Chapter 251: You must have been very tired last night, take a good rest.

Lin Fan broke out in a cold sweat; this tycoon sister was quite ruthless.

Actually, there was no need for him to make a move tonight; those two foreigners would be dealt with by Feng Ruolan. He could tell that when Feng Ruolan was dodging them, her moves were agile, clearly a Martial Artist. According to the system’s information, Feng Ruolan is a Taekwondo eighth-degree black belt...

Those two foreign trash, who thought they were superior just because they were tall, were no match for her at all.

Moreover, with Feng Ruolan’s penchant for sending people to Africa at the slightest provocation, those two foreign trash were practically asking for it.

The reason Lin Fan decided to act tonight was that he really wanted to personally deal with the two foreign trash; he just felt itchy-handed for a moment.

"Little Fan, let’s call it a night. It’s getting late; let’s go to bed," Feng Ruolan suggested.

"You go take a shower first; I’ll make your bed. Aunt Cui took off for the night," Feng Ruolan said.

"Hmm..."

After Lin Fan finished his shower, Feng Ruolan had already made the bed in the guest room for him.

While Lin Fan was showering, he accidentally got his shirt wet, leaving him no choice but to come out shirtless.

When Feng Ruolan turned her head and saw Lin Fan’s well-built muscles, her heart started racing. Wow... so handsome, and he looks so reassuring.

Apparently, Lin Fan really did train with a master; otherwise, how could he have such an exceptional physique!

Feng Ruolan blushed and said, "The bed is made. You should get some early rest."

She quickly made her escape, unable to keep looking as she feared losing control.

Lin Fan scratched his head, wondering why his sister seemed to be blushing. Could it be...

He looked down at his abs, and it seemed he understood.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning.

Aunt Cui returned from outside to Feng Ruolan’s villa. She had taken off the night before and came back early to prepare breakfast for the young lady.

Entering the living room.

Aunt Cui suddenly saw Feng Ruolan and Lin Fan emerge from the hallway, with Feng Ruolan still in her pajamas...

This...

Aunt Cui misunderstood. Since she wasn’t there last night, Lin Fan stayed over? And they both came out of the room together!

Could it be that the young lady finally confronted Lin Fan?

Aunt Cui couldn’t help but show an ambiguous smile.

Seeing Aunt Cui, Feng Ruolan said, "You’re back, Aunt Cui."

She showed no signs of panic from being caught.

The young lady was acting very calm. Aunt Cui smiled and said, "Yes, I just got back. Planning to make breakfast. I won’t say more; I’ll go make breakfast for you two. Must have been a tiring night; you need a good replenishing."

Aunt Cui chuckled and slipped into the kitchen.

Lin Fan and Feng Ruolan exchanged glances, unsure of what Aunt Cui meant.

"Sis, what’s up with Aunt Cui?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

Feng Ruolan replied, "Who knows. Breakfast won’t be ready for a while. Little Fan, how about joining me for a run?"

So, the two of them left the villa and headed to the neighborhood path for some morning exercise.

Early in the morning, the garden had quite a crowd of people doing morning exercises, young and old, making it quite lively.

An old man, looking to be in his seventies, was doing one-handed pull-ups, drawing cheers from the crowd.

A few young fellows, unwilling to admit defeat, rushed over, trying to challenge the old man, only to leave with red faces after failing to complete a single one-handed pull-up, stepping down one by one.

The crowd burst into laughter, saying, "Your uncle is still your uncle!"

The old man was gleefully proud, chuckling, "Young people these days aren’t up to it; very few like to work out. All weak scholars unable to even catch a chicken, wobbly on their feet. With these bodies, how can our country be built? It’s us middle-aged and elderly folks who have the energy!"

His words left the surrounding young people feeling embarrassed.

Getting beaten by an old man was indeed quite shameful.

"Grandpa, mind if I give it a try?" Feng Ruolan said with a smile, approaching.

The old man, seeing it was a girl, scoffed, "You’re a girl challenging me?"

Feng Ruolan replied, "Yes."

Without further ado, she walked over and did a few one-handed pull-ups.

Being a Martial Artist and someone who exercises regularly, one-handed pull-ups were no big deal for Feng Ruolan.

The old man was embarrassed, finding his face somewhat hard to maintain.

Feng Ruolan smiled, "Grandpa, see, young people can do it too. It’s just that they have a lot of work pressure, spending all their time on jobs, leaving little time for exercise. But it’s not an absolute."

The nearby young men applauded, appreciating Feng Ruolan for regaining some face for them.

The old man sneered, "What are you clapping for? You youngsters can’t even beat a girl, have some face?"

The young men’s smiles froze, left speechless.

Just then, Lin Fan silently walked to the horizontal bar, hooked it with one finger, and lifted his body.

With one finger, he completed a pull-up!

"Grandpa, how about this?" Lin Fan smiled, looking at the old man.

Everyone was stunned, and soon, the cheers erupted all around.

"Bro, you’re amazing!"

"Kneeling!"

"The old man can’t argue now!"

The young men were incredibly excited, feeling vindicated by Lin Fan.

The old man was initially shocked and then gave a thumbs-up: "You’re pretty good, young man. I’m convinced and take back what I said!"

At this moment, someone shouted, "Whoa, big news! Huaxin just released a statement; they’ve decided not to support Zhongwei Phone!"

What?

The people around were momentarily stunned, aware of the recent situation. Everyone knew that the United States forbade semiconductor companies from assisting Zhongwei Phone with chip production, and TSMC subsequently halted Zhongwei’s orders.

Without TSMC’s support, Zhongwei Phone faced a crisis with no chips available, leading to a production halt.

At this point, only Huaxin Company could support Zhongwei, being Zhongwei’s last hope. Moreover, the nation had high expectations for Huaxin, believing there was no reason for them not to help Zhongwei.

Against this backdrop, Huaxin suddenly announced they wouldn’t support Zhongwei, foreshadowing the substantial emotional impact this disparity would bring.

Everyone quickly pulled out their phones to verify this news.

It was true!

Huaxin had indeed decided not to support Zhongwei!

The reason was exactly what Zhang Jing mentioned last night; Huaxin held the technology and wasn’t afraid of lacking orders. They could completely abandon Zhongwei and wouldn’t sacrifice the United States market for Zhongwei.

Essentially, Huaxin approached this issue purely from a business perspective.

Lin Fan looked at the old man, "Grandpa, you were just talking about the vigor of the middle and older generations. Is this it?"

The old man sighed up towards the sky, "Shameful, truly shameful!"

At the same time.

Zhongwei Company Headquarters.

Upon learning of Huaxin’s announcement, Zhongwei immediately convened an emergency meeting.

Huaxin’s refusal meant Zhongwei’s last lifeline was gone—requiring immediate measures to address this new situation.

They needed to stabilize morale and at the same time find a way to crack this predicament.

However, cracking this predicament seemed hopeless because Huaxin was their last hope.

That day, Huaxin’s announcement not to support Zhongwei sent shockwaves all around, and Huaxin’s stock price plummeted dramatically.

And at that moment.

Ding!

Lin Fan received a system notification—a new day’s reward had arrived.