Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 222 Shrew Sends Money

Chapter 222: Chapter 222 Shrew Sends Money

Yang Fan looked at the mountainous pile of props and chips before him, his gaze flickering with uncertainty.

Diwu Ming’s words from earlier might have been off, fearing it wasn’t his own skills at play but rather the tricks the woman had up her sleeve.

Once or twice, Yang Fan might still believe it was just his own good luck.

But this had happened so many times now, he was almost soaring every round.

There was obviously something fishy!

But why would Diwu Ming do such a thing?

Yang Fan couldn’t figure it out.

He glanced at Zhang Yulan, who was also winning, but not as wildly as Yang Fan.

Today, at this table, the only person losing was Diwu Ming.

"Boss Diwu, I’m afraid I can’t continue playing this game, it’s too frightening," Yang Fan said, putting down his cards.

Diwu Ming asked with a smile, "Is it you winning that is frightening, or do you think my losing is frightening?"

"Isn’t that the same thing?" Yang Fan said, "Sometimes my luck might indeed be good, but never to such an unbelievable extent. If we are to continue, let’s not pull any stunts like this. I couldn’t calculate these odds even if I tried."

He was unclear about Diwu Ming’s motives, so he might as well lay it all out openly.

After all, he had never been part of any grand scenes before, and it was unlikely he would be in the future.

These deals involving hundreds of thousands, he might only encounter them once or twice. There was no need to stubbornly save face by acting clever. Any question addressed to him could be thrown right back.

Diwu Ming chuckled, but her smile was somewhat strained.

She was truly surprised at how straightforward this guy was!

With those words from Yang Fan, she felt as if she were on the hot seat.

She had almost laid all cards on the table tonight, desperately trying to hand over favors.

Yet unexpectedly, he chose to back out first.

"Young brother, isn’t it just that you’re on a lucky streak? We are just playing casually. How could there be anything else going on? We are not those gamblers who play as if their lives depend on it. We’re just playing casually," Diwu Ming said with a forced laugh.

She had intentionally arranged to give Yang Fan a thank-you fee in front of Zhang Yulan, while also wanting this naive young man to understand her intentions.

Initially, it was a simple matter; Yang Fan would just take the money and leave after a while.

She had never expected that he would back out first.

Zhang Yulan shook her head with a helpless, wry smile and said, "Fanzi, you won all that money fair and square. Just take it."

"If it were just a couple of thousand, I would definitely have taken it without any hesitation. But how much is this? I might have the desire, but I truly don’t have the nerve. If we don’t clarify this issue, I wouldn’t dare touch it," Yang Fan shook his head as he spoke.

What he had encountered tonight was completely different from his usual circles.

These events had left quite an impact on him.

But they also kept him vigilant.

If a shrew is giving away money, then one must be even more cautious; he didn’t want to accidentally fall into any trap.

"My brother here can be too naive at times. Since that’s the case, Boss Diwu, just speak frankly. Your actions tonight have piqued my curiosity too, making me feel like I’ve been just a pacer for several hours, completely without joy," Zhang Yulan said.

As for understanding human relations, Diwu Ming could be considered extremely experienced.

She had understood in her teenage years how to get the measure of things.

But today...

She capsized in the gutter.

The capsize caught her completely off guard.

"Young man, actually most of it really was your good fortune, and I just went with the flow a bit," Diwu Ming said earnestly, "There was a slight misunderstanding between us earlier, and not only did you not hold a grudge, but you also helped me arrange that matter. I can’t be ignorant about it, right? These are just a small token of my apology."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit perplexed.

What does that mean?

Wasn’t it said that Zhang Yulan and Diwu Ming had negotiated a clear price for that matter? How did it involve her again?

He had only mentioned it briefly to Zhang Yulan; surely, Diwu Ming wouldn’t have made such a big deal of it, right?

Zhang Yulan gently kicked Yang Fan’s leg from underneath and glanced over with an ostensibly indifferent look.

Yang Fan caught her glance, a spark of realization flashing through his mind, and suddenly it all made sense.

So that was it.

Although Zhang Yulan and Diwu Ming discussed a clear price, Zhang Yulan agreeing to the matter must have, in Diwu Ming’s view, been a result of his persuasiveness, the consequence of his threats...

Damn!

If that was the case, then he had compromised under the threat posed by Diwu Ming?

Yang Fan glanced at the props and chips on the table and said with a faint smile, "Exactly because of this, I dare not accept it! Boss Diwu’s goodwill, I’m afraid if I accept, it might... not look good."

Having understood all this, Yang Fan felt it necessary to assert his stance, lest this glamorous woman really thought he was easy to bully, that a few threats would make him run errands for her and later become embroiled in complications.

If possible, he did not want to have too many dealings with such people.

Diwu Ming chuckled dryly and waved his hand, "That was all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"How could I not take Boss Diwu’s threat seriously?" Yang Fan said with a polite smile, "You should take these back. The reason I agreed to that matter is that we had our own plans; it was a case of mutual needs."

"That’s right," Diwu immediately said, "Doing business is all about mutual needs. And these are what you deserve. Also, I heard you’re in the business of buying mountain goods, and I happen to know some channels. Later on, I’ll help you make some contacts, so we can make money together."

Yang Fan looked at the props and chips, weighing the pros and cons of this arrangement in his mind.

At that moment, Zhang Yulan spoke up with a light smile, "Fanzi, although there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding between you and Boss Diwu, I don’t think it’s a big issue. Let me mediate this, and let it pass just like this. Boss Diwu is very sincere, and we all get what we need, so this outcome is joyful for everyone. Let’s leave it at that."

Yang Fan glanced at Zhang Yulan.

Clearly, she meant to take the money and end it.

Then just take it.

In this matter, he had merely mentioned it offhand, his original intent being only to let Zhang Yulan know Diwu Ming’s objective so she wouldn’t fall into a trap.

Although he was displeased with Diwu Ming’s earlier threat, he wasn’t so noble as to turn down this windfall.

"Since Sister Yulan is speaking up for Boss Diwu, I definitely should accept, otherwise I would really be ignorant," Yang Fan said with a smile, "It’s just that I always feel the premise of our cooperation is a bit problematic, I’m bowed by Boss Diwu’s threat, acting as a messenger, and blatantly accepting Boss Diwu’s favor."

"So, thinking it over now, it still feels a bit awkward, am I dragging you into this as well, Sister Yulan?"

Yang Fan didn’t know exactly how Zhang Yulan and Diwu Ming had discussed privately or what they thought of him.

But that didn’t stop him from reclaiming his position at the moment.