Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1016 - 537: Send Tibetan Mastiffs, Money, and Cars_2

Chapter 1016: Chapter 537: Send Tibetan Mastiffs, Money, and Cars_2

The consequences were very serious, so serious that the scoundrel didn’t dare to speak to Yan Fei over the phone and had to wait for him to arrive to discuss it.

Seeing Yan Fei considering, the guy cozied up to him, acting like a lackey, helping Yan Fei sit down, and then pouring him a glass of water, not even letting Heizi do it instead.

Then, with a pleading look, he begged, "Brother Fei, you’re the only one who can save me now! Just if you bid on the Tibetan Mastiff at the site, I’ll throw in a car for you. You grab the Tibetan Mastiff, get in the car, and drive off. No one knows you anyway, and with your skills, you’re not afraid of anyone pulling something halfway. Once you’re out of Black Gold City, you could even roast the Tibetan Mastiff by the roadside if you wanted to."

"How much money did you actually make off these people to be this scared?" Yan Fei asked, genuinely curious at his behavior.

Chen Yingjun had grown familiar with people, showing a bit of a personality like Heizi’s. Now he was even serving tea and water himself, indicating the severity of the problem. Moreover, he had seen Chen Yingjun show affection for the Tibetan Mastiff before, and now, to talk of roasting and eating it—Chen must be truly terrified.

"According to our original agreement, the amount that should be yours is this," Chen Yingjun did not answer directly, but stretched out a palm and waved his five fingers in front of Yan Fei.

"Half a million?" Yan Fei guessed.

With an offended look, Chen Yingjun replied, "Would I make such a fuss over half a million? Five million is a bit off, but I rounded it up for you. For bidding on the Tibetan Mastiff, I’ll throw in an extra sum, consider it handling fee, making it ’Six Six is safe’. By the way, Brother Fei, what kind of car do you like? I’ve got all sorts here, even unregistered ones, all the paperwork’s ready, you can just take it back and register it at your place, and it’ll be your ride! Brother like you, gotta have a car, right?"

Yan Fei had mentioned half a million just to tease him—he figured it, if it was just a few hundred thousand, Chen wouldn’t be this frightened.

Meanwhile, Heizi’s eyes were wide open, mouth agape and drooling without even noticing—he was overwhelmed, thinking how Brother Fei was no ordinary person. He said he’d show me the world, and what a world it was, my little heart is about to burst!

Given what he knew from Sancha River, it would have killed him to think that someone would throw out millions over a few dogs—though the number of dogs wasn’t as few as he thought; it wasn’t about the Tibetan Mastiff breeding on its own, as long as there were female mastiffs, one could have as many as desired.

It says something that you’re bound to get your shoes wet if you constantly walk by the river!

Chen Yingjun had always made his money from these little tricks, tricking the rich second-generations. As long as he amused them, they were willing to pay any amount.

But this time, he had blown it when he followed Yan Fei on a trip to Hong Kong and Shen City. By the time he returned, the dog buyers had driven the prices up so high that it was too late for him to back out; all he could do was harden his heart and turn a blind eye to rake in the money.

Now, Yan Fei inadvertently reaped this benefit.

In fact, except for Yan Fei, Chen wouldn’t be able to get rid of this ’bargain’ even if he begged others to take it. Having grown up locally, his social circle was limited to the surrounding area, everyone knew each other or at least knew of each other.

Only Yan Fei, being an ’outsider’, and the fact that once he left, he would be free from the local network, did not have to fear retaliation from the locals.

Heizi was still unable to process it all, staring at Yan Fei as if he had seen a deity: No wonder Brother Fei wanted to make this trip, could he have foreseen such an event—just one visit, and someone’s giving away a car, a purebred Tibetan Mastiff of high value, and even throwing in six hundred thousand!

No wonder Brother Fei appeared uninterested in those easy small deals that clearly could make money; turns out, he doesn’t need to do anything, and people just come to give him money, cars, and dogs!

Really, my little heart is about to explode... explode...

