Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Chapter 429

After a unanimous discussion between Yang Fan, Diwu Ming, and Guan Ping, they decided to put that pleasant matter on hold and rushed to deal with the trouble.

Actually, this decision was extremely painful for Yang Fan.

Guan Ping’s tight pants had just been slipped down to her knees, and he had only glimpsed the beauty of her "golden valley" without even tasting its saltiness, let alone understanding the inner flavor.

But with Zhao Wu in trouble, how could Yang Fan sit back and do nothing?

Luckily, it was only a pause, not an abrupt end to the episode.

Otherwise, Yang Fan would certainly have coughed up three liters of blood.

The three of them straightened out their clothes and hurried to the scene of the disturbance.

It was Zhao Wu’s private room.

When they arrived, there were quite a number of people, men and women crammed together.

Old Zhou was already there!

"Old Zhou, what’s going on?" Yang Fan asked anxiously.

"I’ve just arrived too, still not clear about what happened," Old Zhou said.

The two of them forcibly squeezed through the crowd, finally seeing the real situation inside.

Zhao Wu was in a fierce argument with a young man dressed in a white shirt, wearing glasses, looking at least like a white-collar worker. The young man had a stack of money in his hand, forcefully slamming it down onto the coffee table between them, bill by bill.

"Are you giving it up or not?" the young man shouted angrily.

"I’ll give up your mother, no surrender!" shouted Zhao Wu, wearing a red vest with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, squinting his eyes defiantly.

Yang Fan pushed his way forward and grabbed Zhao Wu’s arm, "Old Zhao, what happened?"

Zhao Wu exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed at a girl sitting on the sofa, "Fanzi, look at this girl, isn’t she stunning?"

Yang Fan glanced at her and nodded.

Indeed, quite stunning.

A figure as graceful as willow, curves in all the right places, with an oval face that radiated a seductive charm. Yet, she wore glasses that gave her a look of both innocence and desire. The well-fitting suit she wore made her stand out in the Han Palace, even among the most noticeable women.

Zhao Wu sniffed, "I saw her first. We chatted and hit it off, feeling like it was love at first sight, as if destiny had brought us together this once. In the heat of the moment, we embraced passionately; I even half-undressed her, when suddenly this guy bursts in, claiming he’s a regular of Xiao Lin’s. I don’t give a damn whether he’s a regular or not; I chose her first!"

"To say nothing of the instant connection I had with Xiao Lin, in this place, there should at least be some order of first come, first served."

The corner of Yang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly.

Truly worthy of being the melancholic freight truck prince.

Others come to this place trying their best to get their own pleasure, squeezing every bit of talent and potential from these girls, but here he was, talking about love and fate, those profound concepts.

"I’m paying!" shouted the man in the white shirt.

"You think I’m desperate for your filthy money? I don’t want it. Today, I just want to have a good chat about life with Xiao Lin. Take your money and roll out of my room immediately!" Zhao Wu took a deep drag on his cigarette and shouted, his neck bristling.

The man in the white shirt sneered: "Look at you, so poor you’ve become like this. What are you pretending for here? A torn vest, worn-out slippers; take a look at yourself, do you match Xiao Lin? Talking about fate!"

"Hey, leave everything else aside; at least I’m the match now!" Zhao Wu said with a scornful laugh.

Yang Fan, although feeling Zhao Wu’s talk of fate sounded like nonsense, believed Zhao Wu had not done anything wrong.

No matter if they were truly a match or not, at least for now, on this night, Xiao Lin belonged to Zhao Wu.

"Mister, don’t you think what my brother said makes a lot of sense? I see you’re a man of principles. Let’s not throw our dignity away like trash. You should pick someone else," Yang Fan said.

"So, there’s backup!" The man in the white shirt glanced at Yang Fan and Old Zhou.

"Fine, here’s what we’ll do: I’ll buy out your tab for tonight, regardless if you were planning to order two, three, or even more. You can order whatever you want, all expenses on me. Then, you give Xiao Lin to me. That should settle it, right?"

Yang Fan was somewhat shocked.

Is this guy really that bold?

Old Zhou’s eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "You won’t go back on your word?"

"What I, Mr. Bai, say is final. I never go back on my word, and I won’t trouble you about it afterward!" The man in the white shirt declared with a proud look, adjusting his shirt collar with both hands.

"Alright, alright, I think that’s fair," Old Zhou said. "Fifth Brother, take the deal! Then we still have a few girls left in the shop. You book them all and enjoy the ultimate emperor experience. Damn, this is such a good deal."

"There are still over thirty girls available in the shop right now. I think you’re getting quite the bargain!" Diwu Ming, dressed in a red gown, approached with Guan Ping.

The man in the white shirt noticeably restrained much of his arrogance upon seeing Diwu Ming.

"Boss Diwu!" He greeted her very politely.

The way he acted, he seemed to hold a great deal of wariness towards Diwu Ming.

"Mr. Bai, why bother going through all this?" Diwu Ming said with a sigh, "Whatever quarrel or jealousy between you two is none of my business, but the rules of my club must not be broken. We adhere to a first-come-first-serve policy and do not tolerate fighting or causing trouble."

"Of course, you see I’m just negotiating nicely here, trying to settle things with money," the man known as Mr. Bai replied with a light smile.

"You dare to cover a tab for over thirty people?" Diwu Ming asked.

"I’ll buy!" Mr. Bai glanced at Zhao Wu, "As long as he dares to order, I’ll dare to pay!"

"If your actions match your words, I might actually start admiring you. You’re tough," Yang Fan remarked. "But, since you’re so wealthy, why not just marry Miss Lin and take her home? That way, you wouldn’t have to deal with this situation."

"Why should I explain to you why I do this?" Mr. Bai said disdainfully, glancing at Yang Fan.

"Then I might persuade my brother to refuse you!" Yang Fan said with a light smile.

"If you can let my brother enjoy the treatment of an emperor, I can manage to arrange a similar experience for him too, although with a heavy heart."

Mr. Bai looked at Yang Fan angrily, and it took him a while before he deflated like a popped balloon and said, "I like Miss Lin, even to the point of near love, and I have the money to marry her, but I don’t want to."

"She does her job, and I spend over ten days a month staying here. I think that’s pretty good," he continued.

Yang Fan saw an embarrassed expression on Mr. Bai’s face and heard a strong sense of contradiction in his voice.

Who in their right mind would want their beloved woman to keep working here?

This guy must be out of his mind!

He’s definitely hiding something.

Yang Fan’s curiosity about Mr. Bai had now surpassed the actual dispute between them.

"Old Zhao, reject him. He can’t do anything to us. Later, I’ll treat you to the emperor treatment, but... no more than ten people. Any more than that would be too painful for me," Yang Fan said teasingly.