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Chapter 1238 - 615 Can Money Buy Happiness_2

Chapter 1238: Chapter 615 Can Money Buy Happiness_2

A group of people hadn’t figured out how to argue with this kid when someone faintly heard the distinctive sound of Boss Yan’s motorcycle. In the blink of an eye, the sound grew closer, and he zoomed into the yard.

He parked his motorcycle at the entrance and muttered expressionlessly, "Not having breakfast just doesn’t feel right. What’s for breakfast today? I’m going to eat too!"

Looking at him, everyone guessed he must have gone to school only to realize it was Sunday, which put him in a bad mood. Consequently, no one dared say anything else, and those who hadn’t finished their food quickly scrambled to finish up and washed their dishes, preparing to leave.

But there’s always someone clueless, Lin Haihu came out with his bowl and approached him, "Xiao Fei, are you riding your motorcycle today?"

Yan Fei looked at this shameless guy and frowned, "How would I know if there’s anything going on? Maybe I’ll ride if there is. What do you want?"

"I haven’t been home for a while, and I thought of riding your motorcycle back to check on things," Lin Haihu said, thick-skinned.

The chef holding a bowl came out and glared at him, "Why would a kid like you ride a motorcycle? I think you just want to show off riding it back home. Isn’t a bicycle enough for you?"

"You don’t understand!" Exposed, Lin Haihu was not the least bit embarrassed but insisted confidently. "Look at Xiao Fei, he’s so rich now, and he doesn’t even know how often he should drive around. I’m just helping spread the word, letting our family know he’s rich..."

"Off you go, don’t spout your twisted logic to me," the chef had none of it. "If you’ve got nothing better to do, go help your parents or review your homework. Stop thinking about crooked ways of doing things all day."

"I can’t talk to you." The kid stopped talking to his grandfather and kept pestering Yan Fei. "Xiao Fei, have you ever heard a foreign saying?"

"Which one?" Yan Fei asked expressionlessly.

"A pound of gold is a precious gift, ten pounds of gold is a heavy burden," Lin Haihu recited dramatically. "A hundred pounds of gold can change one’s life, a thousand pounds of gold can crush someone to death!"

It’s still popular for high school students to be literary enthusiasts, maintaining little notebooks to record ancient poems and famous quotes.

Of course, high school students can’t be like those naive middle schoolers anymore, they need to think ’more profoundly.’ Quotes like Comrade Lei Feng’s treating the enemy as harsh as winter no longer popular; now, it’s quotes like the darkness gave me dark eyes, the sky bears no traces of wings, yet birds have flown by...

Many students love to scribble a sentence they heard somewhere on their textbooks and various notebooks, then draw a horizontal line at the bottom right corner, followed by names like Shakespeare, Plato, Aristotle, etc., to make it look more sophisticated...

Probably having heard this quote somewhere, Lin Haihu decided to show off in front of this group of ’rough folks’ at the cattle farm.

Before Yan Fei could speak, Old Gong next to him curiously asked, "How much is a pound of gold? Isn’t it all measured in grams, being so expensive?"

"Uh..." Lin Haihu really didn’t know this, as the school exams would never test such things—who would bother to memorize it? This sort of failed show-off felt as bad as getting hit unexpectedly, making him extremely frustrated. After a while, rolling his eyes, he muttered, "That’s a foreign unit, we don’t use it, who cares how many grams it is, as long as you know a lot."

"That’s what I mean." After rolling his eyes at Old Gong, Lin Haihu continued bugging Yan Fei. "Xiao Fei, what I mean is, it’s enough to earn money to spend. You should also have some time for yourself, not just focus on making money. How about this, you drive later, and we both go home and have fun for a day? Look at you, so busy every day with no time to play, does having money really make you happy?"

"Doesn’t having money make you happy?" Hearing this, many disagreed and immediately someone jumped into the conversation. "Why don’t you give me the money in your pocket and see if I’m happy?"

"Vulgar." After facing continuous setbacks since early morning, Lin Haihu could barely keep his eyelids from shutting, and now he couldn’t even be bothered to see who said these words. "Haven’t you heard that money can buy watches, but not time; it can buy books, but not knowledge; it can buy entertainment, but not happiness..."

The moment the chef heard this, he immediately got agitated, "I’m saying, Huzi, if you’ve been learning this kind of stuff at school, then I think you might as well not attend anymore. Are the teachers teaching you all not to make money? Isn’t that... you know... leading you astray?"

"Corrupting the youth!" Li Fang chimed in from the side.

"Yes, yes, yes!" said the chef, nodding constantly in agreement. "Exactly, corrupting the youth."

Lin Haihu almost spat blood and was about to retort when he saw Yan Fei pull something out of his pocket, immediately catching his attention and making him forget what he was about to say next—it was a banknote with four old men’s heads on it.

Then Yan Fei slowly passed the empty bowl to him, "Go get me a bowl of rice, and promise not to bother me today, and this money is yours."

The moment the youngster heard this, he completely threw all famous sayings and quotations out of his mind. His movements were as fast as lightning; he put down his own bowl and chopsticks, grabbed the money with one hand, and took the bowl with the other in one smooth motion. He ran toward the kitchen still cramming the money into his pocket, "This is yours to give, you can’t take it back now!"

The people eating there nearly spit out their food upon seeing this: so much for talk, it was all just theory after all, you didn’t really think you were above money.

When Lin Haihu brought out the rice, grinning and about to say something, Yan Fei’s expression hardened, "You took the money, so no more talking, or give the money back."

The thought of the hundred dollars in his pocket made the boy immediately swallow what he was about to say.

Only then did Yan Fei leisurely take the bowl and drink a sip before smilingly saying to the surroundings, "You see, I spent just a hundred dollars to buy some peace for myself and even got everyone a piece of happiness, right?"

A group of people looked at Lin Haihu, clutching his pocket and unable to speak, visibly uncomfortable, and just couldn’t hold back their laughter anymore; the three old men were nearly in tears from laughing.

Who says money can’t buy happiness when everyone here seems quite happy?

After eating two bowls of rice just to show his presence, Yan Fei then returned to his small office to get busy. After a while, he took some blueprints and headed to the construction site.

Having a great mind like Professor Shu around really puts one’s mind at ease. He showed the labs he remembered to Professor Shu, who immediately began giving pointers, "This is modeled after foreign labs, right? With our current technological capabilities, I think it would be better to modify this area like this..."

Having a great mind like Professor Shu around really puts one’s mind at ease. Yan Fei didn’t claim he could get all the equipment they needed, since after all, it was their own stuff; modifying it later would be just a matter of words. After Professor Shu finished, the two discussed the best location to build the lab and then called over Boss Ma Ma Yongming to find some more skilled workers to start setting up the structure of the lab.

Yan didn’t need to manage it further; he just needed to wait to move the equipment in.

But how to move the equipment in was still a problem: strictly speaking, this stuff was still ’hot goods’. Although Yan Fei didn’t see it that way, he wasn’t yet at the point where he could ignore everything; one still had to save face.

While he could sneakily use it, after all, this wasn’t a long-term solution; he still needed to come up with a better plan. What to do?