The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official
Chapter 111 Unforgettable Birthday Gift

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Unforgettable Birthday Gift

Li Chuanchun sauntered forward, hands pocketed arrogantly, oblivious to Lin Fan, who was seated with his back to him. Just as he was ready to boast to impress a few girls, Lin Fan suddenly stood up and turned around.

"Li Chuanchun, do you believe in karma? The bottle you owed me last time, I need to return it to you now!"

"Lin Fan!"

Upon seeing Lin Fan, Li Chuanchun was completely stunned.

He stood there in shock, unsure of what to do.

"Li Chuanchun, it’s your birthday today, right? As an old classmate, I must give you a birthday gift."

Lin Fan, with a smile on his face, walked up to him, looped his arm around Li Chuanchun’s shoulder as if they had returned to their college days when he often took Lin Fan to a secluded corner.

"Lin... I didn’t know it was you... I really had no idea!"

After their last encounter, where could Li Chuanchun dare be arrogant? His life as a second-generation official was in someone else’s hands—a route directly to a high-ranking City official. As a deputy director’s son, he was totally outmatched.

"Whether you knew or not doesn’t matter. Since it’s your birthday, I must properly show my regards."

Lin Fan, eyes full of hatred, dragged Li Chuanchun back to their table and grabbed a beer bottle.

"Lin, I was blind not to recognize your greatness. How can I let you make a toast to me, I don’t deserve it... I’ll punish myself... punish myself!"

Realizing something was wrong, Li Chuanchun quickly grasped the beer bottle in Lin Fan’s hand, trying to avert a crisis.

"How could I let that happen? I said cheers, so cheers it is. Let go!"

Lin Fan’s gaze suddenly turned ferociously fierce. Just one look frightened Li Chuanchun into letting go. He was aware that the beer wasn’t meant for drinking. But considering his current situation, any resistance would surely lead to a grave end.

"I wish you... a happy birthday!"

With a sudden flip of the bottle, Lin Fan, clinching his teeth, smashed it onto Li Chuanchun’s head. Inside, it wasn’t filled with beer but the insults and scorn he had suffered over four years of college.

"Crack!"

As the beer bottle shattered, spills flying, Li Chuanchun screamed and fell down, clutching his head as blood continuously streamed from his scalp. The scene shocked everyone present.

Yet the only one holding the beer bottle, Lin Fan, looked devilish at that moment, sneering coldly at the pathetic Li Chuanchun on the ground: "Stop pretending. I checked deliberately; a beer bottle full of beer won’t kill. Do you like this birthday gift?"

"I like it... I like it..."

Holding his head, Li Chuanchun kept nodding. Gone was his unruly arrogance, confronted with the now-famed Lin Fan. All he could do was accept his bad luck. At that moment, Lin Fan had already turned to look at a few tattooed men who were struck dumb.

"Like watching dancing, right? I enjoy it too. Come on, dance for me."

His words baffled everyone. Although unsure why the usually brash and overbearing Li Chuanchun was so fearful of this man, in front of so many people, no one would actually dance.

Just then, several cars pulled up at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant, followed by a group of burly men entering—each built powerfully, merely standing there made them look menacing. In no time, they surrounded those skinny youths. Meanwhile, Boss Zhao, with a wide smile, approached Lin Fan.

"Lin, you’re quite lucky today, having so many beauties and not picking a better place? This venue is too messy. Why don’t I treat you, and we find somewhere quiet to eat?"

"No need, Zhao. I just came to have a casual meal with my girlfriend and her classmates, but someone who can’t see what’s in front of them just had to cause trouble, so I had to bother you."

Lin Fan laughed as he looked at Zhao Hu, who was retired Armed Police, and his company, all bona fide former Armed Police soldiers. Handling a few punks was like taking candy from a baby.

"Alright then, I won’t disturb your enjoyment anymore. I’ll handle this situation. We’ll catch up when we’re free."

Agreeing, Zhao Hu signaled his men with a glance; they immediately grabbed the troublemakers by their hair, dragging them out like carrying chickens—their fierceness leaving no room for resistance.

"It seems we won’t be finishing our meal, next time let me know if you want to dance."

Seeing the chaotic restaurant, Lin Fan shrugged helplessly, pulled out five thousand cash, left it on the table, and departed with the six girls, leaving only Li Chuanchun on the floor, holding his head—a birthday he would never forget.

"Maybe we should just go home and order takeout."

After the tumult, Li Huifang was somewhat frightened and tugged on Lin Fan’s arm.

"That works too."