"Jiang Fan, where are you?"
"I'm at Mr. Qian's house."
"Where's Su the Fox? Is she with you?"
"She went out shopping with Mr. Qian. I'm here watching the house. I think I'll stay here for lunch. What's up?"
"Nothing much! It's just that we found the person who withheld Tu Xiaoxiao's permit last time. It's someone with real power in a government unit. Your mother-in-law also used some connections. Could Gao Lvxing really invite such a big figure?"
"Who cares? Did you sneak into my room and kiss me last night?"
"I went to a meeting."
Tang Wan simply hung up the phone. Jiang Fan was bored, lying on the sofa. He thought about calling Ji Jing but she just muttered that she was bored and hung up too. Did Tong Yao do it?
Jiang Fan, having summoned his courage, sent a text message to the monster. Ten minutes later, he received over ten messages, all filled with the word 'freak', completely covering the screen.
Feeling the vibration of his phone, Jiang Fan turned over, holding the phone to his chest and staring at the ceiling, his eyes watering as he whispered, "I want to change my phone."
In fact, Tong Yao only sent two messages, but there were so many words that Jiang Fan had to split them into over ten messages to read. Plus, Jiang Fan had OCD. Even though he knew the messages were just the word "freak," he still clicked on each one and read them all.
It didn't seem like Tong Yao did it.
Did something strange happen last night?
I remember locking the door!
It was past 1 PM when Qian Ling and Su Qing returned. Qian Ling carried over ten bags and called for Jiang Fan to help. Su Qing was almost fully loaded with bags. Looking at the logos on the bags, it seemed that Mr. Qian had paid for everything.
Qian Ling sat on the sofa, holding a fan and fanning herself, while Su Qing went to the fridge to get some water. Jiang Fan squatted at the door, looking at the clothes in the bags, and asked, "Auntie, did you buy these for me?"
Qian Ling looked at Jiang Fan and smiled, "Are you too narcissistic? What? Just because it's men's clothing, it's for you?"
"Of course! Qian Er can't wear this stuff. Auntie, don't tease me!"
"You're not being polite at all. Go ahead and try them on."
"Hehe, why should I be polite with you?"
Jiang Fan didn't refuse, and even seemed to like it, which pleased Qian Ling. It wasn't that Jiang Fan had a thick skin; he was guessing Qian Ling's thoughts. When he reached for the bag and opened it, Qian Ling didn't stop him, which meant these clothes weren't for giving away.
Moreover, Qian Ling had shoved the bag directly into his arms.
From this series of actions, there was a 50% chance that the clothes were for him. When he asked the question later, Qian Ling answered with a teasing smile, which made Jiang Fan even more certain.
He couldn't refuse!
Qian Ling was different from other elders. She had been hurt and was more sensitive. He couldn't refuse; instead, he had to show that he liked it.
It wasn't that Jiang Fan was cunning; he just needed to think.
Seeing Jiang Fan walk into the servant's room with the bag, Qian Ling fanned herself and said to Su Qing, "Qingqing, go in and help him. What are you being so reserved for here?"
If they weren't here, Su Qing might have gone in already. It was because Qian Ling was here that she felt embarrassed. She pushed open the door to the servant's room with a stiff expression. Jiang Fan, who was taking off his pants, opened his mouth to shout, but Su Qing quickly covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed his neck with the other, threatening in a low voice, "If you shout, I'll kill you. Do you think I want to come in? Mr. Qian has completely misunderstood us! Don't shout, got it?"
Jiang Fan nodded. Su Qing took a deep breath and let go, but Jiang Fan opened his mouth to shout again. Su Qing gritted her teeth and punched Jiang Fan on the forehead, angrily whispering, "Do you really think I won't hit you? If you move or shout again, I'll neuter you. Lift your foot!"
Jiang Fan sat on a small bed while Su Qing squatted in front of him, helping him take off his shoes and pull down his pants. Jiang Fan sat on the bed, covering his underwear with his hands. He really didn't dare to move. Other girls might just be threatening when they said they would neuter someone, but Su Qing wasn't like that; she was serious.
Su Qing looked at Jiang Fan with a disdainful expression and said, "Are you afraid I'll see your little thing?"
"I'm afraid I'll scare you to death. Now turn around; I'm going to put on my clothes."
