Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1005 - 534: I’m Here to Learn from Experience

Chapter 1005: Chapter 534: I’m Here to Learn from Experience

"Heh heh, I’ve really met a thorn this time! Take the chopsticks with you! This guy can really talk, if it were somebody else, they might actually get blown up with anger because of him." Not far from Sancha River town, in a car, Chen Yingjun looked at the disconnected call and mused.

The young man driving the car chuckled, "Brother Jun, you’ve met your match this time! The guy we’re looking for this time doesn’t seem easy to talk to."

"No rush, let’s see how it goes," Chen Yingjun smiled and turned slightly to say to the person in the back seat. "Brother Erbao, it’s all on you this time. It doesn’t matter whether we win or lose, as long as Black Lion dares to fight the old tiger for two rounds, our trip won’t be in vain."

The man in the back seat, who looked stone-cold but was actually not that old, managed a forced smile, "Don’t worry, Brother Jun, I’ve got some confidence in this."

A trace of worry showed on Chen Yingjun’s handsome face as he took out a newspaper that was folded to show only one picture, "Better to be careful, this tiger looks really fierce; don’t let Black Lion get hurt. Our follow-up plans for making big money are all depending on it."

The carefree young driver said, "Just relax, Brother Jun! What’s the use of being big? That guy is just someone with money who also runs a cattle farm; he probably fed the tiger with beef because it was convenient. A tiger that has never fought might not even know how to swipe with its paw. Our Black Lion has been undefeated for more than twenty fights—a true undefeated general. What’s there to fear!"

"It’s good to be cautious!" Chen Yingjun reminded. "By the way, Changhe, make sure you take good care of the camera and capture a lot of great shots. When we get back, that will be Black Lion’s medal of honor, and let all those wealthy second-generation see it."

The overconfident young Changhe replied, "Don’t worry, Brother Jun, when have I ever dropped the ball. Speaking of it, that thorny boss probably really thinks we are fools, bringing him half a million as if we’re giving him money. Heh, even if he could get his hands on that half a million, after we make the deal, we’re gonna earn several more half millions. Ha ha..."

"Don’t be complacent, just make sure you put on a good show when we get there, it all depends on this one time!" Chen Yingjun spoke sternly and then leaned back to rest with his eyes closed.

Seeing that he wasn’t talking anymore, the driver Changhe also shut his mouth and started to focus on driving.

The world is full of all sorts of people, very few of whom are the same. Some are wise but appear foolish; some may seem foolish but are actually clever. Others deliberately play the fool to conceal their edge.

This guy had a rather rough life story. Before the age of ten, he was a child without a mother, and his father was a poor teacher.

But in this world, nothing is certain. Who could have predicted that the unfortunate widow’s only daughter in Black Gold City would take a shine to his father, who could do nothing but consume chalk dust and still often burned the rice after making it for over a decade.

That’s not to say that his father had no skills. He occasionally published tofu-block-sized articles in magazines and had even penned a few love poems—thinking about it, it makes sense. A widower of no great age, bringing up a naughty child all on his own, brooding and stewing all day, it’s no wonder he wrote a few sour love poems.

If it wasn’t for this, a poor teacher and a wealthy young widow would have had no chance of hooking up!

Anyway, after the age of ten, Chen Yingjun suddenly became the grandson of a big shot in Black Gold City.

It seemed like a stroke of good fortune, but in reality, this big shot’s grandson wasn’t the only one. As mentioned, the boss’s daughter was a widow who previously had two sons, both older than Chen Yingjun.

Whether it was his father being capable or the widow being particularly fertile, they had two more sons after marrying, and now Chen Yingjun had two younger brothers.

Thus, Chen Yingjun found himself sandwiched in the middle, with two older brothers—whose dead father had married into the family and took the big shot’s surname.

Below him were two younger brothers, and his stepmother was very fond of his father, treating the two boys like treasures. Only he, who was ten when he joined the family and a bit rebellious and naughty, wasn’t so favored.

Fortunately, Chen Yingjun also had some crooked talent and an eye for opportunity. Using the pocket money he had saved up, he couldn’t engage in big business deals, but he was quite successful in smaller ventures and led a very comfortable life.

The truth was, his business dealings weren’t exactly upstanding. He used to deal in cars of dubious origin. That business was thriving over the past two years, but unfortunately, his backer was his step-grandfather. Since his status in the family was somewhat wanting, he could only pretend to wield influence without any real clout.

Later, he reluctantly transferred the business to someone else, but he also felt that the trade was getting too hot to handle. As the saying goes ’what goes up must come down,’ he thought it was time to step back. When someone came to ’snatch’ the business, he just went with the flow and ’yielded’ it—others saw it as him being down on his luck and beset by a big shot. But he didn’t see it that way; he considered it a ’brave man’s breaking free.’

After that, without any better prospects, he turned to dog trading, mainly dealing in Tibetan Mastiffs.

There are countless ways to do business, but in Chen Yingjun’s view, the easiest money to earn was that of the wealthy, especially the money of those affluent heirs. He used to sell cars, and now with the Tibetan Mastiffs, he didn’t even need to look for new buyers.