Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 749

Chapter 749: Chapter 749

When he heard there was even a receipt involved, Yang Fan felt like it could be real.

But sticking to his principle of being extra cautious, he still asked, "Where’s the receipt? Let me see it."

"Five thousand yuan for a top-tier deal. Are you jealous of me, kid? Let me tell you, there’s no need to doubt it; it’s absolutely real." Wang Daqiang said as he pulled out his wallet, carefully took out a receipt, and handed it to Yang Fan.

"Oh, I forgot to mention. The price for one single session is five hundred, which means ten sessions would cost five thousand. Right now, I’ve got a package deal for five thousand that lasts an entire month, which means unlimited sessions during this month. I can mess around as much as I want, and she doesn’t have any specific time requirements. As long as she’s free, she can spend consecutive days with me."

"Of course, these practical details have to be considered. But the real highlight is—this woman is genuinely top-tier. Just thinking back to it now makes me feel all heated up. That figure, that voice... absolutely stunning."

Obviously, he was quite satisfied.

If it all turned out to be true, then it did seem like a pretty good deal.

But when Yang Fan glanced at the receipt, his suspicions grew even stronger.

"I might be overthinking it, but I feel like for something with such unreliable guarantees, it’s still better to stay cautious." Yang Fan said, "This receipt of yours—other than you two acknowledging it, if she scams you, it won’t have any value at all."

"Why?" Wang Daqiang asked.

"It’s simple—because of these words on it." Yang Fan showed Wang Daqiang the receipt and pointed to two words on it, saying, "Look, these two words. If you’re scammed and bring this thing to file a report, it becomes evidence against yourself."

"Getting your money back is another matter, but you’ll definitely be sewing on the prison sewing machine for ten days."

The receipt explicitly listed the purpose: payment for prostitution.

At first glance, it seemed pretty normal.

But if fraud was involved, this receipt took on an entirely different tone.

"Ugh... damn, that might actually be true," Wang Daqiang hissed through his teeth.

"Forget ’might.’ It definitely is." Yang Fan said, "So, do you have anything else to prove that she’s serious? I’m guessing aside from her contact info, you don’t have much else, do you?"

"How about this—you give her a call now and tell her you’ll be staying in town for a few days and ask her to spend the next few days with you full-time. If she agrees, then there’s nothing to doubt. It’ll be genuine."

After Yang Fan’s analysis, Wang Daqiang was starting to feel uneasy.

Even though he had inherited a fortune and wasn’t short on cash, in his mind, five thousand yuan was still a significant amount.

He picked up his phone and made a call.

But after dialing three or four times in a row, nobody answered.

"Try a different method. Don’t you have all her contact info?" Yang Fan suggested.

Wang Daqiang tried to call her via WeChat next, but the call didn’t even connect – a red exclamation mark appeared on the app.

At this point, Wang Daqiang was dumbstruck.

"She deleted me."

Yang Fan noticed that this guy seemed to fall into traps set by women way too easily.

In that line of work, eight out of ten women had no sense of trustworthiness—they only cared about money.

Scamming people was simply a routine tactic for them.

This was precisely why Yang Fan always exercised caution.

But Wang Daqiang was clearly more naive.

"There’s nothing to suspect anymore; it’s obvious you’ve been scammed. Come on, let’s go find this woman." Yang Fan said.

Wang Daqiang angrily stared at the receipt, sighing in frustration. "We probably won’t find her now."

"People always leave some trace behind. Since this woman’s been active in town, someone’s bound to know something about her." Yang Fan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wang Daqiang. "You’re not just going to let this go, are you?"

"Not exactly... I just feel like it won’t be easy to find her now." Wang Daqiang muttered dejectedly. "Sure, being with this woman was truly enjoyable, but spending five thousand for this kind of hassle doesn’t seem worth it. My mood was great at first, but now? I really should’ve been more cautious. One little whisper in my ear, and I went weak."

"There’s no use regretting it now—let’s go find her!" Yang Fan clapped Wang Daqiang on the shoulder. "Either get your money back or make her fulfill the agreement. No way should you just swallow this loss."

Wang Daqiang was his employee, so naturally, Yang Fan couldn’t let this slide.

The two left the farm restaurant, got into their car, and headed straight for the place where Wang Daqiang had previously met the woman.

This town was roughly the same size as Xin’an.

It was even a little flashier than some less-developed county towns.

The drive took only about half an hour before Yang Fan and Wang Daqiang arrived at the old district.

Compared to the clean, orderly streets and towering skyscrapers of the new district, this area was much more disorganized.

Messy overhead cables, narrow streets, aged storefronts, and an array of shadowy alleys.

Wang Daqiang parked the car by the roadside and pointed to a narrow alley on the right. "I met the woman here before—she was staying at a motel."

"Let’s take a look." Yang Fan said.

The two got out of the car, squeezed through the crowded streets, and entered the alley.

From a distance, Yang Fan spotted several women standing deeper inside the alley.

It was obvious what these women were doing—you didn’t need a genius to guess.

"Hey there, handsome, wanna have some fun?"

"Come play, babe—I’m great at it and I won’t rush you."

"Handsome, take a look—like what you see? We can head inside for a closer look."

"Hey there, I’m eighteen."

...

Yang Fan and Wang Daqiang walked forward through this chorus of propositions.

Yang Fan was a bit surprised to see some women here who were good-looking and had impressive figures.

He’d heard rumors before—supposedly, some vocational school students came here to work part-time during the holidays.

Two of the girls they passed just now did seem to have a student-like temperament, still carrying an air of innocence and not fully tarnished by the chaotic environment of this "melting pot."

"Fanzi, it’s here."

Wang Daqiang stopped in front of a motel entrance.

Yang Fan stepped inside without hesitation.

The motel owner was a plump middle-aged woman, sitting in a cramped room watching a livestream. Her palm was full of sunflower seeds, and her lips were speckled with seed husks as she watched intently.

"Hey, boss. We were scammed here—do you know anything about the people involved?" Yang Fan leaned on the counter and directly asked.

The plump woman glanced up lazily, gave Yang Fan a once-over, and replied, "People scam others, people die here—so many folks pass through, how would I know who scammed you?"

"Boss, we’re not here to mess up your business; we’re just trying to get our stolen money back." Yang Fan said. "Make it easier for us, and we’ll make it easier for you. If this place gets reported, it’ll be a big headache for you, won’t it?"