"Su Wanqing, go to the Phantom Bar on the first floor of the hotel tonight at 10 o'clock tonight to save her. This is your most important ally in the future. If you miss it, you will never recover."
The black words on the mobile phone screen seemed to carry a chill from the depths of time and space, which instantly cooled Chen Fan's passion that had just been stirred up by overlooking the entire city.
The bright night scene in his eyes lost all its color at this moment.
"Su Wanqing", a completely unfamiliar name, the most important ally?
The word "ally" made him immediately realize that his future path was not just as simple as making money. It was full of unknowns, full of games, and even full of enemies.
And the last four words "never recover" hit his heart like a heavy hammer. This was not a suggestion or a discussion, but the most severe and unquestionable warning from himself ten years later.
Chen Fan's breathing became a little rapid. He glanced at the cheap electronic watch on his wrist. It was 9:40 in the evening, and there were only 20 minutes left until 10 o'clock. He had no time to hesitate.
Escape? Pretend not to see it? This thought flashed through his mind for only 0.1 seconds before he completely extinguished it. The opportunity for him to stand in the executive suite of Grand Hyatt Hotel today was entirely thanks to this mysterious mobile phone. Trust in his future self is his only and most powerful trump card at present.
Since he said that if he missed the future, he would be doomed, then he must go! Even if there are dangers ahead, he will have to go!
But how to do it?
"Save her", it sounds simple, but where to save her? Who is the other party? What danger has she encountered? Rushing up with bare hands and shouting "I'm here to save you"? That's not bravery, it's stupidity.
Chen Fan forced himself to calm down. He walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face.
A face that was still a little childish was reflected in the mirror, but those eyes had lost yesterday's confusion and cowardice and flashed calmness and sharpness that did not match his age.
He quickly took off his cheap casual clothes and rushed into the shower room to take a shower as quickly as possible. He wanted to wash off not only the dust on his body, but also the smell of the humble soul in the past.
He didn't have clothes suitable for this occasion. The best outfit in his wardrobe was just a shirt bought for interviews, which was out of date, and a pair of dark trousers.
He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt meticulously to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms. He practiced his expression repeatedly in front of the mirror. He couldn't be timid or panic, but had to be calm and relaxed.
It was difficult but he had to do it. Because he knew that in a place like tonight, aura was sometimes more important than status and money.
At 9:55 p.m. Chen Fan walked out of the elevator and stepped into the "Phantom" bar on the first floor of the hotel. Unlike the magnificent lobby, the light here was much darker. Soothing blues jazz flowed in the air, mixed with the faint smell of cologne and expensive cigars. Each table is far apart to ensure the privacy of the guests, and people who talk here subconsciously lower their voices.
This is a hunting ground and social circle belonging to the upper class. Chen Fan's appearance did not attract much attention. He was like a stone thrown into the deep sea without causing any ripples.
He did not rush to find the target, but found the most inconspicuous seat in the corner of the bar, ordered a glass of the cheapest whiskey, and then began to observe the entire "hunting ground" like a patient cheetah.
His eyes swept over every table. At three o'clock, two middle-aged men with Mediterranean hairstyles were talking in a low voice, with a document in front of them as if they were discussing business.
At seven o'clock, a girl with a sexy internet celebrity face was feeding fruit to a fat man next to her in a coquettish voice.
None of them.
Chen Fan's eyes finally fell on the center of the bar. There was a woman sitting alone there. Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat at the first sight of her. The woman was so beautiful that it seemed unreal.
She wore a very simple black dress, revealing her graceful swan neck and delicate collarbone. Her long curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her profile was as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture under the light from the top of the bar.
She held a glass of red wine in her hand but did not drink it. She just gently shook it and watched the bright red liquid hang a charming arc on the wall of the glass.
Her beauty was cold and aloof, like a rose blooming on the top of a snowy mountain, noble and lonely.
But Chen Fan keenly noticed that the calmness of this iceberg beauty was only an appearance. The knuckles of her slender fingers holding the wine glass turned slightly white because of the force; she seemed to be sitting relaxed but her back was straight, with a hint of alert stiffness; most importantly, her eyes would uncontrollably glance at the entrance of the bar every few seconds, and deep in her eyes, there was a hint of anxiety and boredom that was difficult to conceal.
She was not enjoying her time alone. She was waiting, or in agony.
Chen Fan could almost conclude that she was Su Wanqing. The one who needed to be "saved" by himself, the most important ally in the future.
Just then, a figure blocked Chen Fan's sight and walked straight towards Su Wanqing.
It was a man in his thirties, wearing a well-cut Armani suit, a dazzling Rolex gold watch on his wrist, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which made him look like an elite "successful person".
However, when he sat down next to Su Wanqing with a self-proclaimed gentle smile on his face, Chen Fan read a trace of undisguised greed and determination from his eyes that could not be blocked by the glasses.
This is a predator in the guise of civilization.
"Wanqing, why do you have to keep people at a distance?" The man spoke, his voice gentle, but with an unquestionable sense of oppression, "You know better than me what your father's company is like now. My request, Zhao Jianhui, is not excessive. As long as you nod, the investment of 50 million will be deposited into the account of Su Group tomorrow. This money is enough for my uncle to get through this difficult time."
Su Wanqing looked at the wine glass in her hand as if she didn't hear it, her voice as cold as ice: "Mr. Zhao, I'll say it again. My father's company has not reached the point where he needs to sell his daughter to save it. I came here tonight just to tell you that we appreciate your "good intentions". Please don't harass me again in the future."
"Harassment?" The smile on Zhao Jianhui's face faded a little, he stretched out his hand to touch Su Wanqing's wine glass, but she avoided it calmly.
