them. There are plenty of items, so there's no need to keep controlling the price."

Yang Fan estimated that the quantity would be even greater this time. After all, if the Devils failed again, they wouldn't come out to attack anymore.

They would likely stick to the major cities and abandon many small counties.

By then, the antiques would come in by the ton.

After all, with the fall of the Qing Dynasty, many things either ended up in the hands of warlords or were bought by these landlords, who were filthy rich.

"You're going to cause a bloodbath in the antique circle. I expect many people will curse us!"

"Let them curse. They hoard the good stuff hoping to sell at high prices; if they lose money, what does that have to do with me?"