novelraw Chapter 619 : What Ma_
Chapter 619 : What Ma_
Chapter 619: What Ma?
"Go ahead and tell me."
With the boss's permission, Feng Pojun focused on driving while explaining the plan he had come up with.
"Boss, you've already burned bridges with the Zhao family."
"From now on, it wouldn't be surprising if the Zhao family does something ruthless."
"Isn't it too dangerous for Miss Su to be alone in the city of Beijing? Shouldn't we strengthen the security around Miss Su?"
Chen Fan suddenly smiled slightly.
"Very good. You're thinking along the same lines as me."
"Alright, when we get back, start working on this immediately."
Chen Fan thought for a moment and then instructed: "First, select about a dozen members from the club's security team to specialize in security work from now on."
"We might be short on time. So, after you select them, give them a brief training for a few days, then send two people to Beijing to be specifically responsible for secretly protecting Ruochu's safety."
Feng Pojun knew he had guessed correctly.
"Boss, won't two people be too few?"
Chen Fan shook his head.
"I know Ruochu, she's not used to being followed by strangers. Too many people would easily expose them."
"Two people are enough, they'll only be responsible for protection in secret. If there's any problem, report immediately."
"Remember, usually they should stay hidden, and are absolutely not allowed to reveal their identities."
"Understood."
Feng Pojun nodded solemnly, treating this matter as a top priority.
The boss entrusting him with the task of selecting people showed absolute trust in him, he must give his all to live up to the boss's trust.
Qingsong Club was a high-end club located in the western suburbs of Beijing, operating under a strict membership system.
When Chen Fan arrived, he was stopped at the entrance by security guards wearing suits and standing tall.
"As expected of Beijing, even the security guards look so professional."
Chen Fan sighed, reaching into his pocket to take out his phone and make a call.
"Hello, I've arrived, but the security at the entrance won't let me in."
A girl's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Give the phone to the security guard."
Chen Fan had no choice but to extend his phone out the window.
"Hey, brother, take this call."
The security guard came over to take the phone, listened for just two sentences, and immediately stood at attention.
"Alright, yes!"
"Let him in right away."
After saying this, he handed the phone back to Chen Fan with both hands, then signaled to his colleague.
"Open the gate."
"Sir, please enter."
Sitting in the car, Chen Fan reminded Feng Pojun.
"Help me make a note, when we get back, we should upgrade the standard of our club's security as well. Use this as the benchmark."
"Boss, our club has quite a few security guards. If we follow this standard, it might cost a lot more money."
Chen Fan shrugged: "If we need to spend, we spend."
"Since we claim to be a high-end club, in terms of security, we must be impeccable, so that when customers first come in, their first thought is a sense of safety."
"Also, when you get back, tell Manager Ding to recruit another batch of security guards, try to find veterans this time."
"In the future, we should make sure that no matter where our members are in the club, they can see our security guards every few steps."
Following the instructions from the phone call, Chen Fan drove to the entrance of one of the Chinese-style courtyards.
After getting out of the car, Feng Pojun left with the staff, while a woman wearing a red cheongsam was already waiting for Chen Fan at the entrance.
"Mr. Chen?"
"That's me."
"Please follow me."
The woman led the way, and because she had to accommodate Chen Fan's leg injury, she deliberately adjusted her pace, not making him feel offended at all.
Passing through a long wooden corridor, unexpectedly, the view suddenly opened up ahead.
A large expanse of green grass appeared.
This was actually a golf course.
"Miss Wan'er is at the 7th hole, please follow me."
The woman led the way, and Chen Fan followed leisurely.
Scanning the golf course, he could see many of the club's members gathered in small groups.
Some were playing golf, while others were sitting under sun umbrellas, leisurely drinking coffee and chatting.
Rich people's social methods are actually not many, and golf is a very common one.
Rich people like Chen Fan who always like to find a random tea room or restaurant by the roadside to discuss business are actually in the minority.
In his previous life, Chen Fan had played golf, but he wasn't interested in it.
His gaze was mainly surveying the nearby members and customers.
Most of them were middle-aged men in their 40s or 50s, dressed in the standard successful businessman attire.
Besides these, there were also some young people in their 20s, each accompanied by a glamorously dressed female companion, unclear whether they were here to play golf or to pick up girls.
Chen Fan scanned around but didn't see any familiar faces.
However, just as they were about to reach the 7th hole, Chen Fan happened to brush past a few men in suits.
Glancing casually, Chen Fan couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.
"Sir? What's wrong?" The woman leading the way turned back curiously.
Chen Fan shook his head, "It's nothing. I thought I saw someone I knew."
Seeing that Chen Fan had no intention of explaining further, the woman continued to lead the way.
Finally arriving at the 7th hole, they could see a group of young people playing in the distance.
After bringing Chen Fan here, the woman bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Chen Fan immediately spotted Nalan Wan'er among the distant crowd. The girl was wearing a white cap, a white women's polo shirt on top, and a black short pleated skirt on the bottom.
She looked sporty, youthful, and full of vitality.
Looking at the young people around her, Chen Fan understood that these must be Nalan Wan'er's friends in Beijing, but he couldn't understand why the girl had called him here.
He didn't go over to greet them, but instead walked to a nearby chair to sit down and rest, while his mind was still recalling what he had just seen.
When he brushed past those few people, Chen Fan felt he had seen a familiar face.
But for the moment, he couldn't be sure.
Nalan Wan'er in the distance noticed Chen Fan, excitedly waved at him, and then gestured for him to come over.
Chen Fan also smiled and waved back, but showed no intention of getting up.
Nalan Wan'er had no choice but to angrily walk over with her golf club.
Her companions seemed to think there was a show to watch, stopped playing, and all followed with smiles on their faces.
As they walked, the group chatted and laughed, and Chen Fan vaguely heard a few sentences.
"Xiao Li, don't bring just anyone in here in the future. That guy from earlier clearly looked unreliable."
"He talked for so long, and I still couldn't figure out what kind of business he's in."
"Didn't he say it was an emerging industry?"
"Emerging my ass. I think he looks like a scammer."
"And his face, he just looks untrustworthy."
"In my opinion, you'd better not introduce him to your uncle, or your family might beat you up."
"Wan'er, don't you think I'm right?"
Nalan Wan'er retorted: "Can't you guys not judge people by their appearance?"
Her companions teased: "Then why don't you invest in him?"
"Bah, my family isn't in business, not like you guys with money to burn."
Nalan Wan'er complained, coming to Chen Fan's side, and called out unhappily.
"Why didn't you come over when I called you earlier?"
Chen Fan smiled and pointed at his plastered leg, "It's inconvenient."
Nalan Wan'er glanced at it and didn't say anything more.
Before the girl could speak, Chen Fan smiled and asked, "What were you all discussing just now? You seemed to be talking so intensely."
Nalan Wan'er pouted.
"Nothing much, just some small-time boss from out of town. Don't know how he got connected with Xiao Li, wanted to meet his uncle who works at Gaosheng Group, probably looking for investment."
Knowing Chen Fan was in business, Nalan Wan'er added another sentence.
"That guy had a weasel face, looked like a con artist at first glance. We've already chased him away."
A girl beside her suddenly teased: "Wan'er, didn't you just say we shouldn't judge people by their appearance?"
Chen Fan suddenly became interested and asked with a smile.
"From out of town? Do you know his name?"
Nalan Wan'er frowned and thought for a while.
"What was it called, something Ma..."
At this moment, a companion reminded her: "I think his name was Jack Ma."
Nalan Wan'er immediately nodded.
"That's right, his name was Jack Ma."
Chen Fan: "..."
Jack Ma?