Chapter 39: The Wealthiest Man in Hangzhou Receives Him Personally!

Lin Fan inwardly grumbled.

“Sir, I’ve prepared the contract you requested. Are you sure you truly want to purchase this hotel?”

He Hongyu looked at Lin Fan with hopeful eyes.

If Lin Fan really produced three billion, both he and the Imperial Luxury Group would have a bright future ahead.

“Give me the account number. I’ll transfer the funds right now!” Lin Fan said succinctly.

Everyone present glanced at each other, their eyes filled with doubt—would he actually transfer the money?

Not only them, even He Hongyu felt skeptical.

This was a massive acquisition worth three billion, not some small deal for a corner shop. Normally, both parties would need to prepare a mountain of contracts and paperwork in advance.

But He Hongyu didn’t want such complications; the group was indeed strapped for cash, and he had no time for tedious procedures.

He Hongyu, half convinced, pulled out a slip of paper.

Lin Fan took out his phone, opened mobile banking, entered the account number, and began operating.

The room remained silent.

Everyone watched Lin Fan intently, their minds full of speculation.

“He doesn’t seem to be pretending. Could he really have three billion to spare? Even television dramas wouldn’t dare play it like this!”

“Business transactions aren’t actually that complicated. Buying a hotel is just like buying groceries—I pay, you deliver, simple as that.”

…

A minute later, He Hongyu’s phone suddenly rang.

“Chairman… confirmation of a large transfer?”

“Yes, a gentleman said he wanted to acquire the hotel! Good, good… I’ll see to it immediately!”

Everyone saw He Hongyu humbly responding to the caller, and their jaws dropped in astonishment.

Ouyang Qi was utterly incredulous.

He had actually paid three billion?

After hanging up, Lin Fan slipped his phone back into his pocket.

He spent this three billion on himself. Though there was no cashback, he felt it was worth it!

It was the first time in his life that he had spent such an astonishing sum.

He had never imagined that one day he would possess a fortune others couldn’t hope for in their lifetime.

Now, with a mere flick of his finger, he had spent three billion!

He thought he’d feel exhilarated, but in reality, aside from a sense of vanity fulfilled, there was no extra emotion.

After all, he owned trillions in “dog-licker gold”; three billion was truly negligible.

If he’d spent it on a nine-point goddess, he would have received three hundred million in cashback.

But today, he wanted to prove he was no ordinary person, to show Ling Feng and the others he wasn’t just some loser, and to slap their faces—so he impulsively bought the hotel for three billion!

“Sir, our chairman is on his way and wishes to meet you personally!”

“Forgive me for my rudeness—I still don’t know your esteemed name?”

He Hongyu suddenly became deferential, bending at the waist, looking at Lin Fan with reverent anxiety.

Everyone saw He Hongyu’s respectful demeanor towards Lin Fan and nearly dropped their jaws.

Ouyang Qi was completely blank.

This wasn’t an act? Lin Fan really transferred three billion to Imperial Luxury Group?

In just a minute, three billion was gone?

The others were equally shocked.

So Lin Fan wasn’t pretending!

“Lin Fan. You may call me President Lin,” Lin Fan replied calmly, nodding as he took his seat again.

“President Lin, the chairman instructed me to fulfill any request you might have!” He Hongyu bowed at a ninety-degree angle, his face full of smiles and awe, as if he wanted to write “you’re my father” across his forehead.

Lin Fan was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, “I do have a request… Just now, Young Master Ling won a painting at auction but couldn’t pay. How should we handle that?”

He Hongyu wasn’t stupid; he’d been present earlier and saw the animosity between Lin Fan and Ling Feng.

Now that Lin Fan was revealed as a super-rich, Ling Feng was nothing but an ant in his eyes.

“Someone! Detain Ling Feng immediately and notify the Ling family—they must pay before they can take him away!”

The auction company belonged to Imperial Luxury Group, and as general manager, He Hongyu’s status far exceeded that of many billionaires.

Even if he crippled Ling Feng, the Ling family wouldn’t dare utter a word.

His superior was Wang Jianguo, the richest man in Hang City, one of the top three magnates in the region.

“As for those other little pests, throw them out as well,” Lin Fan waved his hand nonchalantly, not even turning his head.

He Hongyu understood exactly who he meant.

He signaled to the security guards at the back. Several guards swiftly moved in, grabbed the three pairs of stylish men and women, and dragged them out without a word.

The three young men didn’t dare utter a sound, afraid to provoke Lin Fan’s displeasure.

One of them was so frightened he wet himself on the spot; earlier, he’d been the loudest, promising to eat excrement upside-down if Lin Fan could buy the hotel.

Lin Fan didn’t bother with them.

His aim had been achieved—there was no need to make more trouble. The only one who had offended him was Ling Feng; the other three were irrelevant.

…

Before the auction ended, Wang Jianguo, the richest man in Hang City, personally arrived at the hotel.

He didn’t enter the venue, but He Hongyu led Lin Fan to the upstairs conference room to meet him.

“You must be Mr. Lin Fan? Forgive me, please, have a seat…”

It was Lin Fan’s first time meeting this real estate tycoon, ranked among the top fifty on China’s rich list.

Previously, Wang Jianguo would never have met an unknown like him in person.

Fortunately, Wang Jianguo made a good first impression—unpretentious and approachable.

Still, Lin Fan was curious why the man was short on funds.

All he’d done was buy a hotel for three billion, yet Wang Jianguo came to meet him personally.

“Mr. Lin, your generosity today has allowed my company to breathe easier. Thank you for your timely assistance. From now on, you are my honored guest—if you need anything, just ask.”

Wang Jianguo wasted no words, getting straight to the point after sitting down.

In fact, on the way, he’d already had Lin Fan investigated.

What he found was that Lin Fan had no background—a month ago, he was a salaryman working multiple jobs, from a rural family with farming parents. Suddenly, he transformed into a hidden billionaire.

The more unusual the background, the more Wang Jianguo doubted his true identity.

He even suspected Lin Fan might be the illegitimate son of the even more mysterious national tycoon, Lin.

Thus, he greeted him with utmost respect.

Despite his own wealth, with the real estate industry shrinking and debts mounting, Imperial Luxury Group’s cash flow was dwindling, to the point of deficit.

To fill the gap, he’d already sold several prime assets.

Lin Fan’s three billion transfer today let him breathe a huge sigh of relief—he could even call him a lifesaver.

Such a towering tree, he must cling to tightly.

If money was ever short again, perhaps Lin Fan could help.

Lin Fan understood this perfectly well.