Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 214: Force-feeding Soft Rice

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Force-feeding Soft Rice

Zhang Yulan’s abrupt remark startled Yang Fan.

"Sister, please don’t joke around," Yang Fan said with a wry smile. "I’m just a small-time farmer who, at most, can scrape together forty thousand if I’m lucky. How could I ever handle a deal worth millions?"

"You could always take out a loan," Zhang Yulan suggested airily. "With the right channels, it’s relatively easy to get that kind of money."

Yang Fan waved his hands frantically. "No no no, I really can’t handle that!"

"Even if I could get a loan, the interest on four or five million could bankrupt me in a matter of months."

Though he had some ideas, he knew this was beyond him.

It was just too much to handle.

However, Zhang Yulan shook her head and said, "Fanzi, don’t think that four or five million is a lot. Striving to earn that money through work could indeed crush you. But most people who make money don’t do it by hard work alone; effort merely gets you by."

"Wang Tianbao’s property is not short of buyers. Let’s say it’s worth ten million, and we acquire it for four million. Even if you resell it for just six hundred thousand more, you easily pocket two hundred thousand. So, your mindset has to change. Once you acquire it, think about cashing out quickly, not running it. There’s no need."

Yang Fan looked bewildered.

To Zhang Yulan, this seemed like discussing a trivial household matter.

But Yang Fan found it terrifying.

For him, this starting point was indeed too high.

"Let me think... If Diwu Ming really wants that place, we should just give it to her," Zhang Yulan pondered, a faint smile on her lips. "An eight-hundred thousand price tag, I think she would accept. Disregarding the intermediaries and their relationships, you could make a profit of about two to three hundred thousand, and you wouldn’t even need to take out a loan."

Yang Fan was numb.

He understood what Zhang Yulan was proposing.

It was using Diwu Ming’s money to do her bidding while making a profit in the process.

"But things often don’t go as planned," Yang Fan said.

Zhang Yulan shook her head. "Well, it depends on who’s more generous and whose face carries more weight. She mentioned this to you, probably on a whim. If nothing unexpected happens, she’s certainly already working her connections."

"But while I might not succeed in helping her, if I interfere, she definitely won’t succeed. Let’s talk to her later and see how sincere she can be. But now that she’s brought it up, she’ll have to show some goodwill, at least."

Yang Fan’s eyes glazed over, his mind buzzing, and he had lost all interest in looking at Xiao Liu’s seductive eyes and her deliberately lifted leg.

After a moment’s hesitation, he asked uncertainly, "Sister Yulan, you’re not serious, are you?"

Zhang Yulan smiled seductively and quietly reached towards Yang Fan’s crotch.

She gave a gentle pinch and giggled, "If I say it, it’s real. I’ve been thinking about what kind of gift to give you for the last few days. Since you’re in need of a pillow, I’ll give you this one."

"Sister Yulan, that’s two to three hundred thousand, not two to three thousand. Even if you dare to give it, I really wouldn’t dare to take it," Yang Fan said with a mix of laughter and dismay.

Zhang Yulan’s gesture was indeed quite frightening.

Yang Fan felt that earning so much money in his lifetime would already be quite an achievement.

"Whether you dare to take it is irrelevant; I insist on giving it to you," Zhang Yulan pouted, suddenly playing coy.

Yang Fan: ...

This unearned wealth was really being shoved down his throat.

"I’m the kind of person who, admittedly, has a bit of a rebellious streak, but deep down I’m quite grounded. I rather earn my money through hard work and dedication; this unearned windfall doesn’t sit well with me," Yang Fan said earnestly.

Zhang Yulan wore a soft, seductive smile on her lips and whispered into Yang Fan’s ear, "But this is the reward for your efforts."

"That’s a different matter."

"In my eyes, it’s the same. I have money, but I’m not happy. You made me happy and comfortable, so I want to give it to you."

"Sister Yulan, you’re making me feel like I’m in that kind of profession."

"Oh... I see. Then let’s pretend it’s an investment, then. I’m investing in you as a person."

"That still feels like the same thing."

"Ah, whatever, I just want to give it to you!"

Yang Fan: ...

The argument hadn’t even begun in earnest, yet things were already heating up between them.

A sudden knock at the door interrupted their dispute.

Xiao Liu opened the door, and Diwu Ming walked in with Tian Miao.

The flamboyantly dressed woman now had a layer of frost on her face, her brows furrowed and her features twisted in distress.

Seeing Yang Fan sitting with Zhang Yulan, Tian Miao’s eyes widened in shock.

"You, you you you..."

She pointed at Yang Fan and gasped in surprise, then turned her angry gaze towards Diwu Ming, "Are you setting me up?!"

"Oh, aren’t you clever?" Diwu Ming feigned surprise and laughed, "But it seems a little too late now, huh? You have to work for me for three years, or pay off all your debts within a month. You signed the agreement yourself."

Tian Miao’s mouth twisted sourly, and with a resentful and angry look in her eyes, she asked Yang Fan harshly, "We have no grudge against each other, why are you doing this to me?"

"My name is Yang Fan!" he said calmly, "You must know me."

"So you’re the bastard who hit my brother? You lowlife, you really have some nerve. I haven’t even settled the score with you yet, and you dare to make a move against me first. You think you’ve got me cornered? Let me tell you, you’re done for!" Tian Miao bellowed angrily.

Yang Fan nodded indifferently, "Yes, after understanding your relationship, I realized I was probably as good as dead. So I had no choice but to strike first, to take you down before you got to me."

"Take us down? Who do you think you are?" Tian Miao sneered contemptuously, "My brother and Wang Tianbao got out of jail unscathed. Do you think your little tricks could take us down? Just wait to die, you grandson."

"An ant shaking a tree, you really overestimate yourself. I advise you to go prepare coffins for your family right away, so that when the time comes, there won’t be anybody to clean up the mess for you. And you think you can take us out? What a joke!"

"No worries, why don’t you ask where your brother is right now? If nothing goes wrong, he might be enjoying some free tea right now, and by tomorrow he should be served food," Yang Fan remarked, glancing at Zhang Yulan.

Tian Miao blinked, slightly puzzled, "Trying to scare me, huh? Let’s see what kind of play you’re putting on!"

Despite her bravado and the defiant look Yang Fan wore, she felt a sinking premonition in her heart.

But to keep up appearances, her speech remained willfully arrogant.

She took out her phone and made a call to Tian Gaofei.

After just a few short words, her expression changed.

One could almost see her face turn pale in real-time, her arms even beginning to tremble.