Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 107 Huanhua Residence - Drunken Garden

Miao Zi moved with light steps, like a guiding bluebird.

He led Ye Fan and Chen Wanyu through the elegant hall of Huanhua Residence.

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and the soft strains of a guqin, as if time itself had stood still.

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A long corridor with carved beams and painted rafters comes into view, with exquisite palace lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The soft light shines on the ink landscape paintings on the walls on both sides, creating a profound artistic conception.

At the end of the long corridor, two heavy vermilion doors stand silently.

Two graceful women stood by the door, dressed in simple Hanfu, their hair neatly styled.

As the three approached, they simultaneously gave a graceful curtsy, their voices clear and melodious like pearls falling onto a jade plate:

"Welcome to Huanhuaju·Zuiyuan".

Then, the two of them worked together to slowly push the door open a crack, allowing the three of them to enter. After that, they quietly closed the door again, their movements fluid and respectful, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

The doors shut out the noise of the outside world, and the tranquility and elegance of the Drunken Garden are immediately apparent.

Ye Fan's gaze sharpened slightly as he surveyed this private space, which was completely different from the open area outside.

A question crossed my mind: there were clearly only four tables of guests outside, so how could such a quiet "Drunken Garden" be hidden in this huge Huanhua Residence?

Miao Zi, standing beside him, turned slightly and explained in a soft yet clear voice:

"Mr. Ye, Huanhua Residence adheres to the concept of ultimate privacy, with only five tables available each night. Four tables are in the outer hall, while this Zuiyuan is the only independent courtyard. Once all five tables are full, we will no longer accommodate guests and you will have to wait until tomorrow. President Wen specially reserved Zuiyuan in advance, hoping to have a quiet and undisturbed discussion with you on important matters."

Chen Wanyu, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed. This huge Huanhua Residence only served five tables of guests in one night.

Isn't that a bit too extravagant?

After hearing Miao Zi's explanation, Ye Fan understood.

The entire interior space of Huanhuaju is an immersive sensory restaurant showcasing Chinese culture.

With its white walls and black tiles, winding corridors, and antique-style paintings from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties hanging in a staggered manner on the walls, even the carvings on the pillars and the styles of the window frames are extremely antique.

The air was filled with a faint, refreshing scent of grass and trees, which was very pleasant.

Enter the Drunken Garden.

A beautifully decorated pavilion with upturned eaves came into view.

antique.

A graceful woman dressed in Hanfu is playing the pipa (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

It has a unique charm.

As you continue forward, the view suddenly opens up.

In the center of a meticulously arranged open-air courtyard, a large rosewood dining table sits quietly.

Beside the table, a middle-aged man in a well-tailored black suit, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, was intently sipping tea.

Miao Zi quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly in respect:

"Manager, Mr. Ye has arrived."

Upon hearing the voice, the middle-aged man immediately put down his teacup, his face instantly filled with a sincere and humble smile. He stood up and quickly stepped forward, extending both hands to Ye Fan across the table:

"Hello, Mr. Ye! I've long admired your name. I am Wen Yan, and it is a great honor to meet you today!"

He adopted a very humble posture, even bowing slightly when shaking hands.

Ye Fan smiled and extended his hand to shake hers, his demeanor composed.

"You're too kind. I'm so sorry to have kept Wen Xingchang waiting."

"No, no!"

Wen Yan quickly waved his hand, his smile widening:

"It was presumptuous of me to invite you. Time is short, and I am afraid that I may have disturbed Mr. Ye's enjoyment. I hope you will forgive me."

His attitude was respectful to the point of humility, and his words were impeccable.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wen Yan also greeted Chen Wanyu, striking a perfect balance in his greeting.

He knew perfectly well that the woman Ye Fan brought to this meeting must have an extraordinary relationship with him.

He must be perfect in every aspect and impeccable.

Wen Yan had long since mastered the art of dealing with people, making them feel as warm and comfortable as a spring breeze.

Ye Fan pulled out the chair opposite Wen Yan and sat down calmly.

Chen Wanyu followed suit, carefully sitting down in the chair next to him, placing her hands obediently on her knees, trying to shrink herself into a tiny, invisible figure, leaving only a pair of curious eyes to quietly observe her surroundings.

When they were all sitting in the back.

Waiters dressed in uniform plain-colored modified cheongsams presented dishes in exquisite vases.

A dazzling array of dishes was laid out on the table: emerald-green seasonal vegetables, agate-like braised pork, smooth and warm soup, and lifelike pastries...

Regardless of the taste of the dishes, under the warm lighting specially adjusted in the courtyard, each dish exudes an enticing luster and a fragrant aroma that makes one's mouth water.

Wen Yan said with a smile:

"Mr. Ye, at my age, I really don't understand the tastes of you young people. I've entrusted the restaurant reservation entirely to Miao Zi. I wonder if the ambiance and food will suit your taste?"

His tone was sincere, with a hint of humility.

"President Wen, you're very kind."

Ye Fan nodded slightly, his tone calm.

This arrangement was exactly what he expected.

It's common for banks to have basic information about their customers, such as age. Moreover, he is now seen as a "key target" worth billions in their eyes, and Wen Yan has probably already thoroughly studied his information.

Looking at Ye Fan, who was excessively young yet possessed a composed demeanor, Wen Yan couldn't help but sigh with admiration:

"Mr. Ye is truly a young talent, admirable indeed! At such a young age, you excel academically. Your admission to Nanjing University has become the talk of the banking system, and you also possess such... well, such substantial capital strength. This achievement is enough to make countless people like me, who have struggled for half my life, feel ashamed."

Ye Fan picked up the celadon teacup in front of him, took a small sip, and remained calm.

"President Wen is too kind; it's nothing to mention."

Wen Yanxun wore a perfectly measured inquiring smile, his tone softening further:

"Excuse me for asking, but may I ask about Mr. Ye's family...?"

He had been pondering this question for a long time, but he couldn't help asking it anyway.

This is a huge question mark in almost everyone's mind.

Ye Fan put down his teacup, a vague and distant smile appearing on his face, his tone remaining calm:

"My father runs a small business, barely making ends meet. My mother works for the government, and she's law-abiding."

Ye Linzhang opened a pesticide shop, which was indeed a small business, and he didn't hide it.

However, when these words reached Wen Yan's ears, they were instantly interpreted as having a completely different meaning.

Small business? Government agency? This is clearly the standard, low-key and humble rhetoric of a top-tier wealthy family's scion!

How could a teenager who has just graduated from high school have billions of dollars in cash assets?

The family power and wealth accumulation behind this are simply unfathomable!

Even many successful listed conglomerates may not be able to readily mobilize such a massive amount of cash flow on their books!

If one could truly befriend such a family, and even firmly secure a portion of their assets within one's own branch's system...

Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat, as if he could see the golden road to a meteoric rise in his career.

But his professional ethics immediately alerted him: for a wealth holder of this level, privacy protection must be of paramount importance!

My question was too direct and too rash! It was practically testing the other party's bottom line!

If he had encountered an arrogant young master, he probably would have already turned and left!

Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and his humble smile froze for a moment.

He reacted extremely quickly, immediately standing up and bowing slightly to Ye Fan, his tone full of apology:

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ye! I was being presumptuous. Please forgive me!"

Ye Fan didn't seem to care, casually waving his hand to signal him to sit down.

"President Wen, there's no need for that. It's a small matter, nothing to worry about."

His calmness reassured Wen Yan, but also made him realize how unfathomable this young man was.