Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 661

Chapter 661: Chapter 661

Yang Fan shared the good news he brought with him in front of Wei Jin with Zhang Yulan.

"Really? Mr. Wei truly lives up to his reputation as the most mysterious person in Xin’an City. Such a technique is beyond ordinary people’s capability. With just one move from you, you resolved the issue that had Fanzi and me completely at a loss," Zhang Yulan said excitedly.

When it comes to flattering someone, Zhang Yulan is absolutely professional.

"I just did it casually. It also happened by chance; Chen Zhong was desperate and just happened to find me. I definitely had to lend a hand to Fanzi. Under other circumstances, I couldn’t have done much," Wei Jin said with a wave of his hand and a smile.

"Honestly, I really don’t deserve such high praise. Even if I’d known earlier about the trouble Fanzi’s brother was in, even if I wanted to help, I wouldn’t necessarily know where to direct my efforts."

"Mr. Wei, you’re really too modest!" Zhang Yulan laughed and said, "How about this, I’ll host a meal for both of you first as a favor?"

"Sister Lan, today’s good cigarettes, good liquor, and good food are on me. I’ve already ordered the meal, and it should be delivered soon. We’ll eat here in the courtyard," Yang Fan said. "These were their preferences. I initially intended to eat at the hotel."

"It’s fine to eat here, more comfortable," Old Zhou waved his hand and added.

"Well then, let’s do as you say," Zhang Yulan didn’t insist further, "Mr. Wei, Old Zhou, from now on when you visit my place, it’s a permanent 70% discount, and I’ll cover your expenses. Fanzi knows the place; let him explain it to you. I’ll go prepare some ingredients with my sister-in-law, and we can make something simple ourselves."

Zhang Yulan quickly made arrangements and then left the store, holding Ye Tong’s hand.

Yang Fan watched their somewhat differing backs with a peculiar expression on his face.

What did Zhang Yulan say to the sister-in-law?

How did the two of them suddenly become like this?

The friendship between women is really inscrutable—even Di Renjie would frown in such a situation.

"Fanzi, Chen Zhong’s... no no, now she is one of your sweethearts, ah spit, one of your lovers..." Old Zhou’s tongue seemed to have tied itself in knots.

Yang Fan quietly watched him.

If Old Zhou wasn’t doing this on purpose, he’d break his ribs and boil them into soup for this old boy.

"What’s this sweetheart of yours called again?" Old Zhou asked with a forced laugh.

"Zhang Yulan," Yang Fan said.

"The name sounds very last-century, but she really is generous and knows how to connect with people," Old Zhou praised, throwing in a bit of his own dissatisfaction—saying the name was very last-century was not necessarily a compliment.

This guy seems a bit too jealous.

Probably recently got a bit too provoked by Yang Fan.

But Yang Fan expressed understanding—it was his ex-wife who is now also his sweetheart.

He was at fault first after all.

"Fanzi, what does your sweetheart Zhang Yulan do? From what I just heard, she’s in business?" Old Zhou held his wine glass and tilted slightly towards Yang Fan, his glass touching the one on the table as he asked.

That’s a story with some substance to talk about.

"Brother Wei, do you remember the private club you took us to last time?" Yang Fan said.

Wei Jin nodded, "Of course, I remember. That place is a blessing to people like me.

He surprisingly didn’t hide his physical ailments at all and disclosed them so openly.

Yang Fan has always been puzzled by how someone in his condition could enjoy that kind of place.

Could it be just...

No, Old Zhou only said Wei Jin is infertile, he didn’t say that Wei Jin is completely incapable in that department.

Maybe it’s still somewhat usable.

Yang Fan avoided mentioning Wei Jin’s self-disclosed physical issue, and whispered, "That place, actually, is owned by Zhang Yulan."

"Holy crap!" Old Zhou was shocked as he looked at Yang Fan, suddenly bursting out with a classical gem.

He said incredulously, "Fanzi, do you have a grudge against women in that profession? How come you collect every one you meet? ’Epic’ isn’t enough to describe you anymore."

"Normal people go there aiming to romance and chat up the girls, hoping to turn an online chat into an offline encounter, and develop a lasting friendship. But you, you’re going straight to the source and handling the boss!"

"I am thoroughly impressed with you now, you’re no ordinary man. Ordinary people couldn’t reach your level, one Diwu Ming, I might understand as a fluke, but this is another major boss, and Chen Zhong’s legitimate spouse."

"Fanzi, if we weren’t so close, I’d seriously consider acknowledging you as my godfather and beg you to teach me your tricks."

Old Zhou was so shocked by Yang Fan’s slick moves that he became somewhat incoherent.

He couldn’t even think of an appropriate word to describe what Yang Fan had done.

Completing one or two of these things would already be beyond most people.

But Yang Fan, he takes down everyone he meets.

Even though Wei Jin was also surprised, compared to Old Zhou’s utterly shocked demeanor, he was much calmer and laughed, "Old Zhou, now you see how terrifying Fanzi’s fate is, right? I told you, this kind of thing can’t be envied, it’s just his destiny."

"But honestly, Fanzi, this is kind of scary. Although I noticed how formidable your fate was when I looked at it before, seeing it in reality still inevitably shocks me."

Yang Fan suddenly realized that Wei Jin’s main business wasn’t antique collection but fortune-telling.

He chuckled shyly and said, "Sometimes, I’m also quite confused myself, can’t figure out how things got started. Brother Wei, speaking of which, can you check whether my fate is good or bad?"

"Don’t worry, your fate is incredibly good," Wei Jin said. "Just remember these four words, and don’t go asking others to read your fortune in the future. Fortune-telling too much thins your fate. I just took a brief glance that day and saw that your fate is frighteningly strong without needing to see your Bazi."

"Brother Wei, you’re not just humoring me, are you?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Incredibly good, frighteningly strong?

How come he never felt it?

Judging by some of the things he’s experienced currently, it could pretty much be described as plagued by misfortune.

It seems it was only this year that things started to look up, showing some upward trend.

"I’m not joking with you, just trust me," Wei Jin said very assertively.

A phrase was on the tip of his tongue but after hesitating, he decided not to say it out loud.

In fact, that day when Yang Fan followed Old Zhou to his place,

Wei Jin already knew that a person of great fortune had arrived.

If it weren’t for these words of "great fortune," he wouldn’t have been so generous with Yang Fan.

Wei Jin is not short of money, but he’s also not one to spend generously on just anyone.