"Turn around? Haven't I seen you wearing underwear?"
"Huh? Was that strawberry mark really from you? I even asked Tong Yao about it. This freak sent me over ten messages insulting me."
"It wasn't me. It might be Tang Wan. I don't have your house key."
"You could have climbed through the window."
"Jiang Fan, you bastard! Your house is on the 11th floor. Lift your foot!"
Jiang Fan obediently lifted his foot, and Su Qing put the pants on him. Then she took the belt and wrapped it around Jiang Fan's waist, passing it through the belt loops. This action was like hugging Jiang Fan. Even if Jiang Fan was serious, in this situation...
He was a man in his prime!
He felt a reaction.
Then he felt a pain, and Su Qing stood up and said coldly, "Control yourself. Next time, it won't be just a pinch."
Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at Su Qing angrily, gritting his teeth and saying, "Are you a woman? Can you act like a woman?"
"If I'm not a woman, why do you have a reaction, Jiang Fan? Do I attract you more than Tang Wan does? Tang Wan said you often sleep in the same room. Two minutes ago, I thought you were uninterested in sex. You're the worst of the worst."
"Get out! Leave!"
Jiang Fan pushed Su Qing's back and kicked her butt as he pushed her out the door. Su Qing got angry and reached for a vase on the dining table to attack Jiang Fan, but when she turned around, she found Qian Ling looking at her curiously. Su Qing awkwardly smiled and said, "Mr. Qian, the vase is really beautiful."
Qian Ling smiled helplessly without exposing the truth.
Jiang Fan, dressed in a suit, walked out of the servant's room and stood in the hallway between the living room and the dining room, smiling at Qian Ling and saying, "Auntie, how do I look?"
Before speaking, Jiang Fan turned around.
The suit was black and fitted, not the loose kind worn for work. The suit seemed to fit Jiang Fan's legs perfectly. Jiang Fan wasn't tall, but his body proportions were good. Wearing the suit made his legs look longer. With shoes that had a slight heel, he looked like he was over 1.8 meters tall.
The black suit was paired with a white shirt.
Jiang Fan looked tall and spirited, especially with his buzz cut.
Qian Ling rested her chin on her hand, leaning on the sofa armrest, and looked Jiang Fan up and down, slightly furrowing her brows and saying, "Why don't I see a gentle and scholarly feeling from you? You're not as handsome as those little stars on TV. There's a feeling I can't quite put into words."
Su Qing sat beside her, peeling a small plate of pine nuts, and muttered, "He's not gentle and scholarly at all. He beat up the big dog from District Eight and left him lying on the ground. He just kicked me too. He's a violent person, a suited thug."
"A suited thug! That somewhat fits. I didn't know this term before. I only learned it after watching some American dramas abroad. The buzz cut looks very spirited. I think he looks very spirited. Qingqing, you must keep an eye on Fan."
Qian Ling joked with a smile, mentioning "seeing him often," which instantly dampened Su Qing's mood. She handed the peeled pine nuts to Qian Ling and said angrily,
"Mr. Qian, he keeps hovering around me, and I can barely keep up. His ex-wife, the Season Minister from Glory's Planning Department, is almost becoming his little servant, along with Ms. Tong from the Third High School."
"Oh? Fan seems to have quite a few romantic prospects, Qingqing! Let me tell you, it's not terrible if you can't get him; it's a joke if you can't keep him. You need to work harder. Jiang Fan's mind is too agile. When you can't guess all his thoughts, focus on one aspect, whether it's eating, drinking, entertainment, work, or preferences. Don't try to control a man's life. Think about how to make him feel like he's missing something after leaving you."
Su Qing was somewhat confused. Seeing this, Qian Ling smiled again.
"Let me give you an example. It's like a dog. If you always keep him at home, he'll always want to go out and play, while stray dogs outside always want a home."
As soon as Qian Ling finished speaking, Jiang Fan was immediately unhappy and sat on the ground with a grievance.
"Aunt! Is that how you make comparisons?"
After saying this, Jiang Fan stood up and ran away. Qian Ling had already stood up and pointed at Jiang Fan, angrily saying,
"You just sit on the ground with your newly bought clothes? Come here."
Jiang Fan hid at the other end of the dining table and kept shaking his head.
"No, no, you'll hit me."
