Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Chapter 430

Mr. Bai glared at Yang Fan, his lips almost twisting together, "How can you be such a jerk!"

"Mr. Bai, please be polite. This is my brother," Diwu Ming said quietly.

Mr. Bai’s expression turned stern, and he suddenly looked somewhat dazed.

"Fine, fine, fine, I’ll satisfy your curiosity, okay? Damn it, I must be seeing ghosts today," Mr. Bai cursed dejectedly.

"I have a wife, that’s one thing, and of course, that’s not the crux of the problem. The key is that her family owns mines, I think you can understand what I mean," he said.

"Understood!" Yang Fan nodded.

Simply put, Mr. Bai was using his wife’s money to live it up outside.

However, that still wasn’t at the heart of the matter.

"Then why don’t you keep Xiao Lin as a mistress? The money you spend here every month should be enough for that," Yang Fan scratched his cheek and asked slowly.

At this moment, he felt he had the potential to be Sherlock Holmes.

As long as he didn’t let go of the crux of the problem, Mr. Bai wouldn’t be able to bluff his way through.

Mr. Bai took a deep breath, his eyes nearly shooting fire as he stared intently at Yang Fan.

This time, he hesitated a long while before speaking, "Because the thought of Xiao Lin servicing others, being pressed on the bed by someone, writhing helplessly... it excites me. Are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied! Now I’m truly satisfied!" Yang Fan said with a smile, "Your fetish is indeed quite unique."

And as the lead actress in the tug-of-war between Mr. Bai and President Zhao, Xiao Lin sat on the couch like an outsider, completely indifferent.

It seemed she didn’t feel insulted by Mr. Bai’s words at all.

"Can we make the deal now?" Mr. Bai looked at President Zhao with irritation.

"I refuse!" President Zhao flicked the ash from his cigarette and said very decisively.

Mr. Bai was stunned, then roared angrily, "Wait, are you playing me?"

"That’s between you and my brother; it has nothing to do with me," President Zhao said.

"What have you got to say?" Mr. Bai turned to Yang Fan, demanding angrily.

Yang Fan spread his hands, "Actually, I just threatened you. There’s no deal between us. But considering how forthcoming you’ve been, I can try to persuade my brother. However, I’m only trying; I can’t guarantee success."

"Good!" Mr. Bai said through gritted teeth.

Yang Fan pulled President Zhao aside and whispered, "Isn’t it more fun with more people? Why be so stubborn?"

President Zhao took a calm drag of his cigarette, "I know it’s definitely more fun with more people, but I can’t treat Xiao Lin like a piece of merchandise!"

Yang Fan and Old Zhou both clammed up in unison.

They were almost suffocated by President Zhao’s remark, unsure of what to say.

Yang Fan felt President Zhao shouldn’t be called a melancholic little prince, but rather a pure-hearted little prince.

His words were irresistible.

In this place, it was a common sight for one woman to serve several men at the same time.

And yet, he had to be pure-hearted...

"It’s not treating her like merchandise, but an exchange, one person for several," Old Zhou said.

"That’s still treating her like an item!" President Zhao responded, "Moreover, I really feel it’s a pity I met Xiao Lin too late. We share a lot in common, and it seems she might have some feelings for me. Maybe, I mean maybe, we could end up together someday."

Yang Fan, Old Zhou: ...

The two of them exchanged a glance and silently gave up on continuing to persuade.

President Zhao and Mr. Bai’s affair was like a mutual support meeting for the mentally afflicted.

They all had serious issues.

"We’re helpless here, so you two take your time to talk." Yang Fan turned around and said to Mr. Bai with a shrug, "By the way, you two are now love rivals, and I think that’s quite important. Alright, continue with your performance."

He really was helpless.

With that idea in mind, who could possibly help?

"What do you mean by this?" Mr. Bai stared at Yang Fan and Old Zhou in annoyance, "We had negotiated the terms, are you going back on your word?"

"When did we agree to your terms? I just said that I couldn’t guarantee it would work!" Yang Fan said with a shrug.

"You two figure it out between yourselves. I feel like you two... actually have quite a lot in common."

That was a literal meaning as well as a verb.

Just then, Xiao Lin, who had been silent and seemed very indifferent, spoke up, "Since you two can’t come to an agreement, why don’t you discuss it, and just pair up? Mr. Bai likes to watch, so you could watch first, and we’ll go after, me and President Zhao can start."

"Xiao Lin, what are you talking about? No, absolutely not!" Before Mr. Bai could say anything, Zhao Wu was the first to shout out.

After giving it some serious thought, Mr. Bai suddenly said in a low voice, "Actually... why not give it a try?"

He really did compromise.

"I won’t try, and I won’t switch!" Zhao Wu’s head shook like a bobblehead.

After thinking seriously for a while, Mr. Bai suddenly said in frustration, "Then it’s settled that I stay here, right? You get the money as agreed, Xiao Lin is yours for today, I’ll find someone else, but we share a room."

Zhao Wu looked at Mr. Bai with a strange expression, "Mr. Bai, are you sick or something?"

Mr. Bai spread his hands with an air of indifference and said, "Isn’t it obvious? Everyone knows by now, I am sick indeed."

Zhao Wu: ...

Diwu Ming silently held his forehead and then suggested, "If the two of you can agree to stop fighting and causing trouble, there’s actually a private room available, a suite that might satisfy your current needs."

"Boss Diwu, I can’t agree to such a ridiculous request," Zhao Wu said with moral indignation.

What was this all about? It was driving him nearly insane.

How could there be people with such bizarre preferences in this world?

"Although I don’t really have a say here, I think this is actually a good thing. Isn’t there a saying, ’No discord, no concord’? I can persuade Mr. Bai to foot the bill and throw in one of my BFFs for you. We’ll have our fun inside, and Mr. Bai will enjoy by himself outside, with no interference." Xiao Lin said with a smirk.

Zhao Wu’s expression was pained, "But I do have love at first sight feelings for you..."

"Cut it out, boss. There’s no such thing as feelings in this place, as long as everyone has fun, that’s all that matters," Xiao Lin said with a chuckle.

Zhao Wu lit another cigarette.

As the tip glowed, Yang Fan seemed to see another flicker of romance snuffed out for him.

This melancholic little truck prince was likely changing his title now.

The title ’Prince of Melancholy’ didn’t suit him, he should be called the ’Prince of Passion’.

However, Yang Fan couldn’t quite grasp his thought process.

Who came here to talk about romance?

That was just ridiculous.

"I’ll trade with you," said Zhao Wu, looking at Mr. Bai seriously.

"Really? Oh look, see, this is more like it. This isn’t a place for romance," Mr. Bai immediately said generously, "Boss Diwu, could you arrange that for this brother? Tonight, no matter how many ladies he wants, it’s on me."

"I want them all!" Zhao Wu declared.

"Are you serious?" Mr. Bai was taken aback.

"It’s what you agreed to!"

"Alright, alright, if you want all, you get all!"