Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 82 The Good Family Young Wife

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 The Good Family Young Wife

"Old Du ran off?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Old Zhou, looking self-assured, sat down on the pink sofa, "His business went under, what else could he do but run away? In this market, it’s the norm. Take your elder brother here, standing firm for over a decade, I’m telling you, that’s really rare."

Yang Fan fell silent.

Just last month, he had sold some tea to that amiable Boss Du, and now in less than twenty days, the man had gone and the shop was emptied—turned into a den of iniquity with pink lanterns hanging high. The sudden twist of fortune was indeed sigh-worthy.

"What do you want with him? Selling tea?" Old Zhou’s somewhat sleazy gaze wandered over the women as he casually asked.

Yang Fan nodded.

The girl who just came out with Old Zhou seemed younger, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six and pretty-faced.

"You have tea and you don’t sell it to me, why give outsiders a deal?" Old Zhou said, displeased.

Yang Fan joked with a smile, "If you set a steady price, I definitely wouldn’t go to someone else. It’s not like I’ve never sold to you, but you always press the price down by two or three yuan for a pound of tea, so of course I’ll look elsewhere."

Old Zhou chuckled, "You rascal, what’s wrong with me making an extra couple of yuan? What’s our relationship, anyways?"

"Yeah, what’s our relationship that you, a big boss, still want to make a few extra yuan off a poor little farmer like me? Why would you? How about you let me make an extra couple of yuan?" Yang Fan said pensively.

Old Zhou slapped his thigh and burst into laughter, "Alright, alright, I’ll let you make it. The business I do with you is all transparent now."

"Which one of them caught your eye? Go on, get it done, then come up to my place for tea."

Yang Fan shook his head, "I thought Old Du was still here, I came to the wrong place."

"Tsk, you’re pretending to be all proper now, are you? Just go ahead, I’m telling you, you’re not really brothers until you’ve shouldered guns and bedded women together." Old Zhou gave a knowing look as he spoke earnestly, winking at Yang Fan, "Otherwise, go for the girl I was just with—big breasts, and firm too. The key is she’s really wet, just a couple of prods with your finger and it’s flowing."

Such talk made Yang Fan feel awkward.

But that girl obviously had seen it all; she gave Old Zhou a shy glance and then, putting down her phone, stood up and did a twirl in front of Yang Fan, "Is this okay? What he just said is true, I really am quite wet—it’s pretty comfortable. Let’s go."

It was Yang Fan’s first time in such a place, and today could be considered quite the eye-opener.

These girls spoke so boldly.

The sorts of things that could make one blush seemed, in their eyes, to be their selling points.

"Let’s forget it, some other time," Yang Fan said, shaking his head.

Despite the girl’s slender figure and pretty face, which did stir some desire within him,

he really didn’t want to seamlessly follow up after Old Zhou and become a man of the same stripe.

Chances were, she still had Old Zhou’s saliva on her, and the thought of going after him made Yang Fan uncomfortable.

"Just keep playing the good guy, but sneaking back here later isn’t any better than just going now. What’s there to be embarrassed about with me?" Old Zhou, clearly enjoying himself, took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head as he spoke.

"Come on, let’s hurry up and go," Yang Fan said, exasperated.

This guy would probably ruin himself over women sooner or later; he got into these situations more often than a young and strong lad like Yang Fan could fathom.

"Alright, let’s go then." Old Zhou gave the women a suggestive look and eyebrows before walking out the door with Yang Fan.

"Old Zhou, how can this kind of shop open up in the market?" After leaving, Yang Fan asked with curiosity.

"There’s a lot of foot traffic and it’s pretty hidden, you see, you stumbled into it by mistake." Old Zhou chuckled, "They just need to stand outside for two or three days, and most people in the market will know about them. Then they won’t have to worry about customers. They just sit on that sofa every day, waiting for people to come and service them."

"Honestly, I’m really envious of the money they make. It’s a pity I’m a big bloke; otherwise, I would definitely do the same. It’s both comfortable and profitable—a win-win situation."

Yang Fan grinned and said, "If you were to be handled by dozens of people every day, I’m afraid you might not find it so comfortable."

"No worries, I have a high tolerance, I can take it." Old Zhou laughed heartily.

Yang Fan was immediately speechless.

That thirst was indeed quite big, definitely bigger than his.

Yang Fan drove his second-hand three-wheeler, with Old Zhou, to his store.

Zhu Shanshan was also there in the store today. When she saw Yang Fan come in, her face lit up with joy as she greeted him, "Fanzi, why have you come in the rain today?"

"I stir-fried some new tea the other day and was thinking of selling them off as soon as possible. Although there’s a bit of rain, it can’t stop my desire to make money." Yang Fan said teasingly, "Sister Zhu, you seem pretty free today?"

"I’m never really busy. It’s just Zhou Weixiong, that old geezer, always thinking about playing cards. Otherwise, I would definitely have gone to bed to sleep by now. With this weather, sleeping is most suitable." Zhu Shanshan giggled, placing a cup of tea in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled faintly; Old Zhou wasn’t just thinking about playing cards.

This topic obviously made Old Zhou a bit nervous. He suddenly put a pack of cigarettes in front of Yang Fan, winked at him, and said, "Fanzi, have some, I’ll go weigh out the tea for you."

Yang Fan instantly understood Old Zhou’s intention; it was hush money.

These cigarettes seemed to be worth over fifty yuan a pack; he’d better keep them.

Yang Fan opened the pack and took one, silently slipping the cigarette box into his pocket.

Zhu Shanshan smiled as she watched Yang Fan’s little action. After Old Zhou had left, she bent down, took two more packs from the cabinet beside her and quietly stuffed them into Yang Fan’s hand, "Take them."

Yang Fan was startled; this was a bit awkward.

What Old Zhou gave was hush money, but it seemed that Zhu Shanshan had misunderstood.

"Sister Zhu, one pack is enough for me to pocket, I wouldn’t dare take more," Yang Fan said with a playful smile.

Zhu Shanshan glared at Yang Fan with annoyance, "Just take them; you’re young, if you’re going to smoke, at least smoke something decent. Zhou Weixiong is an old smoker, and it irritates me to see him smoke such good cigarettes."

While saying this, she forcefully stuffed the cigarettes into Yang Fan’s pocket, leaving him struggling to explain and somewhat helplessly looking at Zhu Shanshan.

At that look, Yang Fan couldn’t help but feel a surge of heat in front of his eyes.

Zhu Shanshan was wearing a white cheongsam that reached mid-thigh, dotted with some intricate patterns. Because of the hot weather, she had unbuttoned two buttons at the neckline.

As she leaned over, a white, cleaved valley became distinctly visible in front of Yang Fan.

The view was truly delightful.

Especially as the emotions stirred by the women in the shop were quietly simmering once again.

A married woman like Zhu Shanshan seemed even more attractive.