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Chapter 953 - 516 Celebrating the New Year Early_2

Chapter 953: Chapter 516 Celebrating the New Year Early_2

Once he started to settle down, others didn’t find it odd; after all, Boss Yan had always been that way, and nobody knew what he would actually do next.

However, Deputy Director Pi from the police station was perplexed. He’d wander around daily, only to discover that Boss Yan, whom he perceived as someone who could never stay still, had suddenly become so "law-abiding," which he found quite uncomfortable.

But he felt that ever since Boss Yan had "gifted" him with books, their relationship had advanced a step further. So one day, he came by the greenhouse and started making conversation for no particular reason, "Boss Yan, with New Year’s Day approaching, everyone else is getting busier. Why are you becoming less active?"

Yan Fei, who was leisurely practicing his punches, replied bluntly, "Isn’t that obvious! New Year’s Day is supposed to be about resting well. If the holiday is more exhausting than usual days, then what’s the point of celebrating it?"

Unable to help himself, Director Pi retorted, "But New Year’s is still a good half a month away! Are you already starting your celebrations?"

"Previously I was so poor I had no food to eat, but now my bank account has tens of millions. I worked harder than anyone when it was time to earn money. Now that I finally have some surplus, is it wrong for me to start celebrating the New Year a few days early?" Yan Fei replied without even glancing at him.

No matter how worldly Director Pi was, he found himself speechless when he thought about Boss Yan’s age and how rapidly he had risen, as witnessed right here.

There was nothing he could say in response—here was someone who was just the age of a high school student, who started from scratch without relying on any connections or background, and who had, on his own, amassed a fortune of tens of millions within just two or three years, with over two thousand cattle calves distributed in partnership with the local community.

Those greenhouses in the west, visible from here, are places where the families, it’s said, might as well set up a shrine for Boss Yan and offer incense daily. And there’s also the new greenhouse construction in the village that frequently consults him; it seems that many of those building greenhouses don’t want to grow watermelons anymore—they want to follow his example and grow mushrooms and raise earthworms instead.

The families growing mushrooms are sure to have a good New Year this year. This is all seen with everyone’s own eyes, with no room for falsehood. Moreover, everybody knows that, aside from cattle farming, Boss Yan isn’t really interested in anything else—the greenhouse business, which everyone else is green with envy over, is just something he tinkered with for dealing with cow dung.

The calves distributed at the beginning of the year by the cattle farm are now about to be brought in for trade. Though they haven’t been raised for long, it doesn’t really matter because the farm still needs to fatten them up for a few more months.

However, since the initial distribution wasn’t specifically aimed at poor households, some families were doing alright financially. So these families came seeking a discussion on whether they could keep the cattle for a bit longer, raise them until they were bigger before bringing them in, or keep the female cattle for longer and bring in the calves they birthed later on...

As for these requests, Yan Fei certainly agreed. Those cattle that were the first to breed at the farm had recently birthed calves, and according to reports, they were all doing well. Now that people were willing to keep raising cattle and supply him with calves in the future, there was no way he would object.

As for those who wished to return the cattle they had raised and exchange them for cash to have a nice New Year, Boss Yan turned no one away. He scattered large amounts of cash without hesitation.

Although people have long since known and believed that Boss Yan wouldn’t just talk big without delivering, when those who brought in their cattle and personally counted their cash began to walk with a floating sensation, even those who had thought about raising their cattle for a few more days couldn’t help but be envious.

This is what they call seeing is believing.

The village had originally planned a ceremony once New Year’s Day was over and the cattle farm began taking back the cattle. But Yan Fei really wasn’t in the mood these past few days, so subtly, he became Sudhana Kumāra.

When it came to the title of Sudhana Kumāra, Yan Fei felt quite helpless.

Although he seldom visited the cattle farm, mostly staying out of sight, who in the village didn’t know to whom the money really belonged. Now, many of the old men and women in the village, for some reason or another, staunchly believe that Boss Yan is none other than Sudhana Kumāra...

