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Chapter 586 An Qi: How could it be him?
The confidant didn't answer directly, but instead handed over the tablet computer with a more subtle expression. The screen had already been switched to the relevant information page.
"This information was verified through special channels at the exchange level. The account registrant and actual controller is named Ye Fan. His basic identity information and a passport photo are attached. Mr. An, do you know him?"
Anqi took the tablet, her fingertips touching the cool screen.
When her gaze fell on that name, and the clear one-inch photo next to it.
Time seemed to have been paused.
She froze as if struck by an invisible electric current, her fingers tightening slightly as she gripped the tablet.
Those beautiful eyes, which were always calm and sharp, seemingly able to see through all the fog of business, were now momentarily unfocused and blank.
For a full half minute, the office was so quiet that only the faint sound of the central air conditioning could be heard.
This female CEO, known in the business world for her decisiveness and ruthlessness, experienced a brief mental breakdown.
"How could it be...it's him!" An Qi murmured unconsciously, her red lips slightly parted, her voice filled with disbelief.
She stared blankly at the face on the screen, as if trying to see through the pixels to confirm that it wasn't an illusion.
In the ID photo on the tablet, the young man has neat short hair, handsome features, and a natural upturn of the corners of his mouth, with a faint arc between sunshine and unruliness.
His eyes were clear, yet a hint of elusive cynicism lurked deep within them.
Those eyebrows, that name...
It's clearly Wu Shaojie's good buddy from the racetrack a few days ago!
An Qi even dragged him onto the racetrack to teach him a lesson.
If it weren't for the sudden, disastrous phone call from the company that forced her to leave, she was certain that she would have made sure this "Ye Fan" couldn't even see her taillights that afternoon.
But who could have imagined it?
This seemingly sunny and handsome young man, in a turn of events, transformed into the most ruthless and greedy capitalist tycoon on another, more brutal and secretive battlefield!
While everyone else was panicking and scrambling to escape, he was like a prehistoric beast lurking in the abyss. He opened his cold eyes and, with almost miraculous foresight and a chilling appetite, swallowed an astonishing portion of Jiangning Pharmaceutical's blood-stained chips that had smashed through the floor!
The contrast was so huge and absurd that An Qi was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
She raised her hand and gently rubbed her throbbing temples with her fingertips, trying to sort out the complicated connections.
After a long while, An Qi took a deep breath, as if suppressing all the shock, doubt, and absurdity back into her heart.
She closed the tablet, the screen went dark, and it also obscured the face that stirred up her emotions.
She waved to her trusted aide, her tone regaining the calm and authority of a CEO, but upon closer listening, a subtle, almost imperceptible undercurrent could still be detected:
"This matter ends here. It must not be mentioned again to anyone, including within the company. You may leave now."
"Yes, Mr. An."
Although the confidant was full of curiosity, he knew his boss's temperament and the weight of his words, so he immediately obeyed the order respectfully, asked no more questions, and quietly left the office, gently closing the heavy solid wood door behind him.
"Click".
After the soft click of the door lock closing, the vast top-floor office was once again enveloped in absolute silence.
Outside the window, the city was still bustling with traffic, and the sun was shining brightly.
Inside the window, An Qi sat alone in the center of power, her gaze returning to the glaring red candlestick on the computer screen, but her expression was completely different now.
In it, besides the usual calm scrutiny, there was also an unprecedented sense of inquiry and solemnity, as well as a glimmer of light that she herself had not noticed, aroused by intense curiosity.
Ye Fan...
The huge CEO's office fell silent again, with only sunlight slowly moving across the polished floor.
Anqi stopped dealing with official business and instead relaxed her straight back, gently leaning back into the soft leather executive chair.
Her long, straight legs were elegantly crossed, and her ankles, encased in black stockings, had exquisite lines.
Her thoughts were completely occupied by the man named "Ye Fan".
This is no ordinary curiosity.
The motivations, vision, and energy behind someone who can use astonishing funds to buy up goods against the tide during such extreme panic are something she cannot ignore.
Was this just pure luck, a stroke of incredible gambler's recklessness, or did he see through the true nature of this short-selling conspiracy from the very beginning, or even... turn the tables on it?
Either way, it means that Ye Fan is by no means a simple "playmate" of Wu Shaojie.
He was an uncontrollable variable that suddenly entered her field of vision, and she had to find out his background as soon as possible.
After a moment's hesitation, An Qi made up her mind.
She unlocked her phone, pulled up her contacts, skipped over the names of her business partners and family elders, and precisely found the name "Wu Shaojie," then dialed it directly.
Meanwhile, in the VIP booths of a top-tier nightclub in Nanjing, the lights were dazzling and the music was vibrant.
With a beautiful woman on his left arm and a glass of iced liquor in his right hand, Wu Shaojie was bragging to a few cronies, spitting as he spoke.
Just then.
His phone screen, which was on the glass coffee table, suddenly lit up, accompanied by a unique, heart-pounding vibration.
He glanced at it casually.
When the two cold, impersonal Chinese characters "An Qi" came into view.
Wu Shaojie felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head in the dead of winter. He shuddered, and the wine glass in his hand tilted violently, almost spilling the amber-colored wine all over his expensive trousers.
"Holy crap!"
He cursed under his breath, no longer caring about his image, and hurriedly put down his cup. He shoved the beautiful woman next to him aside and made a fierce gesture to his friends that said, "Shut up and get lost."
Once the booth was empty and the music seemed to fade into the distance, he took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he pressed the answer button. A fawning smile instantly spread across his face, his voice sickeningly sweet:
"Hey? Sister Qi? What brings you here today? You actually called your little brother in person? I heard the company issue was perfectly resolved, and the stock price has skyrocketed. Congratulations, Sister Qi!"
On the other end of the phone, An Qi had no interest in listening to his meaningless flattery.
Her cool yet magnetic mature voice came through the receiver, as always concise and unquestionable, getting straight to the point:
"Xiao Wu, skip the formalities. I need you to do me a favor: send me Ye Fan's private phone number on WeChat. Now."
"Huh?" Wu Shaojie was clearly stunned for a moment, his mind a little slow to process what was happening.
Ye Fan? Brother Fan? Sister Qi is looking for him?
The scene at the racetrack that day flashed through his mind instantly.
An Qi looked at Ye Fan's slightly scrutinizing and disdainful eyes, and at the unspoken message she left behind about "teaching people a lesson on the racetrack."