Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Chapter 632

Xiang Xue Ting told Yang Fan everything she could remember, almost nagging him relentlessly, as if she was really afraid that Yang Fan might do something drastic.

Actually, Yang Fan was fairly calm.

He wasn’t foolish enough to actually seek out trouble with Lu Qiuyang or storm into Chen Zhong’s house and try to resolve the matter by force; he still had some sense left.

What truly troubled him was that forged IOU.

Just as Xiang Xue Ting was about to hang up the call, Yang Fan asked, "That IOU wouldn’t actually turn from fake to real, would it?"

Xiang Xue Ting was silent for a moment before saying, "It’s hard to say right now about that..."

"Hard to say? What does that mean?" Yang Fan’s brows immediately knitted together tightly.

After all the trouble he went through, he had barely managed to scrape together a million.

And now, out of the blue, he supposedly owes someone else a million—where is the justice in that?

If that piece of paper could actually become real, then people might as well stop trying to earn money and focus on studying how to forge IOUs instead. That’s more lucrative than usury; it’s like getting something for nothing, a single stroke could worth tens to hundreds of millions, and probably everybody would become rich overnight.

As for who owes whom, it would all depend on who has the better forgery skills.

"What I mean is that as things stand, that IOU is considered authentic, since the signature and thumbprint on it are real. But proving it to be fake is not that difficult," Xiang Xue Ting explained to Yang Fan.

"One way is to prove that during that period, Brother Fanzi, you did not actually receive that million, and the other is that Lu Qiuyang’s account really did have a million withdrawn from it at the time. Despite how convincing the fabricated IOU might look, it ultimately comes back to the issue of money."

"Just relying on an IOU to foist a million yuan debt on you, Brother Fanzi, out of thin air, that definitely won’t hold water. Don’t be anxious or upset about this, Brother Fanzi; I’ll take care of it for you," she reassured.

Yang Fan said, "If this matter could become true, I would feel like there is no justice left in this world."

"Don’t worry, Brother Fanzi, nothing will happen," Xiang Xue Ting consoled.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but be agitated by the sudden appearance of an IOU for a million yuan out of nowhere.

However, after listening to Xiang Xue Ting, he regained his composure.

Today shouldn’t be that dark, he thought.

After a pause, Yang Fan asked, "Yao Wei... where is he now?"

"The autopsy has just finished, the family has been notified to claim the body, he should still be at the hospital," Xiang Xue Ting said, her tone somewhat somber. A crucial witness had died right under her watch, and obviously, her mood wasn’t very good.

Yang Fan, looking somewhat dazed, looked at the more than half-empty teacup in front of him and asked quietly, "Can I go see him?"

That chubby kid was no good person.

He had done many immoral things for Lu Qiuyang, and his diary documented these deeds clearly and vividly; his death was not unwarranted.

But he died at such a critical moment, Yang Fan felt it was somewhat wrongful.

Just because he still had some conscience left, and for the diaries he wrote, Yang Fan felt he should go see him and accompany him on his last journey.

"There’s certainly no problem with taking a look, but Brother Fanzi, you’d better not reveal your identity," Xiang Xue Ting advised, "I’m worried that by visiting Yao Wei, you might arouse Chen Zhong’s suspicions. If he suspects Yao Wei left you something, his methods will become even more ruthless."

"I understand. When you’re covered in lice, you’re not afraid of itching. With the things I’m currently holding over Chen Zhong, his methods will only get more ruthless; there’s absolutely no option for gentleness," Yang Fan said with self-mockery.

Anyway, he felt this matter didn’t have a big impact on him.

"Brother Fanzi, you should still be careful right now," Xiang Xue Ting cautioned.

Yang Fan chuckled lightly, "Don’t worry, I’ll be cautious. I still want to see Chen Zhong walking ahead of me. Since there are no problems, I’ll go visit him later and accompany him on his last journey."

"...Mhm."

This call, twisted through countless turns, was finally disconnected; Yang Fan held his phone in his hand, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted as he lowered his head and took a couple of sips of tea. The call took such a long time that his originally boiling tea was now only slightly warm.

Wang Daqiang got up to refill Yang Fan’s cup with some hot water, hesitated for a moment before asking reluctantly, "Fanzi, I just overheard something about a million-dollar promissory note, what’s that about? If it’s inconvenient to say, then never mind."

"They forged a fake promissory note, which has my real signature and fingerprints. That is to say, on that promissory note, I now really owe Lu Qiuyang one million. But, it’s not a big issue, a fake is eventually a fake, it can’t become real. The police will handle it well," Yang Fan said.

Wang Daqiang cursed indignantly, "These bastards, I was suspecting exactly this when I listened before. That man named Chen really has some tricks up his sleeve, even going as far as to pull off such things. Imitating a signature is easy enough, but where did he get your fingerprints from?"

"They went as far as to kill Yao Wei, so forging a fake promissory note for me is nothing," Yang Fan shook his head, "Let’s go to the hospital later, to see off Yao Wei."

"He... died? Wasn’t he taken away by the police?" Wang Daqiang suddenly exclaimed with wide eyes.

This incident was a shock to his world view and left him momentarily lost.

"Some things, we cannot speak too directly about, but you can make a rough guess. In Xin’an, Chen Zhong may not be the Emperor, but he is almost like a local Prime Minister or General," Yang Fan said as he sipped his tea lightly.

The affairs of the world are never simply black and white; more often, they are a blend of both.

"Indeed, it’s an eye-opener," Wang Daqiang said with a shake of his head and a sneer, "Fanzi, does that mean the person who should die might have a chance to come out alive, while the person who was not entirely deserving of death, is already dead?"

"Not exactly. What they did was just sever the connection with Chen Zhong and find an excuse they had already thought of to kill me on behalf of Lu Qiuyang, nothing more," Yang Fan put down his cup, "Let’s go, let’s take a look at the hospital."

"So that’s what happened," Wang Daqiang nodded in understanding.

After leaving the restaurant, Yang Fan and Wang Daqiang hail a taxi and hurry to Renmin Hospital.

Both of them went to bed when the sky was just beginning to brighten last night, and today after waking up and having a meal, Yang Fan made several phone calls, and the sky turned dark again, it was now past eight in the evening.

These messy matters, not only disrupted the day and night for Yang Fan but also thoroughly wore him out.

The hospital’s morgue was on the second sub-level.

Even though it was still midsummer, walking into that place, it felt as if one had walked from summer straight into winter.

That kind of coldness penetrated deep into the bones.