From the third game onwards, Zhao Yue's attitude was noticeably much friendlier.
Chen Fan found it amusing; so even rich second-generation heirs were afraid of their parents?
But a calm Chen Fan unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
After all, he had come with a purpose, and if they truly fell out, it wouldn't benefit him much.
Forget it!
Let's give him a better gaming experience!
As Chen Fan 'fed' him, Zhao Yue's kills became more satisfying, and his love for PUBG naturally increased.
After seven consecutive games, there was a knock on the door.
"Young Master, dinner is ready. Would you like to eat outside or have it brought in?"
Zhao Yue looked up.
"Already?"
"Let's eat out!"
Putting down his phone, Zhao Yue glanced at Chen Fan.
"What are you looking at?"
Chen Fan was puzzled, thinking, 'Is it time for him to kick me out?'
Zhao Yue said helplessly, "Help me out!"
Chen Fan finally understood, grinning as he stepped forward to unfold the wheelchair and, after helping Zhao Yue out of bed, pushed him outside.
It must be said that the nannies in wealthy families were indeed versatile.
Although the ingredients for the meal were relatively common, the taste was exceptionally delicious, truly a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
The nanny walked over with wine glasses, and Zhao Yue pointed to Chen Fan. The nanny understood and poured wine for Chen Fan.
"Try this; it's a new red wine I just acquired."
Chen Fan didn't stand on ceremony. He didn't know much about wine, but the system immediately provided information about the red wine in the glass!
"Lafite Rothschild: 2013 Vintage"
"Origin: Bordeaux"
"Value: 12,000 RMB (per bottle)"
"Functions: High-end enjoyment, business networking, etiquette requirements..."
Seeing this information, Chen Fan couldn't help but frown slightly.
It wasn't because of the wine's value, but because he didn't see 'beauty and anti-aging' among the wine's functions!?
However, a bottle of wine worth twelve thousand was indeed quite valuable, equivalent to a month and a half of his salary.
The amount poured into the glass alone was probably worth a thousand yuan!
Drink!
Why not drink?
Seeing Chen Fan raise his glass and take a sip, Zhao Yue smiled.
"How does it taste?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not mocking you. I'm just curious, is there a difference in taste between this wine and the red wine you usually drink?"
Chen Fan scoffed inwardly, 'What are you trying to show off?'
After a slight savor, Chen Fan nodded.
"The taste is good. I don't usually drink much, but I smelled a pure Bordeaux grape aroma, so I couldn't help but want to taste it!"
At these words, Zhao Yue's eyes froze.
"No, are you serious, buddy?"
"You understand red wine?"
Chen Fan smiled slightly.
"I only understand games!"
Zhao Yue was amused.
"Don't change the subject. Look, I only have two bottles of this wine!"
"If you can tell me the vintage, we'll drink this bottle today, as much as you want, and I'll give you the other bottle!"
Chen Fan put down his glass, picked up a piece of meat, and smiled.
"Don't joke. I've earned enough today. Taking another bottle from you wouldn't be fair to you!"
Zhao Yue became interested.
"No, no, I insist on giving you the wine today."
"Just tell me, do you really taste it, or are you guessing?"
Chen Fan didn't speak further, but instead raised his glass and took another sip, looking quite professional.
"The mouthfeel is full-bodied, and there's even a hint of floral aroma?"
Putting down his glass, Chen Fan mused, "As far as I know, Lafite Rothschild rarely incorporates floral notes, but in 2013, due to reduced grape production, they had to increase costs and add some floral components to this wine."
"And the oak aroma has also fully developed; it's a very mature vintage!"
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Yue was completely dumbfounded.
"No way, buddy, you really know your stuff?"
"What exactly do you do?"
At these words, the nanny nearby also froze.
You don't even know what he does, and you've had him playing at your house all morning?
And treating him so warmly?
You injured your foot, not your brain, did you?
Chen Fan grinned.
No explanation!
Zhao Yue's eyes lit up.
"No, buddy, I'm really too curious about you!"
"You're good at games, you know about my... my experiences during those years overseas, and now you've opened my eyes again. More importantly..."
Zhao Yue frowned.
"Your attire is too low-class, isn't it?"
"You're not pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger here, are you?"
Chen Fan still smiled without speaking.
This made Zhao Yue frown at Chen Fan continuously, becoming even more curious.
After dinner, Chen Fan got up to help clean up.
"President Zhao, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving!"
Hearing that Chen Fan was about to leave, Zhao Yue quickly said, "Don't go!"
"Honestly, I'm becoming more and more interested in you!"
"How about this, you stay with me for another half-day?"
"Half a day! You don't even have to play games; just stay here and chat with me, consider it making a friend!"
"I haven't really been out much these past few days since I injured my ankle, and it's been stifling me!"
Chen Fan: "I'm not responsible for pimping!"
Zhao Yue: "..."
"In short, stay for another half-day. I have food, drinks, and entertainment here!"
Chen Fan feigned difficulty, "This... although I really want to help you, I'm not my own master!"
"To be honest, I work at a foreign trade company, and I was delayed by something this morning, so I took half a day off."
"If I don't go in this afternoon, I can't extend my leave."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yue's eyes widened.
"No, buddy! I sent you six 888 red packets this morning, didn't I?"
"Isn't that enough for two days' salary? It's just half a day, and you're unwilling?"
Chen Fan spread his hands.
"No choice, I'm terrified of being poor!"
Zhao Yue raised his hand.
"Alright, alright, I give up. How about this, you take another half-day off, and I'll compensate you for a few more days' salary, how about that?"
Chen Fan still looked troubled.
"It's not easy. I've taken quite a lot of leave, and I don't have an excuse."
Zhao Yue angrily said, "I'll help you ask!"
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, secretly smiling that he had finally fallen for it.
"You?"
"Who among our supervisors knows you?"
Zhao Yue was almost angered to the point of spitting blood.
"Supervisor?"
"Buddy, I, the future successor of Zhao Corporation, a tycoon in Shenzhen City's export industry, you want me to find your supervisor?"
"Can't I just go directly to your boss?"
Chen Fan asked in confusion, "You know our boss?"
Zhao Yue: "How fresh! There are only a few foreign trade companies in Shenzhen City. Even if I don't know them personally, I should at least know about them, right?"
"Tell me, which company, and who's the boss?"
Chen Fan said, "Tianluo Foreign Trade, the boss's surname is Luo."
Tianluo Foreign Trade?
Upon hearing this name, Zhao Yue's expression stiffened.
As he said, there weren't many foreign trade companies in Shenzhen City that he wasn't familiar with, but Tianluo was indeed one of them.
But since he had already spoken, and Chen Fan had been showing off all morning, if he didn't regain his dignity, he would truly be humiliated.
Scrolling through his phone, Zhao Yue said awkwardly, "Well, we really don't have any business contact with Tianluo."
Looking up, he said to Chen Fan, "Do you have your boss's phone number?"
No sooner had he spoken than Zhao Yue's phone rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, Zhao Yue immediately hung up.
At the same time, in Luo Ying's office at Tianluo Foreign Trade.
Gao Wenliang looked at the disconnected call, his face awkward as he looked up at President Luo.
"President Luo, don't worry. I've already received a definite reply. President Zhao will definitely speak with us!"
"It's probably not convenient right now. Please wait a moment; I'll keep calling!"
In the villa, Zhao Yue looked at the unfamiliar number that kept calling, his expression immediately turning angry.
"Who's this idiot?"
He immediately blacklisted it!
Looking up, he looked at Chen Fan.
"Still haven't found the number?"
Chen Fan raised his phone.
"How about you call the front desk and ask to be transferred to the office?"
