Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 517

Chapter 517: Chapter 517

"Boss Wei’s place seems rather extraordinary, this..."

Yang Fan was quite curious and wanted to ask about the energy flow here.

But before he could finish, Wei Jin interrupted him, "Brother, you noticed it? Hah, that old man actually didn’t cheat me, good, good, good, I feel quite content spending that money. Just for this tiny broken Formation, I shelled out a full two hundred thousand, and that old man still had such an indifferent attitude."

"I just feel that ever since he set it up for me, not only my body in various aspects but also my mind has felt much more comfortable. Other than that, I really haven’t discovered anything else, and that old man wasn’t willing to say more, just confidently told me that if it doesn’t work, I could get a refund."

Yang Fan smiled, alright, it seems unnecessary for him to ask any more questions.

So there was a Formation.

Although Yang Fan didn’t understand these things, that didn’t stop him from being amazed.

"It’s quite incredible," Yang Fan remarked.

He genuinely didn’t know what else to say; anyway, it felt good and seemed to even enhance his Inner Qi.

Yang Fan walked around the other areas, took a look, and then said to Wei Jin, "With this Formation, it seems Boss Wei doesn’t need to worry about other stuff, it’s very clean."

"That’s great, that’s great, two hundred thousand, eh! Now that you’ve confirmed it for me like this, I not only feel reassured, but also more at ease, money well spent!" Wei Jin laughed heartily.

He gave Old Zhou a solid clap on the shoulder and declared, "Old Zhou, I’m treating you to dinner today, don’t butt in. It’s the first time meeting Brother Fanzi, I must arrange something good."

"Brother Fanzi, let’s go, time to eat!"

Old Zhou laughed and cursed, "You and your antics, fine, I’ll just go along with it, and enjoy a bit of the good fortune."

Wei Jin picked up the mobile phone on the tea table and called out to his tall leggy secretary, "Xiao Yu, I won’t take you this time, hold down the fort, and I’ll bring you a takeaway when I come back."

"Okay, Boss," Xiao Yu sweetly replied with a smile.

She must be the epitome of a gentle and delicate secretary from a novel, thought Yang Fan.

Wei Jin led Yang Fan and Old Zhou downstairs with a raging spirit.

He truly exuded a vibe as if he was heading downstairs to partake in a brawl, his whole demeanor seemed to radiate with an uncontrollable excitement.

Yang Fan didn’t know where this emotion came from; it just looked rather odd.

During the short interval when Wei Jin went to fetch his car, Yang Fan quietly nudged Old Zhou’s arm, "Is Boss Wei always like this?"

"Yeah, he’s always like this," Old Zhou replied.

"No, I mean, that excitement he just showed," said Yang Fan.

Only then did Old Zhou realize and chuckled, "I don’t know about that, usually, he’s quite composed. And most people think of him as very crafty. We’ve been close for many years, so he doesn’t put on airs with me, but normally, the guy should come off as rather unpleasant."

"Arrogant, and likes to appear mysterious. When it comes to pivotal moments in conversation, he just stops abruptly, waiting for others to make overtures," said Old Zhou.

Yang Fan nodded and smiled, "Based on what you’re saying, he indeed seems a bit annoying."

"You wouldn’t believe it, but there are people who actually fall for it, that’s why I say Old Wei pretends," chuckled Old Zhou. "To some, if you act too humble and polite, they won’t trust you."

"I haven’t met anyone like that, but I’ve seen plenty on TV," Yang Fan said.

Most wealthy and influential people seem to like this sort of character. If you appear too modest, they’ll start to doubt your abilities, and trust you less right from the start.

Wei Jin drove up in a very grand and steady Mercedes.

"Let’s go, hop in!"

Wei Jin waved to Yang Fan and Old Zhou from inside the car window.

The feeling of a luxury car was truly different; Yang Fan really got an eye-opener today.

As soon as he sat in the car, Yang Fan immediately felt he had that boss’s aura.

"Fanzi, brother, there’s a pretty awesome place in Xin’an called Han Palace. Have you ever been there?" Wei Jin asked with a chuckle.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhou couldn’t help but laugh, "Not only has he been there, but he also managed to hook up with the female boss of Han Palace, and not just her, also a little supervisor. I’ve had my eyes on that girl who knows how many times, and she wouldn’t let me touch her, but Fanzi, this beast, managed to have both of them, utterly heartless!"

"Whoa, brother Fanzi, that’s... impressive. Sorry, it seems I’m showing off in front of an expert," Wei Jin said admiringly, "You even managed to handle Diwu Ming, that’s no easy feat. That woman is like a runaway wild horse; she can’t be tamed without some serious skills."

"Brother Wei, don’t listen to Old Zhou’s nonsense. I’m just familiar with Diwu Ming, just familiar," Yang Fan said awkwardly.

This was because of Diwu Ming’s status; it did warrant a bit of pride.

But Yang Fan wasn’t the type to show off, and talking too much about it made him uncomfortable.

"Yeah, familiar with her body, that’s all. Ah, how I hate to think of it. When my parents gave birth to me, why couldn’t they have arranged a better shell for me!" Old Zhou said, lamenting profoundly.

Wei Jin passed over a pack of cigarettes, "You two figure it out."

"Old Zhou, not to say anything bad about you, but looks do matter, though they’re not the most direct factor here. It’s all about fate and skills. To put it bluntly, it’s because brother Fanzi is skilled enough to have convinced Diwu Ming to serve him willingly."

"Enough already, keep going and I’ll just end up looking like I have neither the skills nor the looks, making things even worse," Old Zhou pushed the whole pack of cigarettes to Yang Fan and shouted at Wei Jin, "You stingy thing, give us another pack. You pass one pack to the two of us, whom are you actually giving it to?"

"I gave it to you two to smoke, not to stash away," Wei Jin scolded with a laugh, but even so, he passed over another pack.

Only then did Old Zhou hum in satisfaction and said to Yang Fan, "Tuck it away; I can’t usually bear to spend money on these."

"I’ve never even seen them before," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

He was ignorant in this respect.

These cigarettes, he really hadn’t noticed them in liquor stores before.

"They’re rare—you have to go to those pretentious liquor stores, or the ones next to high-end residential areas. Ordinary stores can’t sell them; a box costs over five hundred," Old Zhou explained.

Yang Fan inwardly clicked his tongue.

Indeed, there was a difference between people.

He used to save money in the hundreds every month, while a pack of cigarettes for others cost over five hundred. It was truly disheartening.

"You, the old youngster, wouldn’t be planning to take us to Han Palace, would you?" Old Zhou suddenly asked.

Wei Jin gestured dismissively, "No, how could I invite you two to dine there? It’s not proper. What I meant earlier was that, besides Xin’an’s obvious top-notch place, there’s a hidden truly top-notch place. That’s the real deal."

"We’re going there today!"