Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 591 The V-Class wobbled precariously, while the Audi swayed steadily.

Ye Fan listened to Chen Bao's complaints, which were tinged with alcohol and bitterness, and understood perfectly what was going on.

He sits in his office in the Hongdou Building every day, observing the quality of the areas renovated by Chen Bao's team.

Even the most easily overlooked and easily overlooked aspects of renovation, such as the baseboard seams, the waterproofing of the drain edges, and the flatness of the switch panels, are done meticulously, leaving no room for criticism.

This kind of meticulousness cannot be faked; it is a habit, and even more so, an inherent persistence.

Why is Chen Bao's company losing money?

Why struggle?

The reason is obvious—the craftsmanship is too solid and the materials are too high-quality, resulting in a single project cost that is far higher than the industry's "standard" level.

In addition, this guy and his comrades came from the military and despised those crooked ways of taking kickbacks and getting rebates.

In the commercial interior design industry, where "greasing palms" is necessary to secure projects, one naturally encounters obstacles at every turn.

Profits were squeezed to almost zero by competitors who were adept at cutting corners and bribing their way through.

In this restless, profit-driven era where quick money reigns supreme, honest people who only bury themselves in hard work without knowing how to leverage opportunities or package themselves will sooner or later be swallowed up by the turbulent waves of the market.

But it was precisely this almost "clumsy" honesty that became the most shining value in Ye Fan's eyes.

In this era of rampant counterfeiting and shoddy construction, "reliable" and "trustworthy" are the rarest and most expensive luxuries.

He has the resources and the vision to discover and amplify this scarce value.

Two bottles of strong liquor were emptied, and the private room was steaming hot.

Ye Fan looked at the man across from him, whose face was flushed and whose neck veins were slightly bulging, but whose eyes were exceptionally clear and open due to his outpouring of information and the alcohol, and decided to stop beating around the bush.

He slammed the wine glass he was toying with onto the solid wood table, making a crisp sound, getting straight to the point, his words as sharp as a drawn sword:

"Old Chen, we've had enough to drink and talked this far. Since you consider me a brother, I'll show you the right path today, and also find myself a trustworthy partner."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Chen Bao:

"Your 'Leopard Decoration' name is too 'street-smart,' and it lacks vision. Here's the deal: I'll offer 15 million in cash to acquire 70% of the company's shares, and you can keep 30% for yourself."

The company name must be changed, but you'll remain the general manager and be fully responsible for daily operations. However, from now on, I'll back you up and cover any necessary upgrades to equipment, stockpiling of top-quality raw materials, and the resources and backing needed to expand business. To go for it or not?

"Clang!"

The chopsticks Chen Bao was holding fell onto the plate.

Fifteen million!

The number hit him like a hammer blow, instantly sobering him up considerably. His heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

His so-called company, all its assets combined—including those cutting machines, electric hammers, the company's vehicles, and that nearly broken Wuling van, plus the little bit of inventory in the warehouse—could be worth at most five million if sold as a package!

What Ye Fan is doing is hardly an investment.

This is clearly a case of bringing mountains of gold and silver to extend the lives of these desperate veterans and pave the way for their future!

"Mr. Ye...you...you're not kidding me, are you?" Chen Bao stammered, his voice dry, the huge shock making him unable to believe it.

"Trying to fool you? My account balance fluctuates by more than that in a minute. Do you think I have the time to come to a local restaurant and make up stories to amuse you?" Ye Fan said with a laugh, his tone casual but revealing an undeniable confidence.

Chen Bao was stunned for two seconds before suddenly coming to his senses.

He is not an indecisive person; the style he developed in the army is to act decisively once he has identified an opportunity!

Overwhelmed by joy and gratitude, he overcame his last hesitation and abruptly stood up, his body trembling with excitement. He picked up the half-empty glass in front of him, held it with both hands, and forcefully clinked it against Ye Fan's glass. The porcelain glasses collided with a crisp "bang."

"Damn it! Let's do it, Boss Ye! From now on, my life, the livelihoods and futures of these old brothers in the company, are all in your hands! You tell me east, I'll do it west!"

A multi-million dollar collaboration was finalized in this down-to-earth restaurant private room, amidst the aroma of wine and a sense of pride.

The acquisition agreement was finalized over drinks, but Ye Fan's plans went far beyond that.

He did not intend to simply insert the decoration company into the Hongdou Group as an insignificant subsidiary.

A bolder and more forward-looking business blueprint has already clearly emerged in his mind.

......

The two of them drank heartily and spoke frankly with each other.

Before I knew it, the clock on the wall had ticked away for almost two hours.

When the party ended, both of them were slightly drunk, their minds were a bit sluggish from the alcohol, and their thinking was not as sharp as usual.

So they tacitly decided to leave the specific acquisition contract terms and equity changes for the next day.

Tonight, let's all go home and sober up.

Chen Bao let out a loud burp, his steps unsteady as he walked toward his weathered Wuling van, his heart brimming with passion and boundless hope for the future.

He opened the car door, clumsily climbed into the driver's seat, and hummed an off-key military song.

With a loud "whoosh," the van started up, letting out a weary sigh, before wobbling and tracing irregular arcs as it merged into the nighttime traffic.

Although Ye Fan had drunk quite a bit and his cheeks were slightly flushed, his mind was still relatively clear.

He didn't disturb Lao Li, the dedicated driver, who should have been resting at that time.

Instead, he skillfully took out his phone, opened a newly emerging ride-hailing app, and paid extra to call a designated driver.

A few minutes later, a smart and capable-looking driver wearing a vest jogged over and took the keys.

Ye Fan opened the passenger door of the black Audi A7, sat comfortably inside, adjusted the seat angle, and closed his eyes to rest.

The car drove smoothly for about five or six minutes, passing through two intersections.

Just as they turned into a wide-open intersection, the sight ahead made the designated driver subconsciously tap the brakes.

The entire road was completely enveloped by a blinding, dense array of blue and red police lights, resembling a miniature light pollution scene.

Several police cars were parked diagonally on the side of the road, and the red reflective roadblocks and warning tapes compressed the originally spacious three lanes into a narrow "single-plank bridge" that could only allow one car to pass slowly.

Seven or eight traffic police officers in fluorescent green vests were busy under the lights, holding familiar breathalyzers, and signaling passing vehicles to lower their windows for inspection.

A serious and tense atmosphere permeated the air.

"Wow, this is quite a scene... Is it a major case, or is it part of the citywide 'Operation Zero' crackdown on drunk driving?"

Ye Fan leaned back in his chair, looking out the window with interest, and muttered to himself.