Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 545

Chapter 545: Chapter 545

"I can’t agree with you there. We’re all workers here; I have no intention of discriminating against you. Instead, it’s your colleague who looks at me as if I’m a thief, almost as if they wanted to check my household registration." Yang Fan corrected him.

"If we’re all workers, where does this notion of high and low, noble and humble come from?"

After correcting the statement, Yang Fan didn’t linger and went straight into the residential complex because there was a car coming in behind him.

Yang Fan felt like he was somehow cursed today; why was it that everywhere he went, he encountered people who were at odds with him?

He wandered the streets and alleys, and there were indeed others who looked down on him, but none were as blatant as they were today—at most, it was just a disdainful glance.

Was it because he visited places associated with wealthy people today?

After parking his tricycle in a spot that wasn’t in the way, Yang Fan took the elevator to the eighth floor and picked the lock of apartment 801.

Mr. Fan opened the door in simple cotton and linen pajamas, and his first words were said with a laugh, "You kid, you roam around the forests so freely, how come you get stopped now at a place with gates?"

Yang Fan replied with a chuckle, "Well, it’s because they have gates, of course!"

"Mr. Fan, I’m certain the residential complex you live in is absolutely secure. The security here is too dedicated; they nearly patted me down and wanted to check my professional certification and household registration," Yang Fan said.

"It’s nitpicking formalism; in reality, they do nothing worthwhile." Mr. Fan shook his head in disdain. "Just the other day, two households got robbed, in broad daylight, mind you. The thieves just directly broke the locks and went in."

Yang Fan suddenly realized and said with a bitter smile, "No wonder they thought I looked like a thief."

"Have a seat anywhere," Mr. Fan said as he led Yang Fan into the spacious and bright living room, then commented, "Previously, they did the same thing: letting in people who wore proper attire and greeted them politely; but when they saw delivery guys, water delivery people, or anyone delivering something minor, they would stop them and make snide remarks in a rude demeanor."

"You must have ridden your tricycle today, right? That’s the very kind of people they keep an eye on. Thieves don’t necessarily dress plainly or enter on tricycles, now do they?"

Yang Fan was just about to feel a bit more understanding toward that security guard, but after hearing Mr. Fan’s words, he immediately didn’t feel like talking.

This, simply put, is just looking down on people with disdain.

Suddenly Mr. Fan laughed and said, "As it happens, do you know how those thieves previously got in and stole things?"

"If you put it that way, there must be quite a contrast," Yang Fan said. "I guess... perhaps they drove in with luxury cars, with rented vehicles and fake plates."

"Whether the car was rented or the plates were fake, I don’t know, but you guessed right about the car—it was indeed a luxury vehicle," Mr. Fan chuckled and added, "Just tell me, does our residential property management and security do their job? An incident has already occurred, and they are still doing things just as before without any change. What’s the difference?"

"Professional thieves have definitely cased the place multiple times and know that in this residential complex, driving a luxury car means you can just breeze in without registering. Professionals look for vulnerabilities," Yang Fan replied, steering the subject to more pressing matters. "Mr. Fan, did you call me here today because there’s something serious you need to discuss?"

"Yes."

With a faint response, Mr. Fan placed a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of Yang Fan, took a seat next to him, and then said, "You haven’t gone back to that residential complex in the past couple of days, have you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan instinctively sat up straighter, "Mr. Fan, do you really think I would dare to go there? Unless I think my life is too long. That place, even if you were to chase after me with a whip now, there’s no way you’d get me to take another look."

Just the thought of it made Yang Fan’s heart ache profoundly.

His Life Span!

"It’s good that you didn’t go." Mr. Fan nodded, his expression carrying a trace of hidden worry as he spoke, "Old Liang and I struggled there for two days, and we finally managed to suppress it a bit. Now, all the people there have been evacuated, and other departments have taken over the situation."

"From now on, no matter what your friend says, you absolutely must not get involved in that matter again, never try to be a hero. We’ve put a lot of effort into doing good, but if there’s the slightest mistake, we might end up taking the blame."

Yang Fan sipped his green tea lightly, leaned back on the sofa, and asked with furrowed brows, "Mr. Fan, from what you’re saying, it seems like there is a lot of information here? I definitely won’t get involved in that matter again, I would need the ability to do so, right? With my meager skills, how could I handle such a big issue?"

"Mr. Fan, what do you mean by other departments? Are there departments that specifically handle these kinds of matters?"

"Yes!" Mr. Fan nodded slightly, "I can only tell you this much, I can’t say a single word more. Don’t ask further, and don’t be curious; knowing more is actually not a good thing."

"That mysterious?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Mr. Fan nodded, "Indeed, it can be considered mysterious, because there are some matters, some things that cannot be known by the general public, and the secrecy is very tight."

Yang Fan nodded, "I understand, with your words, Mr. Fan, I have enough to let my imagination run wild."

"Better not be curious, curiosity about these matters doesn’t lead to anything good," Mr. Fan said with a smile.

"Oh, and when you talk to your friend in the future, you must absolutely not sell out this old man. I didn’t tell you anything, and actually, the things we just talked about are not to be mentioned. I haven’t said anything to you, understand?" Mr. Fan spoke with utmost seriousness.

"I called you here today specifically to tell you this because I was worried that you, this young man, would recklessly try playing the hero again. If you stir up trouble, it will be hard to shake it off later."

Yang Fan nodded earnestly, "Don’t worry, Mr. Fan, I’m not going to do anything foolish like that."

"If you understand, that’s good," Mr. Fan’s expression relaxed a bit, and he looked at Yang Fan with a smile, asking, "That book I gave you, how much have you learned from it?"

"Uh... for now, just the Heavenly Eye Technique," Yang Fan said with some embarrassment.

Mr. Fan nodded, "Take your time, no need to rush. Although you have great comprehension, entering the door of this art is not that easy. It requires persistent and steady effort. Don’t rush it, and you can ask me anytime if there’s something you don’t understand."

Yang Fan felt a bit embarrassed.

It wasn’t that he learned slowly, but that he hadn’t flipped through that book at all in the last few days.

He hadn’t had the time.

"Mr. Fan, speaking of which, I actually do have something I’d like to ask you," Yang Fan sat up straight, asking earnestly, "It’s about a used car I bought. The car had an accident, and someone might have died in it. How should I clean it up?"

"That book I gave you, flip towards the back, there are methods to deal with that kind of situation," Mr. Fan said, "After a person dies, their soul will linger near the land of death, you should have seen the ceremony of summoning the soul, right?"

Yang Fan shook his head.

"Then, young man, your experiences are still somewhat limited. Summoning the soul is a very important ceremony for those who die away from their homeland," Mr. Fan said.