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Chapter 212 - 213: Take You to a Big Meal

Chapter 212: Chapter 213: Take You to a Big Meal

Ying Zheng nearly leaped out of his chair. Although he was still smiling, the smile on his face was stiff and forced.

"I say, little brother Fang, isn’t your appetite a bit too large?" Ying Zheng probed.

Fang Yi faintly squinted his eyes and crossed his legs, saying, "If Big Brother Ying isn’t willing, I can find someone else to collaborate with."

There were no signs of wanting to discuss further, nor was there any haggling. Fang Yi was very direct and clear.

Ying Zheng felt troubled; he couldn’t possibly let go of this great opportunity. The previous medicinal recipe Fang Yi gave him had already allowed him to earn a hefty sum. It could be said that since Ren Tianqing had fallen, Ying Zheng now reigned supreme.

In Moon City, besides the four major families, Ying Zheng was probably the richest.

"That... little brother Fang, we are sworn brothers after all; let’s talk this out properly. This price..."

"A fixed price!" Fang Yi stated indifferently, not giving Ying Zheng the chance to bargain.

Ying Zheng cursed inwardly. Who did business like this, without leaving any room for negotiation?

But in his heart, Ying Zheng also understood what Fang Yi was here for. In truth, this was beneficial for both parties; if it was successful, it would be a win-win. For a businessman like Ying Zheng, it could be said to be the best kind of partnership.

Ying Zheng’s face showed difficulty; he was obviously considering whether it was feasible or not. Fang Yi didn’t disturb him. While keeping his legs crossed, Fang Yi lit a cigarette, leisurely watching Ying Zheng, seemingly waiting for Ying Zheng’s decision.

However, it was precisely Fang Yi’s casual and relaxed demeanor, as if holding a winning hand, that made Ying Zheng somewhat unable to fathom what Fang Yi was really thinking.

But as a successful businessman, on top of intelligence, one also needed luck. Therefore, Ying Zheng chose to take a risk.

"Deal!"

After saying these two words, Ying Zheng felt like a load had been lifted off his shoulders.

Fang Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for your decision, Big Brother Ying. About this contract..."

Ying Zheng said, "It can be signed immediately."

...

In just half a day, Fang Yi and Ying Zheng had signed the contract. Although the two were sworn brothers, both were acutely aware that this so-called oath was merely a formality.

Even real brothers might end up quarreling, let alone sworn brothers; a contract was ultimately more binding.

The medicinal recipe Fang Yi provided to Ying Zheng this time was a simple one, a salve for treating scars from wounds.

The production of this salve would not be too labor-intensive, and the cost was low, making it highly cost-effective. Once approved, it could immediately be launched into the market.

Fang Yi urgently needed money, so he gave Ying Zheng this simple recipe, intending for Ying Zheng to quickly produce it and enter the market.

When Ying Zheng got the recipe and had professionals in the lab experiment with its manufacture, its simplicity was almost infuriating, leaving Ying Zheng cursing out loud, feeling thoroughly duped by Fang Yi this time.

However, this also made Ying Zheng more expectant—just how many recipes did Fang Yi have? If he could pry them all out, becoming the wealthiest in Xuan Cang was not an impossibility.

But first, those recipes had to be pried out, didn’t they?

Fang Yi left the Ying Group and checked the time; it was already evening. Fang Yi declined Ying Zheng’s invitation for dinner, planning to return home and see what mischief his older sister was up to.

After hailing a taxi and returning to his apartment complex, Fang Yi’s inner voice screamed: "Buy a car! It has to be a particularly luxurious one."

Despite already owning a bicycle, which was fine for showing off, it just wouldn’t do for longer distances.

Fang Yi ascended the stairs to his apartment door and was just taking out his keys when he suddenly heard loud laughter coming from the next-door neighbor Xia Ziqi’s home. A frown instantly crossed Fang Yi’s forehead, identifying the laughter as undoubtedly Fang Yuying’s.

But Fang Yi didn’t dare to go over; he quickly unlocked the door and entered his own home. Just then, his phone began to ring.

"Hello, Fang Yi, it’s me, Song Wuliang."

"I could tell it was you just by your voice," Fang Yi said. "So, did you get whipped when you got back?"

"With this ’golden ass’ of mine, if anyone dares to whip me, I’ll whip them right back," Song Wuliang declared with an air of domineering pride over the phone.

"What if it was your grandfather?"

"Er... let’s change the subject," Song Wuliang said, with a hint of apprehension.

"Hmm."

"Come to my house for dinner tonight," Song Wuliang said. "It’s a ’Hongmen Banquet’."

Fang Yi, sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, asked, "Is this Song Haoyue’s idea?"

"Yes, but I advise you not to come. If you do, you’re just asking for trouble," Song Wuliang said.

Fang Yi, however, laughed and asked, "What time do we eat?"

Song Wuliang cursed under his breath on the other end of the phone, "Knowing it’s a ’Hongmen Banquet’, you still dare to come?"

Fang Yi chuckled, "I’m not Liu Bang, and Song Haoyue isn’t Xiang Yu. It’s just a meal. If I didn’t show up, wouldn’t that tarnish my reputation?"

Song Wuliang mumbled and muttered, cursing Fang Yi for being a fool, and then hung up.

The Song family’s old courtyard was where Old Master Song liked to live. It was spacious indeed, covering more than ten acres, and vast beyond compare—Old Master Song himself had expanded it. Among the patriarchs of the four great families, Old Master Song was the most ’lively’ and interesting.

Song Wuliang was currently lying on a lounge chair in the courtyard, having just hung up the phone, when a wild beauty approached.

With a rogue’s smile, Song Wuliang whistled suggestively and then said with a laugh, "Yingnan, here to enjoy the moon with me, eh? But the moon isn’t out yet, why don’t you sit for a while first?"

The guy patted his thigh and laughed in that same weird tone.

Yan Yingnan gave him a cold glare, walked up to Song Wuliang, chin held high, her arrogance apparent: "Tell me, what kind of person is this Fang Yi?"

With a heh-heh laugh, Song Wuliang replied, "Want to know?"

Yan Yingnan looked at him with disdain and said, "If you don’t tell me, I’ll make sure you suffer. Breaking a few of your bones is something I can definitely do."

Song Wuliang hastily waved his hands, "No, no, I’ll talk, isn’t that enough? Beautiful, don’t be so violent; it only makes men want to be violent towards you."

"Out with it!" Yan Yingnan couldn’t stand his scoundrel behavior any longer.

Song Wuliang quickly blurted out four words.

Yan Yingnan was caught off-guard and didn’t catch on right away, but when she did, her beautiful eyes blazed with anger.

Such beauty, Song Wuliang thought secretly to himself, admiring her. Feeling the anger emanating from Yan Yingnan, Song Wuliang was unperturbed and instead said vaguely, "Eh, how come you’re here?"

Yan Yingnan thought Song Haoyue had arrived and turned around, but saw no one. When she turned back to look at Song Wuliang again, he had already made a run for it.

"Bastard!" Yan Yingnan gritted her teeth in rage.

...

Fang Yi was about to go to the ’Hongmen Banquet’, but he hadn’t dressed up at all, not even bothering to change his clothes before leaving. However, just as he stepped out the door, a jade hand grabbed his ear, and Fang Yuying’s voice rang out in his ear:

"Sneaking around, where do you think you’re going? Are you trying to ditch your older sister again?"

Fang Yi managed to squeeze out a smiling face and said, "How could I? Come on, I’ll take you out for a big meal."

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