Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Chapter 321

Yang Fan was defeated by Liu Sanleng’s reasoning.

He felt like his brain was burnt and muddled.

His argument was correct—the girls were indeed his cash cows, but were these "trees" dead?

"Two hundred thousand. We can help train your staff and introduce you to channels. Think about it," Yang Fan said seriously. "Besides, Boss Liu, I have a small suggestion for you. If you don’t shift your approach, I’m afraid your shop might not last."

"Two hundred thousand?!" Liu Sanleng suddenly jumped up. "Why don’t you just rob someone?"

"Robbing isn’t as quick as what we do, and who carries that much cash nowadays?" Yang Fan responded with a smile.

"Give it some thought. The two hundred thousand can solve all the problems you’re worrying about. It’s a good thing you don’t need our help with customers, which makes it much cheaper."

After all, Yang Fan didn’t really understand; his main tactic was talking nonsense.

Originally, he had thought about using his slight connection with Diwu Ming to spend some money and have her lend a hand casually.

With Liu Sanleng’s current mess, a few casual tips from Diwu Ming should be enough for him.

But now, it seemed there wasn’t much need for it.

This old man’s mind seemed a bit too rigid to turn.

It was better to focus on real business instead of getting distracted by tricking people.

"I can’t do that; I don’t have that much money," Liu Sanleng said, shaking his head firmly.

Yang Fan showed understanding. "You should seriously consider it."

Although he felt the chances were slim, he hadn’t completely given up hope.

What if, after thinking it over, the man suddenly decided to take a gamble?

Then he might even make a bit of spending money.

Having Diwu Ming give advice to Liu Sanleng was definitely the right move, finding the proper mentor.

Although he wasn’t sure about Han Palace’s nightly revenue, Yang Fan roughly estimated it to be a few hundred thousand—enough for Liu Sanleng to earn for several years.

"By the way, Boss Liu, I heard you have an assistant in town who’s quite influential?" Yang Fan asked as he offered a cigarette to Liu Sanleng.

Liu Sanleng, still pondering the two hundred thousand issue, took the cigarette automatically, placed it to his lips, and asked with a frown, "Are you talking about Sun Yuxi?"

Yang Fan didn’t know Ex-husband’s real name and just nodded pretentiously.

He had forgotten to ask Meng Zhu about it, almost getting used to calling him Ex-husband these past few days.

"What do you want with him?" Liu Sanleng asked, a bit curious.

"We need some talents in this area," Yang Fan said.

Liu Sanleng suddenly snorted with laughter. "Don’t bother with him. That little brat offended someone a few days ago, got his head cracked open, and his legs broken. He really hit a brick wall this time."

"At least he’s still alive, right? Could you give me his address and contact details?" Yang Fan smiled sinisterly.

"This little thing, after all our talking, I can help with that easily," Liu Sanleng said, waving his hand. "However, I suggest you avoid him. His hands are too dirty; getting involved might bring trouble."

From this, Yang Fan gathered that Liu Sanleng might have fallen out with Ex-husband.

"No worries, we specialize in dealing with trash!" he said with a cold laugh.

Liu Sanleng didn’t try to dissuade him further. "Since you have a way, I won’t say more. Write down his phone number, and for the address... let me think..."

Liu Sanleng thought seriously for a moment and gave Yang Fan a total of three addresses.

Since he couldn’t be sure where that sly fellow might be hiding, he gave all the addresses he knew.

Yang Fan wrote them down on a piece of paper and then left the dance hall.

As he was leaving, Liu Sanleng courteously offered Yang Fan a pack of cigarettes, and it seemed he was actually prepared to spend the two hundred thousand Yang Fan had casually mentioned, though he had not fully decided yet.

After leaving the dance hall, Yang Fan headed to the first address Liu Sanleng had given.

That was a rental house next to the vocational school.

And those underlings brought by Ex-husband likely were students from the vocational school.

Besides this place, the town probably didn’t have any other place that would produce so many delinquent youths.

With a chain in his pocket, Yang Fan walked for about twenty minutes before he reached the spot.

It was also quite fateful, he hadn’t found the exact location yet when he ran into Ex-husband first.

Sitting in his wheelchair, he was basking in the sun at the entrance of the alley with two hoodlums.

Soft cries and the sounds of a fight were faintly emanating from inside the alley.

Yang Fan sidestepped a bit, slightly hiding himself, and slowly walked toward Ex-husband.

As he was nearly close, he suddenly whipped out the iron chain and swung it at those two hoodlums.

Having dealt with the two who could fight and run, cleaning up this disabled one would be easier.

The iron chain rattled open, forming an arc in midair, striking the two hoodlums.

It snapped against the neck of Little Huanzi on the outermost side, and against the face of the other hoodlum inside.

"Ah..."

Both hoodlums screamed in unison.

One held his head, the other covered his face.

Yang Fan took this opportunity to leap forward and began slapping them fiercely.

A few slaps later, those two boys were seeing stars, as if they hadn’t quite seen who was hitting them.

Ex-husband turned his head and on seeing that it was Yang Fan, his pupils shook dramatically, and he hurriedly wheeled himself deeper into the alley.

Yang Fan sprinted forward, flinging the chain around Ex-husband’s neck.

"To think you can still move so fast despite being like this!"

Ex-husband’s face instantly turned the color of liver, his eyes nearly bulging out.

But it wasn’t out of fear, but from being strangled.

Yang Fan rushed up and tightened his grip forcefully.

"Sun Yuxi, by your name you seemed like someone prepped to be Emperor, why act so lowly!" Yang Fan tighten the chain around Ex-husband’s neck, whispering in his ear affectionately, "What are you guys up to here? It looks quite lively!"

Not until then did he notice what was happening inside the alley.

Three ruffians were cornering a few students, searching them.

"Is this how you make a living every day? How’s the outlook?" Yang Fan asked cheerfully.

Ex-husband, his eyes filling with bloodshots from being strangled, definitely couldn’t utter a word.

His mouth couldn’t even open, how could he possibly speak?

At this moment, Ex-husband’s five underlings, eager to jump in from behind and in front, closed in.

The two who had just been hit by Yang Fan already had clear marks on their faces, not quite resembling a pig head but very close.

"You’d better all scram now, or else, I don’t mind letting you try what it feels like to be strangled to death!" Yang Fan glanced around with a very warm smile.

The hoodlums’ footsteps suddenly halted.

Although they were bullying these students, to put it plainly, they were still young and bullied the weak but feared the strong.

After hesitating for a while, the five delinquent youths turned and ran out of the alley very swiftly, abandoning their big brother mercilessly.

"Hold up!" Yang Fan suddenly yelled.