Long Teng Group, Kyoto Branch.
"Chen Fan, will that Uoyokuni take the bait?"
Xiang Jingzhu, dressed as a secretary in a suit and skirt, asked.
Chen Fan glanced at her and said, "Call me Director Chen. A secretary should act like a secretary!"
Xiang Jingzhu rolled her eyes, "Yes, Director... Chen."
Chen Fan looked at the documents in his hand and said, "He won't bite that easily!"
"Then why are you making all these arrangements?"
Xiang Jingzhu was taken aback.
"Tomorrow is the weekend. Dress up nicely!"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Xiang Jingzhu blinked and asked.
Chen Fan said, "It's an order from the higher-ups. Just do as you're told."
Xiang Jingzhu's face inexplicably turned red, "What kind of occasion is it?"
"Can't you see for yourself?" Chen Fan pointed at the documents. "I suspect you were promoted to officer through connections. Your performance in the department is completely unqualified!"
Xiang Jingzhu was furious and embarrassed. She glanced at the documents and said, "Baiyun Equestrian Club? What are you so smug about? There's nothing special about this!"
Although she said that, she also had some doubts. Since she started being with this guy, had she really become less inclined to think?
The next morning, Xiang Jingzhu drove to pick up Chen Fan.
Chen Fan had also changed his clothes, wearing a neat suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his sharp gaze softened, making him appear refined and cultured.
With a Vacheron Constantin purchased by someone at the branch, he had the complete image of an elite returning from overseas.
Getting into the car, Chen Fan glanced at the driver.
The driver immediately said respectfully, "Team member Ye Cheng reporting to you, codename Compass."
Chen Fan had naturally seen the profiles of the members of the Dawn Squad, and knew each person's appearance, codename, and abilities.
Compass was the only newcomer in the team, previously from the technical department, specializing in computer technology and communications.
He was hired by Xiang Jingzhu to be the driver today.
Chen Fan nodded and said, "Don't be nervous. Drive."
An hour later, they arrived outside the Baiyun Equestrian Club.
Xiang Jingzhu had already made arrangements through her connections and was warmly greeted as soon as she entered.
Then came the card processing. As Chen Fan, the General Manager of Long Teng's Kyoto branch, Chen Zhuo, he obtained a VIP annual membership.
The staff warmly escorted Chen Fan and the two to the horse farm, and asked, "Mr. Chen, have you ridden before?"
"Of course."
Chen Fan said with an air of arrogance, "I've participated in professional equestrian competitions abroad and won medals. Unfortunately, my previous racehorse, worth ten million US dollars, is old and is being kept on a farm in North America to live out its retirement. I don't have a suitable horse right now. Do you have any?"
"Yes, we do!"
The staff member was awestruck and quickly introduced, "Our club not only provides members with aristocratic riding experiences but also has professional channels for importing racehorses. As long as you need it, we can help you select the most professional and purebred racehorses from Northern Europe and Britain!"
"Their bloodlines are absolutely top-tier!"
"No need. I am the General Manager of Long Teng Group. Is it difficult to get purebred racehorses?" Chen Fan said proudly. "I'll check your professionalism. If I'm satisfied, I'll have someone select a few racehorses to be boarded here."
The staff member was slightly disappointed but quickly became excited again.
A purebred racehorse is worth anywhere from millions to hundreds of millions, and the annual management fee is not low, ranging from tens of thousands to millions.
If Chen Fan were satisfied, the benefits would be obvious.
Thus, the staff member became even more attentive to Chen Fan.
The club's environment was indeed quite good. Soon, they arrived at the horse farm, and the staff introduced Chen Fan to the various horses kept by the club.
Finally, Chen Fan reluctantly chose a purebred British horse.
Xiang Jingzhu chose a dark red Arabian horse.
"Do you have any skilled riders here?" Chen Fan said to the staff. "Riding alone is too boring. Introduce me to some friends so we can race and have some stakes. That would be fun."
The staff member smiled and said, "Yes, we have many members who are true equestrian enthusiasts, and several equestrian coaches who are professional athletes."
"Find your best equestrian coach and let's warm up first!"
Chen Fan said imperiously.
The staff member quickly relayed the message through the walkie-talkie.
When Chen Fan and his party arrived outside the equestrian arena, after strolling around on horseback for a while and warming up, the equestrian coach arrived.
Chen Fan invited the equestrian coach for a lap around the track.
"Coach Su, if you win against me, I'll give you this watch!"
Chen Fan said boastfully, showing off the Vacheron Constantin worth over a million yuan on his wrist.
The equestrian coach, surnamed Su, immediately showed a look of excitement.
Working as an equestrian coach here provided a good income, much higher than that of an ordinary white-collar worker, but a watch worth over a million yuan was enough to tempt him and make him eager.
Chen Fan scanned the surroundings and saw Uoyokuni Fu riding around with a few friends, playing with horses.
The time had come. He rode his horse to the starting line.
Coach Su also had his colleague bring his exclusive mount.
The bet involving a Vacheron Constantin alerted all the staff at the club.
The member customers playing at the club were also attracted and gathered outside the professional track to watch.
"Director Chen, can you do it?"
Xiang Jingzhu quietly asked Chen Fan.
Chen Fan gestured for her to move further away. Then, he leaned down, stroking the hindquarters of the racehorse beneath him, conveying his intentions.
With a bang, after the starting gun fired, Chen Fan squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, let out a shout, and the racehorse galloped out.
Beside him, Coach Su displayed his equestrian skills to the fullest, with standard movements and a telepathic connection with the racehorse he was riding, galloping furiously along the track.
Two black racehorses whizzed towards the finish line.
In the first half, Coach Su, relying on his familiarity with the racehorse, led by three lengths.
In the second half, Chen Fan caught up, gradually overtaking, and finally completed the overtake before the finish line, crossing it first.
Cheers erupted from the surroundings.
Equestrianism has always been considered an elegant aristocratic sport. Chen Fan, dressed in professional riding attire, had an elegant posture and a heroic demeanor. With his gold-rimmed glasses, he appeared even more elite, earning the admiration and envy of many members.
Chen Fan's ability to defeat Coach Su demonstrated a professional level of skill.
Some people were already walking towards Chen Fan, preparing to make his acquaintance.
Equestrianism is not just a sport, but also a social occasion.
Chen Fan smiled, looking proud, and took off the watch on his wrist, throwing it to Coach Su. "You rode passably well. This is yours!"
Coach Su took the watch and looked at Chen Fan in disbelief.
He had clearly lost, yet Chen Fan still gave him the bet.
Such behavior was incomprehensible to someone without money.
The only explanation was that money couldn't buy happiness.
For a moment, he was filled with emotion and gratitude towards Chen Fan.
As for the customers who were playing, they were all astonished by Chen Fan's ostentatious behavior and became even more enthusiastic in their attempts to get acquainted with him.