Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 960 - 518

Chapter 960: 518

A group of young people immediately breathed a sigh of relief and started to holler, "Damn, I was wondering why Pig Head and the other three were all holding back from talking! Turns out it’s Boss Yan’s big move, damn, counting it all up, you’ve earned several thousand this year!"

Another quick-witted young person asked, "Back when there was trouble at home, didn’t Boss Yan pay you two thousand in advance? He didn’t deduct it?"

Guan Shi’s face showed a trace of gratitude, "Look at what you’re saying, Brother Fei’s help back then was ’jianghu emergency relief.’ Even if he didn’t deduct it, would it have been decent of me?"

Da Song wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, ’Damn, lucky those idiots were howling so fast just now, or I nearly thought he was indicating a few hundred with those finger gestures he made. If I had spoken out, I would’ve lost all face.’

Now the group was very lively, all talking about how generous Boss Yan was with money, and someone curiously asked, "Right, Guan Shi, didn’t you say you guys were newbies and that Boss Yan gave you the lowest wages?"

"Yeah, the lowest!" said Guan Shi. "But we’ll get a raise next year. The first year we didn’t know anything, and a lot of the work was done with Brother Fei leading us. Like growing mushrooms—who had heard of it before!"

"Growing mushrooms?" Da Song’s interest was instantly piqued. "How do our mushrooms sell? Our factory canteen eats them often too. Are you guys growing Oyster Mushrooms or Shiitake Mushrooms?"

"Agaricus bisporus," Guan Shi hadn’t spoken when a young person beside him answered for him.

Da Song was at a loss for words, ’Damn, can’t even let me show off a little that I know a bit more? What the hell is Agaricus bisporus?’

Someone in the western counties of Wancheng City grows Shiitake Mushrooms, and they’re quite famous. But Sancha River couldn’t do it, not even Oyster Mushrooms. Now suddenly these pals are mentioning Agaricus bisporus, something even he, Da Song, truly didn’t know about—that was genuinely surprising!

Listening to the group praising Guan Shi, Da Song felt somewhat annoyed inside, but since they all grew up in the same village, that moment of displeasure quickly turned into curiosity, and he started to ask Guan Shi about Brother Fei and the ’feats’ he had accomplished over the year.

The more he listened, the more astonished he became, especially when the folks insinuated, aside from envying Guan Shi for earning money, they were also envious of his newfound awesomeness. He wasn’t oblivious to the town’s cow farm, but when he left for New Year’s last year, Boss Yan was still quite low-key. Now the more he heard, the more curious he became, "No way? Boss Yan is that awesome now?"

"Damn, you’re out of the loop, huh?" One youngster began to flaunt his knowledge. "Who do you think Boss Yan is? Guan Shi’s been working for him, just go ask around, those at the cow farm, who dares to disrespect him? Last time Old Uncle Ming went to the market, his basket rubbed a punk all muddy, and the punk grabbed Old Uncle Ming demanding compensation. Old Uncle Ming said he didn’t bring money and was going to borrow some from the cow farm, and right then that punk said no need for compensation..."

"Exactly, now Boss Yan is just like Brother Haonan. It’s just that the latter is the boss of Tieluowan, while Boss Yan is our Sancha River’s boss," another younger fellow said enviously. "At our school, as soon as I say my brother Guan Shi works at the cow farm, none of the students from the streets dare to mess with me."

"Nonsense, how can the boss of Tieluowan compare to Brother Fei? You brat, instead of studying properly, all you know is to talk crap," said another youngster who hadn’t seen the gangster movies. "Take a bunch of those bosses you’re talking about, they wouldn’t stand a chance against just one of Boss Yan’s fingers, believe it or not? The couple from Daliu Village who were scammed out of their cow-selling money a few days ago, it was Boss Yan who helped track it down. You know what those scammers look like now? They’re still not out of the hospital..."

"But that’s Hong Kong’s Tieluowan, with several streets under control. Our Sancha River can’t compare even to one of their streets, right?" The youngster who had just spoken felt pretty indignant, stood up in his slightly short jeans that revealed long johns, and argued while sitting cross-legged.

The year had passed with its share of good and bad.

For instance, now there are more homes with DVD players in the town, and the video hall has shown a few movies about Hong Kong punks. Many youths started to imitate the culture, often using phrases like "As a Punk Boy, what I rely on is being bold and loyal, with lots of brothers."

The younger the teenagers, the more likely they were influenced by these seemingly "awesome and bold" words, and this young guy in overalls was clearly one of the victims.

Moreover, it was obvious that this guy had been heavily influenced; he stood his ground in the argument against a group without showing weakness. However, as the debate went on, he ultimately felt his position was weak and turned to Guan Shi, who had been silent all along, "Brother Guan, right? Tell them, am I right or not?"

Guan Shi was very helpless, first glancing at the youngster who had been most forceful in the argument: "Er Lvzi, get your facts straight before you spread them. Weren’t the scammers caught by the police station? If others don’t know, don’t you think to ask me? It was later when the scammers ran off, and Brother Fei went after them to bring them back. Moreover, Brother Fei didn’t mean it, it was just that the snowfall was heavy that night when he went chasing down people, he was a bit heated and his hand wasn’t light or heavy."

The indignant teenager in overalls retorted, "Brother Guan, don’t tell me you haven’t watched ’Punk Boy’ either? I wanted you to say..."