Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Chapter 405

Liu Sanleng flashed his big teeth and laughed heartily, "How could I regret this? That’s out of the question. However, I came to find you today partly for that reason."

"But let’s talk about that matter later. First, take a look at what I mean, my brother. After we’re done, we’ll chat about my little take on this matter."

Though the words were somewhat awkward, Yang Fan understood. He guessed that Liu Sanleng must have some idea in mind.

Last time they dealt with each other, Yang Fan had realized that Liu Sanleng was someone who wouldn’t throw his falcon until he saw the rabbit.

He would probably never seek out Yang Fan without a request or some kind of idea in mind.

Although Yang Fan didn’t have a precise grasp of his character just yet, most likely he was the sort who valued every single thing in his pocket.

"Boss Liu speaks so elegantly, it’s making my head spin a little," Yang Fan chuckled.

Liu Sanleng laughed heartily and said frankly, "Just follow my arrangements for today, brother."

"Alright, then I’ll join Boss Liu to broaden my horizons," Yang Fan smiled.

Before figuring out Liu Sanleng’s exact intentions, Yang Fan preferred to keep his own counsel.

First, observe the situation.

Liu Sanleng suddenly waved toward a car stopped by the roadside.

Yang Fan was curious about what trick he was up to now.

He then saw a stylishly dressed woman with sunglasses and black culottes step out of the car.

She was so cool!

Sporting a short haircut that barely reached her neck, glistening earrings, a sporty black tank top that one often saw at the gym, partnered with baggy culottes, she walked in high heels with a red sole and black upper.

Her skin was quite fair, and her nose was rather perky.

She captured Yang Fan’s attention as soon as she got out of the car.

She seemed like a strong woman.

Although it could be just her attire, her aura indeed gave off that vibe.

"Brother, let me introduce you, this is my sister, Xiao Nan," Liu Sanleng explained cheerfully.

For a moment, Yang Fan was puzzled by Liu Sanleng’s intention.

He had been invited to a meal, but Liu Sanleng had brought his sister along as company; perhaps this sister named Xiao Nan was today’s main character.

"Hello," Yang Fan smiled, nodded politely, and greeted her.

The woman took off her sunglasses, hung them above her forehead, and then extended her hand to Yang Fan, "Hello, Mr. Yang."

The way she called out to him made Yang Fan feel a bit lofty all of a sudden.

It wasn’t that the woman’s voice was particularly sweet.

It was her calling him Mr. Yang.

That made Yang Fan feel instantly more prestigious.

He was often addressed as "boss" by others, but this was the first time someone had called him "Mr." Indeed, it sounded much more pleasant to the ear, and even Yang Fan himself felt as though he had become more high-end.

"I don’t deserve the title ’Mr.,’ I’m just a small businessman," Yang Fan said modestly with a smile and shook hands with the woman named Xiao Nan. Her palm was very smooth, so soft it was almost slippery to the touch.

"Mr. Yang, you’re really too kind. I often hear Brother Sanleng mention you. He says if it weren’t for Mr. Yang’s miraculous help, his business might have completely tanked," Xiao Nan said with a chuckle.

She didn’t hurry to let go of Yang Fan’s hand, maintaining the grip as she was.

This, in turn, made Yang Fan somewhat embarrassed.

He had actually already let go, after all, always holding a girl’s hand was a bit impolite.

Now it was this woman named Xiao Nan who was holding his hand.

Liu Sanleng glanced at their hands and said with a jolly laugh, "Let’s not sit and chat here; let’s go upstairs. Everything’s set up there."

"Mr. Yang, after you!" Xiao Nan also said.

Yang Fan took the opportunity to pull his hand away from Xiao Nan’s slippery grasp, laughing, "You should really stop calling me ’boss.’ With the way you’re talking, I’ll actually start to float. My status isn’t nearly high enough to be called ’boss.’ I’m just a worker."

Xiao Nan smiled gently, "If Mr. Yang can’t even own that title, then my Brother Sanleng who goes around parading as Mr. Liu is completely out of touch with reality. He’s been in business for so long without a clear understanding, yet Mr. Yang sorted it all out in no time. The difference in strength is so obvious."

"It was a fluke," Yang Fan said, quickly changing the subject. "Boss Liu, you two aren’t blood siblings, are you?"

Xiao Nan looked straight at Yang Fan with a smile, "Does Mr. Yang think we look alike?"

Yang Fan scrutinized Liu Sanleng and Xiao Nan for a moment, then shook his head.

If those two were blood siblings, then their parents must have been extremely partial, giving all the good traits to Xiao Nan and all the bad ones to Liu Sanleng.

Moreover, from the very beginning, he had never believed their claimed relationship.

In the world of business dealings, who ever speaks the truth?

Three lies to one truth, that was probably their limit.

The three of them ascended the stairs, one after another.

Liu Sanleng had booked a large private room, very luxuriously decorated, with the feel of a traditional Chinese banquet hall.

"Boss Liu, this is just too extravagant. We are only three people eating; such a large room is a complete waste," Yang Fan said with a smile. "A small private room would have been more than sufficient for the three of us."

Xiao Nan pulled out a chair at the head of the table and said with a beaming smile, "Inviting Mr. Yang for a meal isn’t simply about satisfying the need to eat. A large private room is the respect you deserve from us."

"All of this attention is really quite flattering," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

At this point, he was genuinely surprised.

The actions of Liu Sanleng and this woman were putting Yang Fan on high alert.

Someone who doesn’t give time of day without reason, bringing along a ’sister’, and showing him almost sky-high respect—everything was unusually suspicious.

Knowing his own status, any form of flattery that exceeded that status could very likely be a trap.

Yang Fan sat down without a fuss, planning to downplay his reaction as much as possible, to first figure out what these two were up to and determine their motives before deciding how to respond.

Because Liu Sanleng had already ordered the dishes in advance, as soon as the three sat down, tea and dishes began to arrive, without a ten-minute wait.

Liu Sanleng opened the bottle of white liquor on the table, then handed the bottle over to Xiao Nan.

"Mr. Yang, today my brother and I mainly wanted to thank you for your significant support, so you must drink a few extra glasses," Xiao Nan poured a glass of liquor for Yang Fan, saying with a cheery smile.

Such a reaction from the two of them gave Yang Fan an instant illusion of stepping into the realm of officialdom.

Although he had never had the fortune to experience firsthand what that kind of official intrigue was all about, he had seen enough on TV—it was just like this, with a flavor that was strikingly similar.

"Don’t be so formal. You’re making me feel like I’m sitting on pins and needles," Yang Fan said.