Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 695

Chapter 695: Chapter 695

Boss Chen clearly looks like a seasoned player who’s been mixing it up on the business battlefield for ages; he’s all about flattery, meticulous and thoughtful in his actions, making Yang Fan feel like he’s truly returned home since last night.

Especially when Boss Chen stands next to Boss Zhu for comparison, the contrast becomes all the more stark.

While Boss Zhu was still complaining about Yang Fan’s high asking price, Boss Chen took the initiative to offer more and even went out of his way to arrange rooms for Yang Fan and his companions afterward. He even took care to inquire about the relationship between Yang Fan’s group and how they preferred their accommodations.

It’d be a crime if such a man didn’t make a fortune.

Even though it seems he’s taken a loss this time by paying more, this kind of investment usually yields a greater return.

In a society driven by relationships, the connections he’s slowly building are all valuable social capital.

And it’s the useful kind of social capital.

Considering how dedicated he’s been, how could Yang Fan possibly overcharge him later on? He’s certainly going to put in more effort. In fact, this isn’t very evident with Yang Fan, but if Boss Chen were to deal with a big boss instead, with his approach, he would undoubtedly win the big boss’s favor and secure some major deals later on.

In contrast, Boss Zhu represents the portrait of many average bosses.

Running their store honestly, meticulously tallying every single income and expenditure, then complaining about the difficult times as soon as they open their mouth.

After a hearty breakfast, Yang Fan was leisurely sipping tea and chatting with Boss Chen when Mr. Fan approached.

Despite having had a serious drinking session last night, the old gentleman still looked lively and spirited, showing no signs of a hangover. Yang Fan became suddenly curious about the extent of Old Sir Huang’s Inner Qi, wondering if he could take him out with a single punch?

That’s something to really watch out for.

Although under Fan Sisi’s strong insistence, the old man let the whole thing slide.

But Yang Fan is pretty certain that the old man’s desire to kill him is still very much alive.

"Master, would you like something to eat?" Yang Fan called out.

Mr. Fan sauntered in with droopy eyelids, casting a sidelong glance before seating himself right next to Yang Fan.

Tucking his garment, he cradled his belly with both hands, leaning back in his chair before murmuring, "I’ll eat whatever’s available; you’re somewhat honest, kid. If you dare to pull any tricks under my watch, I’ll break your legs."

"Master, although Sisi isn’t here, I can still pass on the message," Yang Fan said with a nonchalant smile.

Mr. Fan’s eyebrows shot up in anger, and he cursed with gritted teeth and a heavy nasal tone, "Damn rascal, just seeing you really pisses me off. Pour me a cup of tea."

Boss Chen acted quickly, passing a cup of tea to Mr. Fan and promptly said, "You two go ahead and talk; I’m going to get some dishes from the kitchen."

Seeing the situation might not be quite right and that he might overhear something he shouldn’t, he didn’t waste words and immediately skedaddled. There’s no benefit to hearing such matters, so he chose not to listen.

After Boss Chen left, Yang Fan and Mr. Fan, the master-student duo, just stared at each other in silence.

"That madness you mentioned, is it this person’s mother-in-law?" After a long pause, Mr. Fan finally broke the silence and rubbed his face before asking.

Yang Fan nodded.

"Have you figured out what’s going on?" Mr. Fan glanced at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan said, "Intermittent delirium, unclear consciousness, and the most distinctive trait is that they’ll seek death with great joy. And they’d do so very happily, using all possible means to seek death."

Mr. Fan, with his droopy eyelids, nodded slightly, "Go ask your master about it. It’s highly likely a mental issue. Or the heart and mind being affected by evil energies after a great fright, a single drop of blood within the heart—if this drop of blood disappears, and the heart and mind are greatly damaged, such conditions would arise. We have ways to solve this, but they are not as quick as Traditional Chinese Medicine would be."

"Master, I feel like you’re holding back!" Yang Fan said with an undertone of meaning, "Even if Old Sir Huang knows how to deal with this, I don’t. Considering the mountain of patients Old Huang has every day, he definitely won’t have the time to make a trip to Sanping."

"Can’t you bring the patient to your master for treatment?" Mr. Fan raised his eyes slightly, speaking irritably.

Yang Fan nodded, "That is possible, but I know you, Master, have a better and more convenient way. Why go through all the trouble? Besides, there’s someone in Xin’an who wants to kill me, so I can’t go back there."

Mr. Fan had just explained the reason. How could he possibly not know how to diagnose and treat it?

This old man was clearly still angry with him, making things difficult on purpose.

"You little brat deserve to be chopped to death!" Mr. Fan huffed.

"I do have a method, but whether I’m willing to share it depends on your performance," he said.

Yang Fan immediately became alert, "Master, by ’performance’, don’t tell me you want me to break up with Sisi?"

Mr. Fan’s mouth twitched into a smile, "Your brain does work well, that’s exactly what I mean. Find a way to peacefully break up with Sisi without letting her realize that it was my demand."

"If you can do that, not only will I tell you how to handle this situation, but I’ll also teach you some of my most guarded techniques. With those techniques, as you move through the Martial World, you can easily deal with most troubles unless they’re too severe."

"Forget it, I’ll go ask Old Sir Huang instead." Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders and made a dejected face.

"Not only can I not agree to your condition, but I’ll also tell Sisi everything, word for word. As for what happens then, that’s not my concern."

Mr. Fan was so angered that he glared. Gritting his teeth, he cursed, "Damned brat, shut your mouth."

"Alright, I give up on you two! I really don’t care about what you two do anymore, do whatever you want, it’s Sisi who will regret it later, not me. Why should I, a grandfather, bother with this!"

"Master, don’t worry, you definitely won’t live to see that day," Yang Fan said, smiling.

Mr. Fan’s eyes instantly narrowed more fiercely, "Are you cursing me to die early?"

"No, that’s not what I meant. What I’m saying is that even if you lived to be three hundred years old, you still wouldn’t see it happen," Yang Fan said.

Mr. Fan huffed heavily, then suddenly pulled out a cloth bag from his sleeve. Picking and choosing from it, he threw a yellow talisman to Yang Fan, "Take this thing, dissolve the talisman for that woman to drink, then combine it with the first three needles of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles for a cure."

"This needle technique, ask your other master about it. My Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles were never that accurate, sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t, so I won’t teach you. Since you have such a renowned master, better to learn the authentic techniques directly from him."

"Thank you, Master!" Yang Fan eagerly accepted it, "I knew Master was truly kind-hearted."

"Get lost, you brat!"