Yan Fei considered the circumstances and figured that there seemed to be nothing wrong with going through with this.

Actually, he had a responsibility in this matter too, who told him to cause trouble!

Others were just bragging, but he went ahead and created a myth—how mythical! A Tibetan Mastiff could fight two fierce tigers and come out without a scratch.

Now, Chen Yingjun was still his business partner, and he did not want to find out someday that his regular customers were discovered under a collapsed mine or were ’planted with lotus’, completely disappearing without a trace.

Seeing him nod, Chen Yingjun immediately felt a wave of relief, exhaling deeply, "Brother Fei, I’m totally relying on you this time! As long as I get through this, I’ll never do such a thing again, damn, it’s really too risky. You don’t know! These days, the more money I took in, the less I could sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I dreamed someone brought a tiger that nearly killed my Black Lion... It felt like I was the Black Lion, scared to go back to sleep when I woke up!"

"Alright, alright!" Yan Fei laughed. "Don’t worry! What I’ve promised, I’ll definitely deliver. Don’t you have other things to deal with? Go on, and remember to come pick us up tonight."

Chen Yingjun stopped his complaints, switched attitudes, and resumed being a lackey, "Look at what you’re saying, serving you well today is my biggest task. Oh, you haven’t mentioned what kind of car do you fancy yet? Just give me your requirements, even if I don’t have it, give me half an afternoon and I can find one for you."

That was nonsense, he used to do just that. Although he had now handed his business over to someone else, because of his ’knowing his place’, those who took over his business still somewhat associated with him. Hence, finding a car that met Yan Fei’s requirements was not difficult at all.

After all, a car is just four wheels, the only difference being things like performance and comfort level—this he was very confident about. Their business targeted high-end cars, guaranteeing each one was top-notch.

"Anything!" Yan Fei didn’t need a car, so he wasn’t concerned about these details. "Didn’t you ask to pull Black Lion? Just make sure there’s enough space so Black Lion can be comfortable. I see it’s a good dog, just got a bad deal following you. I’ll train it well when we get back, it definitely won’t be worse."

"Alright! A bigger space, got it!" Chen Yingjun repeated. "Then, Brother Fei, you relax here for a while, or go out if you feel like it, just be sure to come back before dinner. I’ll bring the car by then, so you can see if it satisfies you or not!"

Watching Chen Yingjun nod and bow as he left, even closing the door behind him, Heizi was completely at a loss for words.

The complex feelings in his heart now, not even a stampede of thousand horses could describe; it needed a stampede of dragons— at least of the Seismosaurus grade.

Such a good man!

When will I ever meet such a good man!

Coming up eagerly to offer money, cars, and Tibetan Mastiffs, considering that attitude, if I didn’t know this guy was also a boss, a capable, wealthy man, I would think he’s gunning for my position as Brother Fei’s top lackey—fortunately, he’s not, otherwise my position might really be up for grabs!

Yan Fei turned his head to grab a drink and saw Heizi standing there, dumbfounded. Seeing that expression, he knew Heizi’s mind was wandering.

He was about to pat him, but not wanting to startle him, he just waved his hand in front of his face, "What are you doing? How’s your driving skills now? If I gave you a different car, could you drive it?"

Heizi was about to say no problem, but then thought better of it, "Well, I’ve been driving the big trucks around our field, and you’ve seen that. But if he’s giving you a car, it must be a good one, right? If it’s really nice, I’m afraid of scratching it or something..."

"Get lost and go to sleep!" Yan Fei waved his hand to cut him off. "A car is made to be driven. If you’re afraid of scratches and bumps, then don’t hit the road. Just be able to drive it; take this time to rest well, as you’ll need to drive tonight."

That was indeed true, the car might be legitimate, but Yan Fei’s own credentials weren’t. If he drove, it would be easy for someone to stop him, and he wouldn’t be able to get away. Maybe once they were on the main road outside, since it was night and no one was around to check, he could sneakily drive for a while...