Qian Ling suddenly smiled, and as she smiled, tears fell down. When had such a scene appeared before? It was when Qian Huan had just graduated. Qian Ling nagged him to go on a blind date, and Qian Huan, refusing stubbornly, also sat on the ground, saying the same line as Jiang Fan,
"No, no, you'll hit me."
Su Qing and Jiang Fan sat on either side of Qian Ling, with Qian Ling holding Su Qing's hand on her lap while Jiang Fan hunched over, peeling pine nuts. Qian Ling didn't particularly like eating pine nuts, which was also a way for her to subtly punish Jiang Fan.
Although Qian Wan would also be living here, her personality didn't align with Qian Ling's expectations for the younger generation. She was still young and only knew how to hide in her room and play games, with little to say to her aunt. However, Jiang Fan was the most suitable person to keep the elders company.
After peeling for a while, Jiang Fan reclined on the sofa and exclaimed, "I'm not peeling anymore! My eyes are going blind, Auntie! You'd rather have me do this tedious work than go to war."
Qian Ling turned her head and glared at Jiang Fan, saying dismissively, "You've only peeled a dozen nuts. Just earlier, Qing Qing peeled a small plateful that you ate in one gulp. Hurry up and peel more."
Jiang Fan sat up, looking at Qian Ling with a pitiful expression. "Auntie, can we change the task? This kind of detailed work really isn't suited for me."
"Then give me a way to earn money that's not as slow as Glory Home Furnishing Plaza and has nothing to do with Glory. You have two days," Qian Ling replied.
"No need, Auntie. Just give me half an hour. Is there a computer?" Jiang Fan asked.
"Wan Wan's computer is in her bedroom. Go get it yourself," Qian Ling said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan stood up and headed into Qian Wan's bedroom. However, he immediately retreated when he entered the room, tilting his head and looking at Qian Ling with a frown. "Auntie, should we hire a housekeeper?"
The room was in such a mess that Jiang Fan, holding a basin and a rag, walked into Qian Wan's room. Qian Ling, sitting in the living room, didn't stop him but instead asked Su Qing, "Is this guy really clean or is he just pretending to be?" Mentioning Jiang Fan's cleanliness, Su Qing's face instantly darkened as she grabbed Qian Ling's hand and said fiercely, "Miss Qian, I've never seen anyone as clean as Jiang Fan. Men or women, his house floor tiles are polished to a mirror-like shine. When he comes out of the bathroom in the morning, he squats by the door to pick up hairs. His dirty clothes never pile up for more than a day. And I've heard from Tang Wan that Jiang Fan even washes his cutting board after cutting each ingredient when cooking..."
"I know that. The last time he cooked here, I noticed he used separate knives for meat and vegetables, washing them after each use before cutting the next ingredient. Have you found any flaws in him?" Qian Ling asked.
"Yes! He gets angry when he's hungry, and he won't eat until he finishes what he's doing. When he's angry, he can't work well, and it becomes a vicious cycle. He's always pushing himself too hard. Last time in my office, he played a game and hit his hand when he failed, but he's not obsessive-compulsive. However, he is quite macho and a bit of a male chauvinist," Su Qing replied.
After listening to Su Qing's complaints, Qian Ling smiled with her eyes narrowed. "He's like Qian Huan. It's not obsessive-compulsive disorder; he's just overly strict with himself. When he does something, his subconscious mind believes he can do it better. People with this personality don't allow themselves to fail. It's not much related to obsessive-compulsive disorder; it's more about... being a bit abnormal!"
"Right! A bit abnormal!" Su Qing agreed.
The two of them sat in the living room, chatting and complaining about Jiang Fan, while he was sweating profusely, cleaning up Qian Wan's room... It was a mess! No wonder Tang Wan liked Qian Wan; they were both quite sloppy and comparable in that aspect.
However, just half an hour later, when Jiang Fan came out carrying a basin of ink, his plan was ready. He poured water to wash the rag and hung it up, then stood at the door of the bathroom and smiled at Qian Ling. "Auntie, I have a plan. It doesn't matter how much we earn. You can find someone to execute it, but can we forget about the pine nuts?"
Qian Ling glanced at Jiang Fan and smirked, "You're trying to fool me? You spent this half-hour cleaning Wan Wan's room?"
Jiang Fan leaned against the door frame, lifted his hand, and tapped his forehead, smiling confidently. "Doing housework doesn't stop my brain from working."
