Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 217 Jinling, Zifeng Tower

Ye Fan's words were bluntly almost cruel: "So, one of the ultimate goals of driving a supercar is to 'attract attention.' This also explains why its core audience is often young people who crave excitement and a sense of presence. As for comfort and practicality? Those are things you only consider 'compromising' on after you've already owned it."

His tone was frank and open, without any attempt to conceal anything.

Miao Zi lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the handle of her briefcase.

Ye Fan's straightforwardness caught her off guard, but it also made her feel a strange sense of relief.

He tore away the veil of pretense surrounding wealth and luxury cars, directly exposing the most primal vanity and desire for display in human nature.

Having worked in a bank for so many years, I've come into contact with countless wealthy people. Some bank tellers, especially those with striking looks, are easily tempted by money.

During her tenure, many bank tellers chose to resign as a result, willingly becoming mistresses for others.

Ye Fan's voice rang out again, carrying a detached calm: "Actually, rich people are just like that. They don't have an extra brain compared to ordinary people. They just have more resources, so they can play more tricks. In essence, they can't escape human nature. They crave attention, they crave recognition, and they crave the feeling of superiority. Everyone is the same."

"Pfft!" Miao Zi couldn't help but laugh this time, amused by Ye Fan's sharp self-deprecating humor that even included himself.

Goodness, when he gets ruthless, he even talks about himself.

The crisp laughter broke the last trace of restraint inside the car.

She looked up, her eyes filled with a smile and a hint of disbelief: "Mr. Ye, you can't say things like that! Aren't you a super rich man yourself?"

Ye Fan turned his head and gave her an extremely frank, even slightly mischievous, smile: "So I'm no exception. I drive this car partly to show off and attract attention, there's nothing to hide, it's not shameful."

He shrugged, looking relaxed.

Miao Zi was stunned. She looked at Ye Fan's angular profile, the sunlight casting shadows on his straight nose through the car window.

She had seen too many wealthy people who either pretended to be profound, deliberately kept a low profile, or used all sorts of high-sounding reasons to package their luxurious lifestyles, as if doing so would not be in line with their "class".

Hypocritical, like wearing an exquisite mask.

Therefore, when she faced him, she always carried a cautious respect and an insurmountable distance between them.

But the Ye Fan before me was surprisingly frank.

He made no secret of the "social flaunting" attribute of sports cars, and even made fun of himself to analyze the weaknesses of human nature.

There was no pretense, no excuses; everything was so natural, real, and down-to-earth.

They didn't have the slightest air of being rich; they were just like two ordinary friends chatting casually.

Especially when talking about buying a supercar just to show off and attract girls, there was no pretense at all; everything was said naturally, without trying to find a high-sounding excuse for the issue.

This openness instantly melted away the invisible barrier in her heart.

Her tense shoulders relaxed unconsciously, and her hand, which had been gripping the briefcase strap tightly, loosened.

An unprecedented sense of comfort permeated the carriage.

Miao Zi found herself no longer consciously searching for "appropriate" wording, and she naturally became more talkative.

She was filled with curiosity about Ye Fan.

The young man before me possesses the frankness, humor, and youthful vigor typical of his age, yet his words often reveal a clarity and maturity far beyond his years.

The first time she met Ye Fan was when her bank manager invited him to dinner. She was very reserved in front of him then, but now she is much more relaxed.

It's hard not to wonder what kind of family and environment Ye Fan came from to produce such an outstanding young man.

In what kind of environment was this contradictory yet fascinating quality forged?

In this relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, the McLaren P1 emitted a deep shifting sound and smoothly glided into the underground parking lot of a modern office building.

The engine roar echoed a few times in the empty concrete space before falling silent.

They had arrived at their destination, but Miao Zi's understanding of this young employer was only just beginning to unfold in a completely new and intriguing chapter.

......

Jinling, Zifeng Tower.

The McLaren P1, like a bright orange barracuda, silently slid into the building's underground parking garage.

The car door opened like a butterfly's wing, and Ye Fan and Miao Zi got out one after the other.

Fang Yu, who had been waiting there, and a capable woman in a dark business suit immediately came forward.

"Hello, Mr. Ye!" The woman stepped forward first, with a warm but tactful smile on her face, and extended her hand. "I am An Lin, the property management manager of Zifeng Tower. You can call me Xiao An."

She was around thirty-five years old, with impeccable makeup, sharp eyes, and an air of expertise in hospitality.

Ye Fan reached out and shook her hand, his grip firm but not too tight: "Hello, Manager An."

"Damn, you've finally arrived!" Fang Yu casually punched Ye Fan on the shoulder.

His gaze then fell curiously on Miao Zi, who possessed an outstanding presence behind Ye Fan: "And who is this...?"

He had a hint of amusement in his eyes, thinking she was Ye Fan's new "secretary".

Ye Fan gave a brief introduction: "Miao Zi, ICBC's personal secretary."

The voice just fell.

Miao Zi stepped forward, nodded slightly to Fang Yu, and gave him a standard professional smile. Her voice was clear and pleasant: "Mr. Fang, hello. I am Miao Zi, assisting Mr. Ye with the initial affairs of the new company."

"Oh! Secretary Miao, hello, hello!" Fang Yu replied with a smile, his attitude was amiable, but his gaze had already shifted away from Miao Zi.

For a second-generation rich kid like him, having a top-tier private secretary is nothing unusual.

Fang Yu turned to Ye Fan, excitedly saying, "Let's go, take a look at the place I picked for you! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

His tone was confident, clearly indicating that he had put a lot of thought into this site selection.

Ye Fan nodded: "Okay."

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Fang, this way please. I'll lead the way." An Lin immediately stepped aside to lead the way, her steps brisk, her high heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the smooth, mirror-like floor.

The group walked through the grand lobby and arrived at the private elevator lobby.

An Lin pressed the button first, and the elevator doors slid open silently.

She stood respectfully by the door, and only entered last, standing next to the control panel, after Ye Fan and the other two had entered.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Fang, shall we start by looking at the top floor, the 82nd floor?" An Lin asked, her finger hovering over the button.