Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 319

Chapter 319: Chapter 319

After roughly finishing a cigarette, Yang Fan made a phone call to Bai Mengzhu.

"Big boss, got any instructions? If you want to order something, you can send me a message. I have a bad memory, and I might forget if you tell me directly," Bai Mengzhu joked.

"Where does your ex-husband live?" Yang Fan asked bluntly.

On the phone, Bai Mengzhu was silent for a while, and her voice suddenly became somber, "Did he really come to give you trouble?"

"Yeah, someone just threw a heap of shit into my shop, and I haven’t offended anyone else recently. I suspect it was him," Yang Fan said, "His address, who he hangs out with, places he likes to frequent—tell me about them."

"That bastard!" Bai Mengzhu cursed angrily, "I really don’t know where his current residence is. The house in the county was his after our divorce, but I heard he later gambled it away to someone else."

"The places he frequents, let’s see. He roams around the county town a lot. Oh right, he often goes to that pool hall and the dance hall in town; other places I don’t really know. The people he often has contact with... Hmm, Liu Sanleng, the one who runs the dance hall, is one of his pals."

After finishing, she suddenly asked with some nervousness, "You’re not planning on going there to confront him directly, are you?"

"That’s the simplest and most direct method!" Yang Fan said.

"Don’t, he’s already a jerk. Don’t get yourself involved too!" Bai Mengzhu pleaded, "How about this, I’ll pay to have more surveillance cameras installed inside and outside your shop. Then, if he does something disgusting like this again, you can just call the police and have him arrested."

"But I can’t swallow this anger. I have to find him and have a proper talk," Yang Fan stated, "That’s it, you keep busy."

"Oh..."

Bai Mengzhu wanted to say more, but Yang Fan had already hung up the call.

Even without knowing the ex-husband’s exact address, knowing the places he frequents would do.

Once he understood some of his social connections, finding this dead rat wouldn’t be difficult.

Yang Fan closed the shop and went to the hardware store in town to buy a chain for tethering dogs, which he stuffed into his pocket before heading to the dance hall.

The sister-in-law had keys to the shop, so Yang Fan wasn’t worried about her and Yang Yuan coming back and having nowhere to go.

In the whole Xin’an Town, there was only one dance hall, also one of the few establishments with that kind of character.

But these things, Yang Fan had only heard about from others.

What it was really like inside, he honestly didn’t know.

Although he often ran to the town, he had never been there.

The entrance to the place was dazzling, and the decoration was particularly luxurious, yet it was located on a basement level.

Descending the old red-carpeted staircase, he was greeted by a long corridor, with private rooms on both sides.

Yang Fan looked around and, to his surprise, didn’t even see a bar.

While he was puzzled, a cleaning lady suddenly came over.

"Young man, you’re early. We don’t open until three in the afternoon," the auntie glanced at Yang Fan and said casually.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Fan asked, "Auntie, do you know where the boss is?"

"Looking for the boss? Go inside and have a look," the auntie pointed down the hallway nonchalantly.

Yang Fan thanked her and walked down the corridor.

Passing through the corridor, the area opened up. It looked like a public area with many tables set up.

The overall environment was quite dim, probably to save on costs, with only a few lights turned on.

But Yang Fan didn’t see anyone around; the place was empty.

He walked to the bar, which was also deserted.

This place seemed too easygoing; they didn’t even leave someone to mind the shop!

Muttering to himself, Yang Fan then headed to another side of the space, which was not small.

It was like a maze with two rows of rooms on both the left and the right.

Yang Fan casually picked one, knocked on the door, and after a little while, a woman in a black tank top opened the door.

She seemed to be sleeping, dressed very simply in just a black tank top and a pair of shorts.

Inside the tank top, there wasn’t anything extra; the neckline was a swath of white, with the shape of two little honey beans imprinted on the tank top, puffing it out into a bulging area.

She was groggy, her eyes appearing as if she could hardly keep them open.

Without even looking at Yang Fan, she muttered with some displeasure, "It’s not yet time for work, come back in the afternoon."

Having said that, she was about to close the door right away.

Yang Fan quickly stopped her, saying, "No, wait, I want to ask you something."

The woman forced her eyelids open, glanced at Yang Fan, and said, "You looking for a service? Three hundred, nothing else included."

"No, you’ve got it wrong, I’m looking for your boss. Where is he?" Yang Fan said.

The woman’s face suddenly looked even more displeased, "Looking for our boss? Why are you bothering me? Are you in or not? After you’re done, I’ll tell you!"

Her morning grumpiness was rather pronounced.

But glancing at the ghost-like makeup of the woman, he really didn’t feel like engaging with her.

Yang Fan, with a look of helplessness, took out twenty yuan and handed it over, "Can you point me in the right direction now?"

"You’re quite the smooth talker!" The woman took the money and stuffed it directly into her neckline.

After that, she pointed Yang Fan to the first room across the street.

"Go there to look for him. He’s probably busy with women right now. You might want to wait a bit before you knock. That dead pimp has a nasty temper."

Yang Fan nodded and started walking towards the opposite side.

It seemed clear; the people here didn’t have the best tempers.

However, his temper wasn’t much better at the moment.

Arriving at the first room, Yang Fan knocked on the door.

"Who is it? What do you want?!" A roar came from inside.

Yang Fan thought for a moment and called out, "Boss Liu, I’ve got some business to discuss with you."

"Give me two minutes, I’m dealing with a little wench. I’ll be done soon," a voice shouted back from inside.

That woman’s guess was quite accurate.

Could it be that this Liu Sanleng even has a set time for romping with women?

Soon, there were sounds of bodily thuds and a woman’s shrill screams coming from the room.

Yang Fan, already quite experienced in these matters, immediately discerned that the woman was faking her shouts.

Real cries of passion wouldn’t sound so exaggerated.

Yang Fan listened for a while, then lit a cigarette and sat down on a chair against the wall.

Before he had finished his cigarette, the door opened.

A fat man with a thick chest hair, looking as if he was the reincarnation of Zhu Ganglie, came out with a vest draped over his shoulder, staggering as if he didn’t recognize anyone.

He was pinching a pack of cigarettes in his hand, walked over to Yang Fan, offered him one, and asked very politely, "Bro, what kind of business do you want to discuss with me?"

This thing, Yang Fan was still thinking about a pretext.

Paying someone directly for information was something he was a bit reluctant to do.

"Well, about this deal, I need to see how much Boss Liu’s daily revenue is. Is that something you can talk about?" Yang Fan said cheerfully.

He decided to bluff first, to see if he could get a lead on that ex-husband, and extract information about his whereabouts.