Mixed in 1980

Chapter 308 The Plot Against Chen Fan

"The boomerang hit itself?"

Chen Fan rubbed his hands together and stood up: "I have to go check it out. That little bastard should get his comeuppance again."

Zeng Ali glared at him: "Sit down properly. What kind of brother-in-law are you? Your brother-in-law is in trouble, and your first thought is to go and laugh at him."

With his wife heavily pregnant, Chen Fan didn't dare to anger her, so he sat down and asked, "He was being ridiculed by his classmates at school?"

"Of course!" Zeng Ali smiled wryly.

Chen Fan said sarcastically, "What did he say that day? He's lost face so many times since he was a child, so what's one more time? As long as he can lose face, that's fine."

"Tsk tsk... Young people, they're too fragile. It's just a few laughs."

"Shut up!" Zeng Ali said irritably.

He touched his nose and said with a wry smile, "Last year, he had a girlfriend, but she broke up with him because of this. She was heartbroken and ran back home."

"That's great! We should celebrate!"

"Can you speak like a human being?" Zeng Ali said angrily.

"It's a good thing in the first place. Everyone inevitably encounters setbacks in life. If a woman breaks up with you over a little thing, can you really keep her? It's better to break up now than to divorce her later."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Ali paused for a moment: "That makes sense. It's better to break up. It'll only hurt for a few days, which is better than getting a divorce later and dealing with a lot of trouble."

Chen Fan nodded and said, "That's right. That girl is also unlucky. Xiao Qiang's two older sisters are both richer than the other. Even if she just leaks a little money between her fingers, she can enjoy a life of luxury."

"Now that you say that, I feel much better."

Zeng Ali stood up and took Chen Fan's arm: "Come with me, and use the same words we just said to comfort Xiao Qiang."

Me? Comfort him?
Chen Fan secretly curled his lip; it was more like watching a joke.

When we arrived at the courtyard of No. 15, Liu Wenhui and the nanny were picking vegetables, while Zeng Tuqiang sat dejectedly to one side, looking somewhat depressed.

Zeng Ali glanced at her husband and asked him to try to persuade him.

Chen Fan pretended not to see it and went to help her husband and mother-in-law pick vegetables. Zeng Ali gritted her teeth, put on a smile, and began to comfort her younger brother, using the same words Chen Fan had used.

Unfortunately, people who have just broken up are emotional and can't listen to rational explanations.

Chen Fan listened for a while and then burst out laughing. Zeng Ali immediately glared at him and said, "I brought you here to comfort your brother, not to watch me make a fool of myself."

Stopping his laughter, Chen Fan coughed lightly, feigning seriousness: "Xiao Qiang, as the saying goes... haha... what does a real man have to worry about... haha, what does he have to worry about not having a wife..."

"Ha ha……"

A demonic laugh, full of sarcasm!
Zeng Tuqiang gritted his teeth, stood up and went back to his room. A little while later, he came out with his schoolbag.

Seeing this, Zeng Ali was startled and hurriedly asked, "Xiao Qiang, where are you going?"

"Go back to school and have class!"

After saying that, she walked out quickly. Liu Wenhui gave her son-in-law a thumbs up: "You're really good at handling him. Just a little provocation and he went back to school on his own."

Chen Fan chuckled, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

You can't exactly say, "I know how to deal with your son, can you?"

Zeng Ali walked over and gently kicked her husband: "Can't you talk properly? That's why your relationship is so strained."

Before Chen Fan could speak, Liu Wenhui said, "Don't you know your brother's personality? Would talking to him nicely work? You have to provoke him a little."

"..." Zeng Ali was speechless.

Liu Wenhui added, "What you just said is right. It's good that you broke up. A girl who breaks up over the smallest thing can't be allowed into our family."

"That's right, our family is very well-off."

Chen Fan flattered, "Not to mention Ali and Jing, just look at our yard, and the basement with its pile of valuable calligraphy and paintings, you could find any kind of girl you wanted."

“Exactly!” Liu Wenhui nodded.

The prices of calligraphy and paintings in basements are getting higher and higher, especially the paintings of the master Xu Beihong, which have seen the most dramatic increase. This year, a painting called "Great Auspiciousness" was auctioned for a sky-high price of 437 million yuan.

Unable to bear seeing them flattering each other, Zeng Ali turned around and went back. Miss Zhao was going to work in Hong Kong tomorrow and was very unhappy, so she had to go back and coax her a few words.

Miss Zhao has resigned herself to her fate!
Since I became pregnant, it's been more than three years, and I haven't been to Hong Kong once. I don't even look at the reports sent by the company much. Anyway, I feel at ease since it's registered under Xinghuo's name.

More than three years have passed, and Ms. Zhao doesn't even know how large the company has grown.