The less he showed his face, the louder Boss Yan’s reputation traveled.

In fact, Yan Fei knew very well that he hadn’t actually spent that much money. There were only about three hundred calves in the first batch, and less than half had been returned so far. According to the initial livestock cooperation agreement, half of these cattle were still his own. Even with some details of rewards, there wasn’t much difference in the actual amount.

The money wasn’t much, just three or four hundred thousand, and it was distributed among nearly a hundred families.

Still, the impact was huge. This no-hesitation approach of giving out money as soon as the cows were brought in undoubtedly reassured the cattle raising households, as well as those who might consider raising cattle in the future.

Everyone who delivered cattle requested to keep raising them because they had money in hand now, and since Boss Yan was straightforward in buying cows without any fuss, everyone was willing to continue raising them. Some even said they could buy and raise their own calves.

Yan Fei didn’t really want to deal with this for the past few days, since Miss Xu Xiaoyan was about to come home for the holidays. He had to control the gradually increasing strength in his body as soon as possible, and also take advantage of this time to eat and drink like crazy—a truly busy time.

So he simply ordered Heizi and the others to keep distributing the cattle for rearing as usual. However, this time he was a bit more flexible. If some households felt they could raise a few cows, he allowed the farm to distribute a few more to them.

Watching people lead away two big cows and return with calves, while pocketing several thousand yuan—who wouldn’t be jealous? Naturally, the fame of "Sudhana Kumāra" spread even wider.

The nearly hundred families that had already made money provided endless motivation for those who had cattle but hadn’t yet received money, including those families who might get cattle in the next distribution. This change was evident in people’s spirits at just a glance.

And Boss Yan, who brought all this to Sancha River village, declared he wanted to celebrate New Year’s early. Not just Deputy Director Pi, but anyone in his position, couldn’t say anything about it.

Deputy Director Pi silently watched Yan Fei finish his martial arts practice, then watched him enter the house to grab an intimidatingly large sledgehammer and continue swinging it. Even though he moved slowly, the large sledgehammer still created a whooshing sound with each swing.

After a while, he finally came up with another topic, "Boss Yan is really diligent. I heard your Kung Fu has become unbeatable, and yet you still practice so hard?"

"Haven’t you heard the saying ’a day without practice and the hands get rusty’?" Yan Fei didn’t even stop to chat with him, continuing his exercises as he ’educated’ him. "Haven’t you heard the saying ’live and learn’? Right now is the time for me to improve my skills. If I don’t practice hard, should I just loiter around every day like you?"

Deputy Director Pi was left speechless once again: With this kind of small talk, you could talk the sun to death. What can I even say? After all, I also used to...

Lost in thought as time slowly passed by, he couldn’t help but speak again: "I understand practicing with a big hammer for strength, but what are you practicing with that broken bamboo pole?"

It was more than just a broken bamboo pole. Yan Fei put the large sledgehammer aside, and what he now held, which could hardly be called a bamboo pole, was a decaying bamboo stick that he was handling as if it were a spear. He moved it around, occasionally shaking it, making Deputy Director Pi feel like it could shatter into fragments at any moment.

"Don’t understand, huh?" Yan Fei carefully swung the decayed bamboo stick. "Martial arts isn’t just about practicing strength; you also need to know how to use it. What I was doing before was practicing to lift heavy as if it’s light, and now this is practicing to lift light as if it’s heavy. You haven’t practiced martial arts, so even if I tell you, you wouldn’t understand. It’s not a realm that a layman like you could grasp just by listening."

Deputy Director Pi felt his temper had greatly improved since his retirement, but Yan Fei’s few words almost made him angry enough to jump up.

He had just been lectured about learning until old age, and now he was bluntly told that even if he were told, he wouldn’t understand. If it weren’t for the cold wind blowing by the river, he would really have liked to take off his thick coat and show this guy the scars on his body...