Chapter 533: Chapter 308: I Come from Mountain Mist
White Hair savored another peanut, tossing it into his mouth with relish.
Crunch~
Both the man and the woman turned around at the sound, and White Hair promptly raised his hand to signal, “Carry on, after all I’m single now.”
“Damn!”
Lin An was about to unleash a full-on brawl right there in the shop.
At that moment, two men dressed in striped plaid suit jackets over light blue shirts entered the store.
Their attire was of an extremely serious style, their hair meticulously groomed, their leather shoes shining enough to reflect someone’s face.
One was about forty years old, wearing decorative light tea-colored glasses, carrying a black leather briefcase.
The other, a thirty-something-year-old man in the lead, had a gaze that swiveled without any hint of fluctuation—a typical business-like demeanor that exuded competence.
When the two men entered the unremarkable shop, their gaze swept across the faces of everyone present, finally settling on Mu Fan, who was sitting calmly. The young man pulled out a small Sky Communication gadget from his chest.
With a light press, the screen activated, displaying a portrait photograph.
On closer examination, it was a formal photo of Mu Fan, and the backdrop appeared to be at some large banquet.
Looking down and then up again, they confirmed his identity.
The young man’s right hand rose slightly, and the middle-aged man carrying the briefcase behind him nodded silently, standing still.
Lin An’s facial expression was on the verge of becoming contorted from the intense argument with Veronica.
However, the two of them happened to be standing in the way of the young man who was trying to come in.
“You’d better clear up your relationship with that White Hair before explaining things to me!”
“Why won’t you just trust me!”
“Excuse me, would you mind stepping aside, please? Thank you,” came a very polite interjection from the side, a voice not loud but oddly out of place amidst the current scene.
The sudden voice caused Lin An’s own to halt.
The people at the table all looked over as well.
“Good day, sir. May I ask you to move aside?” Seeing Lin An gaze his way, the young man bowed again and asked politely.
What era is this, to still be wearing such stiff suits?
Lin An frowned as he sized up the young man, but aside from questioning the fashion sense of the suit, he found no fault in any other detail.
The slight smile appeared quite comfortable, the faint purple tie maintaining a perfect horizontal position, his face clean-shaven, not a stray stubble in sight.
The pinstripe suit was pressed neatly, free from any wrinkle, the leather shoes so polished that they could reflect his own face.
Anyone could tell at a glance that this person was a genuine noble elite.
Even the most critical eye could find no flaw in this man.
Furthermore, on closer inspection, the suit’s somewhat old-fashioned style only served to highlight the young man’s maturity, which seemed incongruous with his age.
Since he was the one standing at the entrance of the small shop, Lin An stepped aside to let the man through.
The man nodded in acknowledgment with a smile at Lin An before entering.
However, to Lin An’s surprise, once the young man stepped inside, he did not walk a few steps forward but almost stopped just in front of him.
What does this mean?
The young man maintained a meticulous composure, his bearing devoid of any extraneous movement, appearing as if he were a robot programmed with noble etiquette.
Amid the curious stares from the table, the young man approached Mu Fan and gave a slight bow.
“Excuse me for interrupting, may I ask if you are Mr. Mu Fan?”
What, he was here for Mu Fan?
Who is this now? But judging by that demeanor, they must not be here to cause trouble like Lin An did.
Everyone’s gaze turned towards Mu Fan, waiting to see what he would say.
Mu Fan shifted his gaze from Lin An to the person in front of him and asked with confusion:
“I am Mu Fan, may I ask who you are?”
Upon confirmation, the young man’s eyes lit up and he bowed again, saying:
“Hello, Mr. Mu Fan, you can call me Yuan Rui. The matter is such that there’s a Zhongjing City property transfer document for your confirmation and signature. As the transferee, you just need to sign to complete the necessary procedures.”
The fat man secretly stuffing a chicken leg into his mouth paused, White Hair scratched his face subconsciously, Gu Yunyou playfully twirled a soup spoon, and Mu Fan himself was utterly baffled.
What property transfer document? What does he have to do with real estate?
Who would transfer some property to him out of the blue? It must be a joke.
But when Lin An heard this, he suddenly couldn’t contain his joy, “Brother, you’re not mistaken, right? Zhongjing City property, just giving it away like that, why not gift it to me as well? Please don’t use such a low tactic to flaunt your wealth.”
The young man claiming to be Yuan Rui, however, ignored Lin An, his gaze intensely focused on Mu Fan.
Mu Fan remained perplexed: “Who would transfer property to me?”
That’s when Wang Nuonuo, born into a major family, took the initiative to speak up.
“What kind of transfer document is it, conditional or unconditional? Please specify the type and rights of the property, as well as its location. Also, kindly explain why your side wishes to transfer this property to Mu Fan.”
Hearing Wang Nuonuo’s question, Yuan Rui looked to Mu Fan for permission.
Mu Fan nodded, “What she said reflects my thoughts.”
Lin An didn’t want to be ridiculed like a clown anymore, now only watching the events here with a sense of amusement.
“An unconditional transfer document, in the nature of a gift, with Mr. Mu Fan as the beneficiary. The property is a standalone villa in Emperor Bauhinia Villa District, with a built-up area of 720 square meters. As for why, I think Mr. Mu Fan will understand after he sees this…”
Yuan Rui smiled faintly, pulled out an object from his chest—its nature unknown—and then held it in his palm, presenting it to Mu Fan before gently opening his hand.
A white cloud…
“I come from the peak, I come from the mist, where the clouds flow in the ravine, and the mountain mist rises from all sides.”
Hearing this softly spoken phrase, Mu Fan’s pupils constricted.
Almost instantaneously, three words emerged in his mind—
Mountain Mist Association!
“You are…” Mu Fan began to speak slowly.
“You’re correct, I am simply fulfilling a promise; this is what you, Mr. Mu Fan, are entitled to. Regarding the promise, your teacher should have mentioned it to you before.”
Yuan Rui’s eyes were sharp, decisively interrupting Mu Fan, but not in a manner that came off as rude.
“What are you talking about?”
Wang Nuonuo voiced everyone’s thoughts.
Mu Fan shook his head, the person opposite him actually from the Mountain Mist Association, and he had deliberately chosen not to reveal too much, clearly not wanting to draw too much attention to the matter.
The nature of the business the Mountain Mist Association dealt with, as well as its power, dictated that such matters were not suited to be casually mentioned in this setting.
“It’s an old acquaintance.”
That’s right, from the time he first set foot on Purple Jade Star until his departure, Mu Fan’s interactions with the Mountain Mist Association had spanned the entire timeline.
The compensation mentioned by the other party must have been what Big Bald Head Ruan Xiongfei had negotiated on his behalf.
Who could have imagined, after all this time, having almost forgotten the fact, it would reemerge once more.
And in such a bizarre circumstance, no less!
And here, this is Blue Capital Star.