Upon arriving at the Suzhou-style gardens in Hong Kong, Miss Zhao clung to her husband and said coquettishly, "Brother... I miss my son and daughter."

Chen Fan was both amused and exasperated. He was already trying to shirk his responsibilities before even starting work: "If you really miss your son and daughter, then go to work properly, finish your tasks early, and come home early."

Pleading won't work, I can only accept my fate!
The next day, I got up and went to Xinghuo Investment with Chen Fan. Luoshen was affiliated with them and their management was also handled by them. They had detailed information about them.

They had someone bring all the documents over and got busy in Chen Fan's office.

After flipping through the documents for a short while, Miss Zhao opened her mouth wide in disbelief. She hadn't been there for several years, yet Luo Shen's development had been so rapid.

In 1988, Luoshen was a top-tier brand.

However, this "first-tier" status is somewhat misleading. While the price and effectiveness may be at a first-tier or even above-first-tier level, the sales volume is not, at best it's only at a third-tier level.

The price is too high; few people can afford it.

Luoshen's revenue does not come from sales volume, but from its high prices and high profits.

However, with the rapid development of the global economy in recent years and the continuous devaluation of currencies, people have more money in their hands, which indirectly makes it more affordable for more people to buy Luoshen.

In developed countries, Roselle's sales have reached the level of top-tier brands.

Upon finding the sales data from mainland China, Ms. Zhao was surprised again; the data was much better than it had been three years ago: "Are there really that many wealthy people in mainland China?"

"Upon closer reflection, it seems to make sense. In places like Beijing, Guangzhou, Shanghai, and Shenzhen, even with house prices of one or two thousand yuan per square meter, many people still buy them."

"Many people can afford to buy just one bottle of face cream from Luoshen's skincare products, even if they don't buy the whole set. Face cream is also the best-selling product."

After carefully reviewing the sales report, Ms. Zhao stretched and said, "The business is doing so well, even better than when I was in charge. Why did you let me take over?"

Looking at her busy husband, Miss Zhao's eyes lit up: "Brother... I need to discuss something."

Chen Fan put down the documents and looked at her warily.

Miss Zhao walked behind her husband and hugged him from behind: "I want to set up an investment company and give me the personnel who used to be in charge of Luoshen."

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief, fearing she wouldn't take the job: "Go find Wenya and let her make arrangements. For these people, going with you is the best option."

After kissing her husband on the cheek, Ms. Zhao returned to her desk with a smile, not in a hurry to find Zhou Wenya, and continued to look through the documents.

I had to thoroughly review all of Luo Shen's information channels and the many anti-aging related projects she had invested in at the time, and only after I had a complete grasp of everything could I take over.

Before this, I had no intention of meeting anyone.

To avoid being misled first and then discovering problems that are difficult to handle later, it's better to carefully review the materials first and deal with any issues found immediately.

Taking over the company again, she also wanted to make an example of someone. Having followed Chen Fan for so many years, Miss Zhao had her own methods. She was just lazy, not really stupid.

"Boom! Boom!"

A knock sounded at the door, and Ms. Zhao looked up. Chen Fan said "Come in," and the office door was pushed open.

Zhou Wenya walked in. After all these years, she still has a cheerful baby face, but at this moment, there is a hint of struggle on her face.

"Mr. Chen, you know Wang Dehui, right?"

"what happened?"

Chen Fan knew Wang Dehui all too well; he was the unluckiest tycoon in Hong Kong, having been kidnapped once in 1983 and released after a ransom was paid.

In 1990, he was kidnapped again.

After paying a ransom of $6000 million, they disappeared without a trace. There's only one answer.

“A few days ago, a feng shui master named Chen Zhencong claimed to have seen Wang Dehui on an island east of Hong Kong, and that he was injured.”

"Wang Dehui's wife rekindled her hope of finding her husband, and the media took this opportunity to hype it up, attracting a lot of attention."

"And then?" Chen Fan asked curiously.

Zhou Wenya handed over several newspapers: "Then in the last two days, the situation changed drastically, and the media started speculating about who would be the next tycoon to be kidnapped."

"These media outlets compiled a list of Hong Kong's richest people, without providing specific details about their wealth, but they did give a rough estimate of the net worth of the tycoons who appeared in the newspaper."

Chen Fan flipped open the newspaper and frowned: "How could these things possibly make the newspaper? They've offended all the rich people in Hong Kong in one go. Aren't they afraid of being killed?"

Zhou Wenya nodded and said, "I'm also wondering. Look at these lists, they all put you at the top. And if you look at the next newspaper, it's specifically for you."

"The entire article analyzes why you are the most likely to be kidnapped, and the huge profits that can be obtained after you are kidnapped."

"Someone is deliberately targeting you!"

P.S.: Second update! Thanks for all the votes!
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