Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 221 Setting a Trap

Chapter 221: Chapter 221 Setting a Trap

Although Yang Fan didn’t manage to secure a freebie, he still added her on WeChat.

As for whether he would have the opportunity to contact them in the future, that remained an unknown.

In any case, Yang Fan felt that the likelihood was slim.

He already had several women around him who didn’t cost money, so it seemed unnecessary to spend money on this.

But the comfort of being served by these women was indeed better.

After finishing, he called Zhang Yulan.

He asked about their situation and found out those women were having a great time gambling and even planned to pull an all-nighter.

Yang Fan checked the time, it was already past eleven at night, far too late.

If it weren’t absolutely necessary, he really didn’t want to travel at night.

Just as he was muttering to himself about this, Zhang Yulan suddenly suggested that Yang Fan either join them or let Diwu Ming arrange a place for him to rest until morning before taking off.

Yang Fan thought about it and since he didn’t really have anything else going on, he decided to join in.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Fan followed a waiter upstairs.

Diwu Ming had set up several entertainment rooms upstairs, similar to those found in hotels.

It was quite convenient to just crash there when exhausted.

After Yang Fan arrived, a girl about his height, around one meter eighty, with ear-length short hair, stood up and offered Yang Fan her seat.

This girl, Yang Fan remembered well, was the supervisor here, Guan Ping.

He particularly remembered her height and her perky buttocks, unforgettable at just one glance.

"Otherwise, I’ll just watch, I know how to play mahjong but I’m not an expert," Yang Fan said.

"Come on, sit," Diwu, with a cigarette in his mouth, gestured and said, "We can switch to something you’re familiar with."

"I’m not really familiar with anything," said Yang Fan.

He was telling the truth.

Usually, he would only join in for some fun at Gao Lanlan’s when it was raining too hard to go out.

"Let’s play landlord then, you definitely know how to play that, come on, Fanzi," Zhang Yulan said.

Seeing this, Yang Fan sat down.

The mahjong tiles were put away, and Diwu Ming brought out a deck of cards.

"By the way, where did Tian Miao go?" Yang Fan suddenly remembered this vicious woman who had fled naked and asked.

Diwu Ming gave a mischievous smirk and said, "She’s already been roughed up for four or five rounds; I’ve got a special tonight, just two hundred yuan. Unless something unexpected happens, she should serve several tens of clients tonight."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but be surprised, he had been unaware that Tian Miao had already started working.

"There shouldn’t be any problems, right?" Yang Fan asked.

After all, she was still involved in that major case with Wang Tianbao and was definitely going to be taken away tomorrow.

If any trouble arose from this, it could end up affecting them as well.

Diwu Ming chuckled and waved his hand saying, "Young man, you’re underestimating women. There might be dead cows but no ruined fields, that’s not just a joke."

"When I was struggling around here, I knew several girls who stood on the streets, do you know what their goal was? A hundred clients a day; after they reached their quota, they clocked out. A hundred every day, Tian Miao is nowhere near that, she’s not some naive young girl, she’s certainly up for it."

"A hundred a day sounds a bit exaggerated, doesn’t it?" Yang Fan asked, astonished.

"I’m not exaggerating at all, they aim for high efficiency," Diwu laughed, "Five minutes is all the time you get, if you can’t manage it, either pay more or stop."

"People go in, pull their trousers down a bit, and get on with it, most men last about three minutes."

Yang Fan was astounded.

The efficiency and volume were indeed intimidating.

"Come on, let’s play cards," Diwu Ming shuffling the deck rapidly, then started dealing.

"What’s the method to this game?" Yang Fan asked.

"Five hundred each," Diwu Ming said, "You definitely know the other rules, right?"

Damn!

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan almost jumped up from his chair, "You play that fiercely?"

Five hundred a round, with just a few bombs, and that easily escalates to thousands.

No wonder Tian Miao had lost so much in such a short time; there was a reason for it.

"Fanzi, start playing, we’ll see later," Zhang Yulan pushed a stack of chips in front of Yang Fan, "We’re just playing for fun, not setting up like we did against Tian Miao. It’s no big deal if we lose."

Yang Fan’s mouth twitched, what do you mean no big deal if we lose, how could it not be a big deal?

With the little money he had in his pockets, he probably couldn’t afford to lose four or five games before being wiped clean.

He looked towards the door, planning his escape to get the big-buttocked manager back, as he couldn’t play this game.

However, she was nowhere to be seen.

"Start playing, if you lose, it’s on me," Zhang Yulan said with a smile.

Yang Fan suddenly felt trapped; had he known these women played so high, he would have refused.

Back in the village, everyone played for three yuan or two yuan, and he could join the fun.

This five hundred yuan fun was something he couldn’t afford all at once.

After roughly counting the chips Zhang Yulan handed over, Yang Fan decided to walk away once he lost that amount, letting these highly addicted women continue playing without him.

But as soon as he felt the cards in his hands, Yang Fan paused for a moment.

Starting with a bang, the cards were unbelievably good.

Two bombs!

With these cards, he felt like he could even play with his eyes closed.

The game started smoothly; Yang Fan suddenly felt reassured, perhaps he could still play for a while.

At the end of the round, Yang Fan easily pocketed three thousand, bombarding the women with relentless strikes that left them stunned.

"Young man, if you keep being this modest, I’m going to lose my patience, didn’t you say you can’t play? You play like this right off the bat?" Diwu Ming’s mouth twitched slightly as she fiercely lit a cigarette.

Amid the swirling smoke, Yang Fan kept getting good hand after good hand.

"Uh..."

Such luck at the start made Yang Fan feel a bit embarrassed.

After about four or five rounds, the chips on Yang Fan’s side visibly piled higher.

Yang Fan kept winning crazily, while Diwu Ming kept losing equally crazily.

Her eyes nearly turning red, she said, "Young man, I seriously suspect you’ve got some tricks up your sleeve."

"I’m really not that good; it’s just that my luck tonight is excessively good," Yang Fan said with a wry smile.

He really hadn’t ever had such a smooth run in cards before.

Today felt like he was cheating.

In just a few rounds, he seemed to have raked in nearly twenty thousand—far faster than manual labor.

"Another round!"

Diwu Ming said fiercely, even dealing the cards forcefully.

But, bizarrely, Yang Fan kept getting outrageously good cards.

Diwu Ming’s face grew darker and darker.

The battle raged until past one in the morning, by which time Yang Fan had almost enough chips to build a small mountain.

By then, Diwu Ming had dipped into her private stash several times.

As Yang Fan continued to win, he suddenly felt something was a bit off.

It was possible to have good luck, but it certainly shouldn’t have been outrageously good to this extent.