Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 999 - 532: Bring the Money and Chopsticks_2

Chapter 999: Chapter 532: Bring the Money and Chopsticks_2

They simply overpower with their actual strength, having become so invincible that not even the most eloquent talkers could only watch them drink without taking a sip themselves. In just this short time, Yan Fei had already consumed half a can’s worth of alcohol. He could drink a catty while everyone else drank a mere two taels and still sweep the floor with them.

The two chatted idly while picking up the occasional call. Wang Jiuming, forget about him, he hadn’t been here long and had already received several calls. Yan Fei was somewhat better, but ever since he got a cell phone, he really hadn’t had much downtime, occasionally having to pull it out for a bit of "hello, hello."

"Alright, I’ve got to go," Wang Jiuming, having had nearly enough to drink, staggered to his feet and said while looking at the time. "My sister-in-law is about to get out of school, and I don’t want to intrude on your cozy world for two any longer than necessary, so I’d better skedaddle."

Yan Fei didn’t get up: "No worries, the traffic cops haven’t gone off duty yet. If you go out like this, you’re asking for trouble! Wait until after lunch before you leave, it’ll be more convenient then."

Just as Wang Jiuming was about to step out, he stumbled: "Ah... your wine really hits you later..."

Yan Fei burst into laughter: "It goes down smooth, doesn’t it? Heh, a direct steam from the wine pot, sixty or seventy degrees strong, not a bit watered down. And it’s been sitting for over a year, tell me it isn’t potent!"

"No, I truly have to go," Wang Jiuming still insisted. "I promised a younger brother we’d have lunch together at noon, and if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late! By the way, it turns out his girlfriend also goes to Law School, you two have something in common, I should introduce you sometime..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when his phone rang. He picked it up with a chuckle: "See, they’re calling to hurry me along..."

Answering the call, he shouted at the top of his voice: "I’m near the zoo, had some drinks. What, can’t I drink in the morning? Good stuff, really potent, I can’t drive right now, come pick me up. I’m right across from the zoo, in a courtyard with a few Duijie Trees planted. Do you know what a Duijie Tree looks like? Come over and you’ll see... What? You know, you’ve been here? Haha, what a coincidence; I was just saying I’d introduce you to someone. Well, come on over, I’ll wait for you, we’ll talk when you get here."

After hanging up, he glanced with somewhat blurry vision: "This is a new phone for me, I don’t need to be that loud. Old habits from using that Old School Mobile Phone, I always want to shout when I pick up a call. The person coming over you know, Chen He. Do you remember him? Quite the coincidence..."

Chen He was the girlfriend of the Laoda from Xu Xiaoyan’s dorm, and even though the Provincial City wasn’t small, and Yan Fei wasn’t often here, both of them actually knew Wang Jiuming, which was a very peculiar twist indeed.

Before Yan Fei could say anything, his own phone also started to ring.

Picking it up, he puzzled: "Who’s this? Yeah, it’s me! Which are you? Last name Chen? Don’t know you. What? You breed Tibetan Mastiffs? You want to pit your Tibetan Mastiff against my tiger in a fight? I’m not free, find someone else!"

With that, he hung up in annoyance: "Are people these days all full and bored with nothing better to do? I don’t even know this caller, bragging about his ’purebred’ Tibetan Mastiff from Southwest Province, saying it’s a good dog that can fight lions and tigers, wanting to have a match with my pet tiger. Isn’t this nonsense? I’ve never seen a dog that could go toe-to-toe with my Tiger Da..."

Wang Jiuming had already collapsed back into his chair, a dazed smile on his face as he spoke: "There’s no shortage of idle folks, I’ve heard about this too. Who knows how it became a fad; no sooner do folks finish a meal than they start feeding it to dogs. Speaking of which, I know a few people who raise Tibetan Mastiffs too, they all brag to high heaven, I suppose you just ran into one of them!"

As they were talking, Yan Fei’s phone rang again, from the same caller. Picking it up, he was visibly impatient: "What do you want now? My phone’s going to die, stop calling. If you screw up my real business, can you afford to pay for it? What? Bet ten thousand yuan on a match? Is your money burning a hole in your pocket? Forget it, I’m hanging up!"

As soon as he hung up, Wang Jiuming burst out laughing: "Look at you, I think you’re the one with money burning a hole in your pocket. When someone’s lining up to give you money, why not take it? Don’t tell me you’re too stingy to feed your tiger some meat, and now you’re scared because it’s grown too pathetic?"

Yan Fei sneered: "My tiger eats and drinks better than you on a daily basis. It’s not scared of Tibetan Mastiffs, hell, it would dare to take on a dinosaur. Scared my ass! You just don’t know, talking to that guy on the phone is just a bunch of bullshit. If that was in person, I’d have smacked him dead with a slap."

Wang Jiuming continued laughing: "Now that you’re a boss, you’ll see that the more you hobnob in society, the stranger the people you meet..."

Before he could finish, Yan Fei’s phone rang again. He glanced and tossed it onto the table: "Same jerk, I’m not bothering with him."

"Don’t be like that!" Wang Jiuming was feeling spirited after a few drinks. "If you won’t take it, I will. Let’s see who exactly this person is."

He pressed the answer button, and a voice quickly started talking from the other side, not giving Wang Jiuming a chance to speak: "Boss Yan, if you’re scared just say you’re scared, but don’t just hang up on me! I’m an easy guy to talk to, if you say you’re scared I won’t bother you again, I swear on my Tibetan Mastiff... ten thousand yuan, I inquired about it, you run a cattle farm, this ten thousand yuan can add a few cows to your herd, right? Just agree to the match, win or lose, this ten thousand yuan is yours. What do you say..."

If a normal person had said these words, it wouldn’t have been so annoying. But the problem lies in the fact that the speaker couldn’t have been normal; it was the kind of ’divine person’ who turns ’imperatives’ into ’commands’ — the kind of ’divine’ you find in a ’nutcase.’