Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 516

Chapter 516: Chapter 516

Yang Fan did indeed think quite a lot.

However, countless disasters had been caused by money, and while he didn’t care for himself, he was worried about his family. On this matter, he felt that thinking a little more was actually not a problem.

Wang Daqiang would definitely choose to sell the silver coins he had, and once he did, he would suddenly realize he had given tens of thousands to Yang Fan. If Wang Daqiang felt no regret, Yang Fan would write his own surname backwards.

The nature of humanity is the very thing that cannot be broadly assumed to be generous.

To think of everyone as tolerant and generous would sooner or later lead one to fall into a ditch.

For tens of thousands, would Wang Daqiang turn into an enemy?

Ninety percent likely, Yang Fan thought, and he felt there was only a ten percent chance that Wang Daqiang wouldn’t, furious, block his doorstep demanding money. Rather than ending up in a fierce argument, with both sides red-faced and bruised from fighting, Yang Fan would rather nip the possibility in the bud.

"Forget it, I might as well think about it some more," after pondering for a moment, Yang Fan spoke seriously once more.

Old Zhou looked at Yang Fan speechless and said, "Fanzi, has your brain been gnawed on by something? If someone has already given it to you, then it must be yours. Why overthink it?"

"That guy doesn’t even know how much this stuff is really worth," Yang Fan exhaled softly, "I’m afraid he will stand by my bed at deep night with a knife, demanding to know where the money went, once he finds out the price of these objects."

"If he knew in advance and still insisted on giving them to me, I would take them immediately, no hesitation whatsoever."

Old Zhou and Wei Jin both hesitated.

After a while, Wei Jin said, "Brother Fanzi’s opinion shows maturity, indeed it is wise to think more carefully. For money, even blood brothers can become enemies, let alone others. Tens of thousands can certainly make many people regret it deeply, then rack their brains trying to figure out every possible way to get it back."

"It’s better to spell things out in advance and block the road of the other party’s potential regrets."

Yang Fan nodded, "That’s what I thought too, after all, it’s not a small sum."

Wei Jin poured a cup of tea for Yang Fan, "Brother, if the other party still insists on giving it to you after you’ve made things clear, and you are willing to sell it, you must sell it to me. The price is negotiable, one hundred sixty thousand is not fixed."

"Sure!"

Having settled Yang Fan’s affairs, the remaining nineteen silver coins were estimated by Wei Jin at a thousand each, and Yang Fan readily sold them.

After a bit of trouble, in the end, he only asked for their advice. It was quite presumptuous.

After all, the rest of them were items Yang Fan had also planned to sell.

After discussing the important matters, the conversation turned to casual chit-chat. Most of the time, Yang Fan just listened to Old Zhou and Wei Jin bickering, occasionally glancing at the stunning beauty of Wei Jin’s secretary.

Even though Wei Jin was impotent, his aesthetic judgment was absolutely impeccable.

The girl was pure and lovely with a tall figure, her long legs seemingly longer than Yang Fan’s life.

Just then, Wei Jin suddenly asked Yang Fan, "Brother, are you also involved in the same trade as me?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "Brother Wei, you’re overestimating me. I know nothing about antiques. That one hundred sixty thousand, if you said it was one thousand, I would’ve accepted it without a second thought, holding my nose."

"Business isn’t done that way. If I cheat you now, I won’t be able to partner with Old Zhou in the future, and that wouldn’t be worth it," Wei Jin held his teacup, waved his hand, and smiled, "But I’m not talking about that. I’m referring to my other identity."

"Nor that either, I’m even less skilled in that area," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

Wei Jin murmured with a puzzled expression, "Strange, but I distinctly felt that sort of affinity emanating from you."

"You can sense that?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Wei Jin smiled and said, "Old Zhou probably never told you, but what I’m best at is the Mei Hua Divination. This technique really tests a person’s Spiritual Sense and feeling. The things mixed into your fate are indeed vaguely perceptible."

"If you haven’t been involved in that sort of thing, then I suggest you find a Yin Yang Master to take a look. There’s an eighty percent chance you’ve entangled with those things we can’t see. I can’t see clearly either, but there should be something to it."

This time, Yang Fan was truly astonished.

He really had some skills.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "If by ’that sort of thing’ Brother Wei is referring to, I have indeed come into contact with it. I just thought it was divination. I really don’t understand divination; what I know is a bit more brute force."

"That’s what I thought," Wei Jin said. "I had this vague feeling, but I wasn’t quite sure."

"Why don’t you help me check if something has visited this place?"

Yang Fan repeatedly waved his hands, "Brother Wei, I dare not show off in front of a master."

"The Five Skills of Mountain, Medicine, Fate, Divination, and Face Reading can be considered similar on a broad level, but the differences are huge when you get into the details. The things you know, I really am not good at. In this aspect, you are definitely my senior," Wei Jin said earnestly.

"And to tell you the truth, I’ve had someone look at this house before. You help me confirm it again; another check won’t hurt, right? Just have a quick look for me."

"But I really just learned the basics, and what I know is pitiful," Yang Fan said with a bitter smile.

"Just have a look, just a simple look," Wei Jin said.

Seeing his seriousness, Yang Fan felt it was difficult to refuse, so he closed his eyes to circulate his energy to his eyes, "Brother Wei, I must say in advance, I really can only have a simple look."

"I can already feel the difference. Your eyes, so impressive!" Wei Jin looked intently into Yang Fan’s eyes and said seriously, "Such brilliance captivates people, you’re being modest. Just from the brilliance in your eyes, it’s not just the basics."

Yang Fan: ...

How come he couldn’t explain it clearly.

In fact, he didn’t even know what he looked like when using the Heavenly Eye Technique.

But one thing for sure, his Heavenly Eye Technique was definitely different from Old Shen’s.

Old Shen involved meditation, whereas he directly mobilized the Inner Qi from his Dantian and concentrated it in his eyes to perform the Heavenly Eye Technique.

Old Zhou looked at Yang Fan in amazement, "Wow, Fanzi, you actually have this ability, too? Your eyes—they’re so bright and deep, is there some significance to that?"

"Old Zhou, there you go being clueless again, right? I just happen to know about this. This is the real Heavenly Eye Technique, one that has been refined to a certain extent. The old master I mentioned to you before, he’s quite amazing too, but his eyes don’t reach Fanzi brother’s level when using the Heavenly Eye Technique," Wei Jin said.

Yang Fan was silent.

Forget it, no more explanations.

After all, it was just a look.

He got up and walked around the room a couple of steps. He didn’t see anything mysterious, but he did notice that the vital energy of Wei Jin’s place was quite rich. Taking a deep breath there felt refreshing, and the Yin Yang embracing Inner Qi in his Dantian sped up its rotation.

This place has its merits.