His hand stopped in mid-air, and his eyes darkened with embarrassment: "Wanqing, you are not accepting my toast. Do you really think that besides me, who else in Binhai City dares to invest money in your Su family? Without my permission, you can't even get a penny of loan! I advise you to think it over, don't let your father's lifelong efforts be ruined for your ridiculous nobleness!"
The threat in his words was no longer concealed.
Su Wanqing's body trembled slightly, she bit her lips tightly and her face turned pale, obviously Zhao Jianhui's words hit her vital point.
Seeing her reaction, Zhao Jianhui was very satisfied. He felt that the time was almost right, and leaned forward, leaning close to Su Wanqing's ear, and said ambiguously in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'll wait for you in the presidential suite upstairs tonight. You are a smart woman who knows how to choose."
After that, he even stretched out his hand and wanted to put his arm around Su Wanqing's shoulders.
Now! Chen Fan's pupils suddenly shrank. He glanced at the hour hand of his watch, which pointed to "10" exactly.
He drank the last sip of whiskey in the glass, the spicy liquid burning his throat and igniting the fighting spirit in his chest.
He stood up and straightened his cheap shirt, then took steady steps and walked straight over.
He didn't look at Zhao Jianhui, as if he was a ball of air. His eyes fell directly on Su Wanqing's cold and helpless face, revealing a just right, apologetic smile.
"Wanqing, you're finally here, I thought you stood me up." His voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in this area.
"Mr. Wang's contract details are all ready, just waiting for you." As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jianhui, who was about to make a move, froze instantly. And Su Wanqing, who was originally pale, also raised her head suddenly, her beautiful eyes full of shock and confusion.
She didn't know this person, but she was an extremely smart woman. In just a moment, she understood that this seemingly ordinary young man who suddenly appeared was trying to help her out.
The astonishment in her heart was immediately replaced by a sense of relief after surviving a disaster. She reacted very quickly, and a perfect, angry smile immediately appeared on her face. That moment of charm made the whole bar seem brighter.
"Sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road." She followed Chen Fan's words and stood up naturally, "Is Mr. Wang waiting anxiously? Let's go over quickly."
The two of them sang in unison, cooperating perfectly.
Zhao Jianhui, who was left aside, looked completely gloomy. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and scanned Chen Fan's cheap outfit with a scrutinizing gaze, with no disdain in his eyes.
"Wait a minute." He said coldly, "Who are you? Which company?"
Here it comes. Chen Fan sneered in his heart, he knew that the other party would definitely ask this question.
He turned around and looked at Zhao Jianhui for the first time. He did not answer the question, but showed a playful and even sympathetic smile on his face.
"Sir," he said slowly and calmly, "There are some things in front of so many people, are you sure you want to know?"
His voice was very light, but it carried an inexplicable power that made Zhao Jianhui's heart jump inexplicably.
Where did this guy come from? Is he playing tricks?
Without waiting for Zhao Jianhui to react, Chen Fan turned around and snapped his fingers at the bartender at the bar. The sound was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable style: "A glass of 'Angel's Kiss', put it on Mr. Zhao's account. It's my treat for Mr. Zhao."
"Angel's Kiss" is a pink-colored, sweet-tasting ladies' cocktail.
Letting a grown man, especially a man who prides himself on his status like Zhao Jianhui, drink this kind of wine, the humiliation is self-evident.
What's even more cruel is that Chen Fan put the wine on his account.
At this moment, the guests at the surrounding tables who were listening to the excitement could not help but let out a suppressed low laugh.
Zhao Jianhui's face instantly turned the color of liver!
He was fooled! He was humiliated in public by a poor boy who came out of nowhere!
He wanted to get angry, but in a place like Grand Hyatt Hotel, making a fuss over such a small matter would only make him look more tasteless and more like a joke. His reason told him that he had to maintain his demeanor.
But Chen Fan didn't give him a chance to get angry at all. He winked at Su Wanqing, then politely made a "please" gesture, and the two of them turned around and walked towards the door of the bar calmly under Zhao Jianhui's almost murderous gaze.
Walking out of the bar, the noisy and oppressive atmosphere was isolated behind him.
Su Wanqing breathed a long sigh of relief, and her chest rose and fell violently, obviously she was still in shock.
She stopped and turned around. Her beautiful eyes, as clear as autumn water, looked at Chen Fan seriously for the first time, full of curiosity, gratitude and a hint of inquiry.
"Thank you. But... who are you?"
Chen Fan looked at her, a mysterious smile appeared on his face and he said a line he had prepared long ago: "My name is Chen Fan. You can think of me as a friend from your future."
However, as soon as he finished speaking.
"Stop!" A loud shout came from the door of the bar behind him! Zhao Jianhui rushed out with a sullen face, no longer caring about his demeanor. He was not alone. Behind him were two burly black-clad bodyguards with bulging temples, who looked like martial artists.
The two bodyguards quickly spread to the left and right, blocking the exit of the hotel lobby like two walls.
Some late-returning guests in the lobby saw this and changed their colors and avoided it from a distance.
The atmosphere instantly escalated from the previous undercurrent to a tense situation!
Zhao Jianhui walked in front of Chen Fan, and because of extreme anger, the muscles on his face were twitching slightly. He stared at Chen Fan intently, and his eyes seemed to want to eat him alive.
"Boy, you are a coward." He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his voice was low and full of murderous intent, as if it was a curse from hell.
"There is no one else now." He paused and his eyes became more fierce as if to penetrate Chen Fan's soul, "I ask you again, who the hell are you?!"
"Do you think you can walk out of this door tonight?" There was an unquestionable threat in his words, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Chen Fan's heart.