Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 424

Chapter 424: Chapter 424

Zhao Wu drove, taking Yang Fan and Old Zhou back to Old Zhou’s shop.

Zhu Shanshan had already left.

It was precisely because Yang Fan had confirmed that Zhu Shanshan was gone that he dared to follow them both back.

Otherwise, he still felt somewhat cowardly.

Old Zhou weighed all of the matsutake and black spirit ginseng for Yang Fan, then madly punched numbers into a calculator and quoted the final price to Yang Fan: one hundred forty thousand, rounding it up.

Yang Fan’s profit from these items was over thirty thousand, with two thousand to spare, the capital being one hundred and four thousand.

Old Zhou had once again rounded down the amount, directly rounding it to forty thousand.

This was the biggest sum Yang Fan had ever earned since he started dealing in mushrooms.

It really was almost making tens of thousands in minutes.

However, Yang Fan didn’t plan to take the money.

While offering a cigarette, he seriously said, "Old Zhou, just give me one hundred thousand, that will be enough."

Old Zhou had just reached out to take the cigarette, and when he heard this, his expression paused for a moment before he chuckled, "Fanzi, brother really didn’t acknowledge you as my brother in vain, so considerate."

"But don’t think that just because I got divorced, my pocket is so empty that I don’t even have this small amount of money. Even if my sister-in-law took the lion’s share of the savings, what I have left should be enough for you to make an honest living for a good few years. And, I calculated it based on your monthly income just now; if you were to carry even a bit, it would probably take you over ten years to earn."

Yang Fan suddenly didn’t want to speak.

After holding back for a long time, he angrily squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth, "Damn!"

Old Zhou laughed heartily, raising his phone, "The money’s transferred, hurry up and accept it. Your sentiment has been very clearly felt, and I’m moved, so moved that I suddenly feel that kind of love at first sight."

Yang Fan rolled his eyes, "Old Zhou, you’ve successfully disgusted me."

Old Zhou laughed carelessly, bowing his head to light the cigarette Yang Fan had just given him.

Afterward, Yang Fan and Zhao Wu helped Old Zhou pack away the mushrooms and medicinal herbs that were as expensive as gold, and only then did they lock the shop door and head towards Han Palace in high spirits.

On the way, Yang Fan accepted the transfer from Old Zhou.

With this money coming into his account, he had successfully made his first five hundred thousand.

This was excluding the eight hundred thousand that Zhang Yulan had invested.

And this result was due to the network of relationships he had painstakingly built, but more importantly, it was due to Old Zhou, the big financier.

He truly was the guiding light on Yang Fan’s business path.

This matter suddenly filled Yang Fan with a strong sense of guilt regarding Zhu Shanshan.

He had built up his business relying on Old Zhou, his support, yet he had slept with his wife.

What he had done was just as disgraceful as what Old Zhou had done to Zhu Shanshan today.

Even if, in the very beginning, he had been forcefully conquered by Zhu Shanshan who had drugged him, making his fault slightly lesser.

But no matter what, it didn’t change the facts.

"Why are you feeling down again? What are you moping about this time?" Old Zhou glanced at Yang Fan and asked.

"Are you worried that later on you won’t be able to get it up, and my money will go to waste? If you really have such concerns, I advise you to use my Little Blue sooner; this thing’s effect is terrifying!"

Saying so, he pulled out two Little Blue Bottles from his pocket and handed them to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled and waved his hand, "No thanks, my health is still quite good. I just suddenly realized, it seems like I’ve finally made my first five hundred thousand in life, and it feels a bit surreal, remembering all the hardships I’ve weathered through these years."

"So that’s what it is. You have to believe in yourself, this is just the beginning," Old Zhou firmly patted Yang Fan’s shoulder, saying spiritedly, "From now on, you’ll make five million, fifty million, maybe even five hundred million!"

"In the future, we brothers will be the richest men in Xin’an, living lives beyond other people’s imaginations!"

Yang Fan nodded.

His ambitions weren’t that great; if he could make five hundred thousand in the future, he would be very content.

Having smoothly dealt with Old Zhou, they arrived at Han Palace.

This establishment, with its red lanterns and green wines, was reputedly the most flourishing den of iniquity in all of Xin’an, though from the outside, none of its opulence was perceptible.

The entire building had only a few windows lit up, and its only decoration was the red neon sign of the hotel perched on the rooftop.

After stepping out of the car, Old Zhou strode ahead, leading Yang Fan and Zhao Wu upstairs.

The route was a labyrinthine maze, twisting and turning here and there.

However, having been here numerous times, Yang Fan was by now wholly familiar with this place.

But it was Zhao Wu’s first visit.

His mindset was exactly like Yang Fan’s on his first visit here.

After changing elevators, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Isn’t this a bit too well hidden... Whoa—fuck!"

He hadn’t finished his sentence when the newly opened elevator doors left him completely astonished.

The uniform snow-white cleavages he saw in front of him instantaneously blinded his eyes.

"Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to Han Palace!"

Outside the elevator, as always, stood two rows of giggling and chattering girls, all bowing in unison to greet them.

Their outfits had gotten even better.

This time they were quite extreme, each one dressed in a black three-point suit.

As they bowed, the two rows of snow-white cleavages seemed to launch a pincer attack on Yang Fan and his companions.

Even Yang Fan, a seasoned pro, was momentarily dazzled by the sight before him, to say nothing of Zhao Wu, the newcomer.

The melancholic prince’s eyes popped straight out.

His gaze flitted from one girl to another, that intensely focused expression not knowing where to rest.

Yang Fan was very curious as to who had come up with this idea.

This welcome method was simply explosive.

Old Zhou walked out of the elevator with complete composure, reached into a girl’s bra, and directly pulled out a white mound, kneading it in his hand, he chuckled and asked, "Got any VIP rooms left?"

"Yes, we do," the girl didn’t resist Old Zhou’s blatant groping and smiled warmly.

"How many?"

"Plenty!"

"Big ones?"

"Well, they’re definitely bigger than this spot. Boss, if you want to play, call on me later, I’m number 48."

"Got any special skills?"

With a seductive twinkle in her eye, the woman opened her mouth, lightly coated with pale pink lip gloss, and performed an acrobatic feat with her agile tongue, "Boss, how’s this for a special skill?"

"Great, really great, it would be absolutely blissful to let you use your mouth!" Old Zhou exclaimed in admiration.

Her eyes laced with allure, the woman chuckled and teased, "Many of my clients indeed say the same, boss. Don’t forget later, okay? I’m number 48, excellent value for your money, really affordable, you’ll know once you try."

Old Zhou released his grip on the soft mound and nodded emphatically, "I’ll definitely choose you."

Zhao Wu also looked on with longing.

His eyes swept across the whole line of women, and just as he was about to reach out to test the softness of one girl’s assets, Old Zhou suddenly moved forward.

Zhao Wu sheepishly withdrew his hand and hurriedly followed Old Zhou and Yang Fan’s pace.