"Come on! Tell me your plan. If it satisfies me, I might help you out when you need it," Qian Ling said seriously.
Jiang Fan didn't answer directly but instead took out a picture of a game and placed it on the coffee table. "Auntie, you might not understand this game, but I've observed Wan Wan playing it, and she's much better than me."
Qian Ling still didn't fully believe that Jiang Fan had a plan. She just smiled casually and nodded, then continued chatting with Su Qing. Jiang Fan lowered his head and said softly, "Actually, I have an idea, but it's just my initial thought..."
He paused for a moment and continued, "This game has recently become popular in many countries and even had world championships. It already has enough popularity. We can rely on our connections to get the model usage rights for this game. We don't need the merchandise or film rights; we just need the game model usage rights to earn money. Of course, others can think of this too, but we're just seizing the opportunity."
Hearing this, Qian Ling was finally intrigued. She turned her head and looked at Jiang Fan, "Continue. I want to know what you specifically plan to do."
Jiang Fan smiled confidently and replied, "First, we need to obtain the model usage rights for the game. Secondly, since a network accelerator is usually required to reduce game latency, and most accelerators require a membership or only have a one-day trial, we can offer a free accelerator for them to use, requiring real-name registration. This way, we'll get the information of the game players, and then we can advertise on our accelerator, telling them that this game will be available in China soon, and they don't need to use an accelerator or purchase it to play."
"Continue. I want to know what you plan to do with the model usage rights! Only major domestic game companies can act as game agents," Qian Ling said.
"We don't need to be an agent! After we get a certain amount of user information, we'll find another way to launch the game," Jiang Fan replied.
"Hmm? A pirated version?" Qian Ling asked.
"No! The official version! A mobile game," Jiang Fan clarified.
"Jiang Fan, Glory doesn't involve the game industry now," Qian Ling pointed out.
"We won't develop the game ourselves. First, we'll rely on connections to acquire the model usage rights as quickly as possible. After that, we'll refine the plan and transfer it along with the model usage rights. Without the model, even if they think of mobile games, they won't be able to attract PC gamers! It has to be a one-to-one replica. We'll only handle the planning and find a suitable company to package and sell the plan. I'm not too familiar with the specific operations. You'll need to find a savvy team or studio to do it. They can create an empty shell of a mobile game, just a few digital codes. After registering the game, they can package and sell it. Short-term! I've calculated it, and a few hundred thousand to a couple of million won't even be a blink for you."
Qian Ling was slightly shocked inside but tried to hold back her many questions and asked,
"Has anyone done this before?"
Jiang Fan shook his head and said seriously,
"No, only the first can be the champion. My idea is just a prototype. Qingqing has a good memory; she can prepare a detailed document for you. How to operate and plan it finely will be up to you. I can't offer any help."
Qian Ling tilted her head, examining Jiang Fan, then stood up, walked over to him, and used both hands to examine his head, looking left and right, puzzled.
"There are no seams, and he doesn't look like a robot. How did he come up with such a plan in just half an hour? Qingqing, where did you find him? I want to find a few too."
Su Qing looked at Jiang Fan with joy and admiration in her eyes and said softly,
"Ms. Qian, there's only one Jiang Fan, and there can only be one."
"Wait a moment. I'll make a call to one of my partners abroad. The model usage rights also require funding. I'll ask him to assess it."
Qian Ling got up and returned to her room. Fluent foreign language followed, which Jiang Fan listened to with a confused expression, whispering,
"Qingqing, what language is this?"
Su Qing smiled with her eyes narrowed and said,
"French. Jiang Fan, tell me the truth. How long have you been thinking about this plan? Who was it originally intended for? Was it Tang Wan?"
Jiang Fan shook his head seriously and said,
"After the fight in the rain last time, neither you nor Tang Wan could execute this plan. It requires a powerful studio, connections, and sufficient financial support."
Su Qing sighed, feeling slightly disappointed. She felt that her mind couldn't keep up with Jiang Fan's ideas. After about half an hour, Qian Ling came out of the bedroom and smiled at Jiang Fan, saying,
"Fan, do you want a car? I'll give you one as a reward. Porsche? Ferrari? How about the McLaren that Wanwan drives?"
"Auntie, I want to drive a tank!"