Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 223: Hindsight

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Hindsight

Diwu Ming opened his mouth and a bitter smile suddenly flickered in his heart.

This little brat!

It looked like she was going to have to bleed some more.

Everything had been going so well, and Zhang Yulan hadn’t even mentioned her threat to Yang Fan. She felt that if she could just show a little more goodwill to Yang Fan now, they could turn enemies into friends and settle everything nicely.

But who knew this youngster would be so stubborn?

So what to do?

Spend money to get rid of the problem.

Meeting Zhang Yulan’s somewhat unfriendly gaze, Diwu Ming spoke earnestly, "Sister Yulan, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. I was just joking around with Fanzi, I didn’t really mean to threaten him. Ah, look at the trouble it’s caused."

"To show my sincerity, I’ll round it up, adding another two hundred thousand, to entrust Sister Yulan with handling this matter."

After any conflict arises, no matter how sincere the explanation, it always seems feeble.

The true explanation always comes down to cold hard cash and tangible benefits.

A cryptic smile appeared on Zhang Yulan’s face as she said lightly, "I’m not much of a big sister, am I? I had no idea Boss Diwu had made such a ’playful threat’ to my dear brother."

Actually, Zhang Yulan was genuinely angry at the moment.

Yang Fan had only mentioned that Diwu Ming was testing him; he hadn’t said directly that the woman had even resorted to threats.

If she had known that, not only would she not have done business with Diwu Ming, but she would have done everything she could to sabotage her.

"No, no, there were no real threats, it was definitely just a joke," Diwu Ming said, now truly at a loss for words.

Why did she even say those things to Yang Fan? She had truly made the wrong move!

"Whether it’s true or false, or just a joke, I’m now somewhat skeptical about Boss Diwu’s reasons for approaching me," said Zhang Yulan.

Diwu Ming said gravely, "I’m sure you’re very clear about my sincerity by now, Sister Yulan. I admit there has been a misunderstanding. How about you name a price to settle this matter?"

The moment Yang Fan stepped in, Zhang Yulan’s appetite clearly grew.

The deal they had previously discussed was likely out the window, and it was evident that they needed to renegotiate.

With a teasing look at Diwu Ming, Zhang Yulan asked, "If we can make this deal happen, our future cooperation will surely extend beyond that mere building. Does Boss Diwu think your two hundred thousand of sincerity is really that substantial?"

"Why not like this, since my restless little brother has long coveted you, let’s give him a chance. If you agree to that, we’ll consider this matter resolved, alright?"

Yang Fan suddenly froze.

Zhang Yulan had quite the tendency to play matchmaker.

Diwu Ming’s expression also became somewhat stiff; her lips slowly twitched into a strained smile as she said, "Sister Yulan, although I’m in this business, I’ve always tried to maintain my integrity. I can’t treat myself as a commodity to obtain some value."

Zhang Yulan nodded her head and said, "I do understand what you’re saying, but you might not quite understand the relationship between Fanzi and me. While I too expect a gain from agreeing to this, you threatened Fanzi first and now after managing to seal the deal, you’re using roughly... fifty thousand as compensation for your wrongdoing. What is this? Hitting with a stick and offering a date as comfort?"

"Fanzi didn’t explicitly tell me about the threat before. Now that I’ve come to realize it, it doesn’t seem like the attitude of someone seeking a favor, does it, Boss Diwu?"

Yang Fan also began to reflect.

It seemed he really had forgotten to mention it.

He had only told Zhang Yulan that Diwu Ming was probing into their relationship.

This statement indeed misled Zhang Yulan’s judgment somewhat.

Diwu Ming hadn’t expected that the negotiations, which were progressing quite well, would suddenly take such a turn.

Listening to the implications in Zhang Yulan’s words, it was clear she was prepared to go back on her word.

"Mrs. Zhang, indeed, I did not consider things thoroughly, and it’s only right for you to think this way. We can negotiate all other conditions apart from myself," Diwu Ming said with seriousness.

Now there was no way to bluff; it was time to lay everything on the table.

"Two hundred thousand is the foundation, but money is just one part of it. I am more keen to see Boss Diwu’s sincerity and attitude in cooperating with us. Originally, I thought everything was fine, but the way you treated my younger brother, I couldn’t see any of your sincerity," Zhang Yulan said. "If this deal goes through, Boss Diwu’s net worth will increase by four or five times immediately, won’t it?"

"As the old saying goes, one must own up to their mistakes and stand straight when being rebuked. You need to understand something. The reason I agreed to cooperate with you is not because of the profit you offered, but because of an offhand remark from my younger brother."

Diwu Ming pursed her lips firmly, her eyes carrying a touch of seductive charm flitting uncertainly over Yang Fan and Zhang Yulan before suddenly saying, "I can kneel and use my mouth to help him. Would that satisfy you, Mrs. Zhang?"

This was the highest condition she could offer.

If Zhang Yulan and Yang Fan insisted on continuing, they would probably have to part ways and become enemies.

Her body, she categorically would not give in such a manner.

"Fanzi, what do you think?" Zhang Yulan asked.

Yang Fan played with the chips in his hands in idle boredom, yet his heart was in turmoil.

His original intention was to help Zhang Yulan squeeze a little more profit out of Diwu Ming.

But he hadn’t expected her to come up with such an outrageous demand.

Why was she so keen on such things?

Looking somewhat helpless at Zhang Yulan and seeing her nod secretly, Yang Fan could only murmur his acceptance, "Well then, if I keep insisting stubbornly, I would seem rather petty."

"Good, then let’s have Brother Fanzi come with me to another place," Diwu said, biting her silver teeth in anger.

This little brat, holding a grudge to this extent!

Even after she had handled everything for her, she turned around and caused trouble for her.

Now she had almost completely laid bare her position to Zhang Yulan; if they turned into enemies at this point, she would definitely have no destiny with Wang Tianbao and that piece of land.

Unwilling to sacrifice her own body, but she didn’t want to give up that gold mine easily either.

So, she chose such a compromise.

"What change of place? Isn’t it just fine here? If you’re embarrassed, crawl under the table," Zhang Yulan said with a laugh.

Diwu Ming was suddenly taken aback, "Mrs. Zhang, I still want some dignity."

"We can’t see under the table anyway," Zhang Yulan said.

A faint blush crept over Diwu Ming’s enchanting cheeks.

She hesitated quite a bit, then suddenly twisted her body and crawled under the mahjong table.

"Ah... holy shit!" Yang Fan suddenly cried out in pain, quickly leaning down to look, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I... am using my mouth to help you," Diwu Ming said blankly.